Page 71 of The Sins That Bleed
“Then you better keep going, I need more, Valeska,please.”
My begging tips her over the edge and she continues her path down before coming back up, this time ghosting her nails over my skin, making goosebumps break out over my flesh. I throw my head back as she rolls her hips, the sensation too much. Fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing lightly until I open my eyes and meet hers.
“I love watching you come apart for me. I want to gift you the same. I’m going to take off my clothes and you’re going to watch me ride you with half of yours still on.”
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She slips off me and takes a step back from the bed. With incredible patience, she strips out of the sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor.Fuck, she has nothing on underneath, and the thought of her only wearing that all day goes straight to my head.
Knowing I’ve not been the only one consumed by this feeling, like I’ve been slowly going mad until I saw her again, is a heady feeling. Our clothes lay discarded in different places around her but for once, I don’t care about control or cleaning them up.
Tonight I only want to care about Valeska and the memories we make in this bed.
She slips off her shoes and socks. I don’t think I’ve seen her in trainers or such a casual outfit before, but it’s cute on her. With her beauty, I doubt there is anything she can’t pull off.
Her black jeans are next as she shimmies them down over her hips, pooling on the floor before she steps out of them. Toned legs that go on forever are all I see as I take her in, standing before me in nothing but a tiny scrap of material for underwear.
I grip the sheets tight in my fist; it’s the only way to stop myself from going to her. Her fingers hook into the sides and she drags them down at a torturous pace. I hold my breath, not wanting to miss it for a second.
They hit the floor and I see her completely. She looks like a queen that’s only missing her crown. Her long black hair falls behind her shoulders to give me an unobstructed view.
“Ma reine, your beauty transcends words, I am not worthy.” I barely recognise my breathy voice, breath that she’s stolen, as if a spell has been cast over me and I can’t stop myself.
I let go of the sheet with one hand to grip myself through my jeans, pre-cum spilling out that will leave a mark, evidence of my arousal for her.
She stalks toward me, hips and hair swaying, and it looks as though she could be floating. My mind tries to convince me she is not real, how could anyone be this alluring? I place my hand back on the bed as she climbs on top of me again.
“You are worthy, mon âme. I, on the other hand? I do not deserve you, to touch you. To claim your words in my rotten heart, but tonight I will cradle them like I am.”
She places a soft kiss to my lips before I can argue with her but that nickname, the one she has only used a handful of times, lodges inside my chest.My soul.I’m ready to give her mine if she’ll have it.
I know now that there is nobody else out there for me; she is the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. This thread connecting us is strong and I don’t think there is anything she could do or say that would break it.
My hands find her hips and she rocks herself against my hard cock, swollen and ready for her. She moans at the friction my jeans create and throws her head back in pleasure. I place open mouthed kisses up the column of her throat and over her collarbone.
She arches back further, pushing her perfect breasts toward my face, and I take it as an invitation, one hand moving up her back to support her while my mouth trails kisses down her chest.
My lips close over one nipple. I lick and suck, which only makes her movements quicker on my lap. I roll her nipple between my teeth, tugging and scraping the sensitive flesh before I do the same on the other. Her movements are frantic now, she’s close.
“Come for me, ma reine. Make a mess of these jeans before you sit on my face and make a mess of that too.”
I lavish attention to her nipples while my hands hold her body, working with her to ride my cock through my jeans. It tips her over the edge and she comes hard with my name falling from her mouth.
Satisfaction at seeing her get off fills me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this incredible woman taking what she needs from me. She presses her forehead to mine as she comes down from her orgasm and I hold her to me.
We stay like that for a moment, ignoring everything that isn’t her, that isn’t us. Unspoken words pass between us and emotions swirl through her eyes that tug at me. I don’t want her to be feeling anything other than satisfied.
“I need to taste you, Valeska. I want you to ride my face until you make a mess of it, like you’ve been dreaming about since you first met me.”
I pick her up while she’s still straddling me and position us higher up the bed, reaching behind me to move the pillows out of the way for this. My cock is desperate for a release, but I won’t give in until I’ve made her come again.
She sits atop me, still at my hips as she watches me lay down, and I can’t wait any longer. My fingers grab her ass and I pull her forward so she has no choice but to move up my body, her palms slapping the headboard for balance.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her words float down to me like a leaf falling in autumn, warmth spreading in my chest at her concern.
“You won’t, now sit that perfect pussy on my face so I can eat you out while you ride it. I don’t want you to hover or hold your weight off me, or I’ll stop pleasuring you. You will sit on my face like it’s a goddamn chair, compris?”
“Fuck, yes,” she whispers and moves into position.
