Page 88 of Alessia
“Yes,make me feel alive again,” she whispers, her voice trembling as if saying it aloud might shatter the fragile courage she’s clinging to. Her fingers trace the line of my jaw, hesitant but yearning. I can see the conflict in her eyes, desire battling fear, hope tangled with doubt.
I cup her face gently, my thumb brushing her cheekbone.
“You’re not just your pain,” I say, my voice steady but soft. “You’re everything beyond it, everything you haven’t even seen yet. But if you are sure, I’ll remind you, one moment at a time.”
Her breath hitches as my hand trails down her back, slow and deliberate, like I’m giving her time to pull away if she wants to. She doesn’t. Instead, she leans in, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that starts tentatively but deepens with every second, like she’s pouring everything she’s been holding back into it. I grab her by the nape of her neck with one hand to pull her in while circling her with my other arm to keep her in place.
The water ripples around us, warm and grounding, as the space between us disappears. Her hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer, as if the distance from me is too much to bear.
“You deserve to be worshiped every second of every day…” I murmur against her lips, letting my words melt into the kiss. “You can bring a Queen to her knees… Always.”
For the first time in what feels like forever, a small, genuine smile touches her lips, fleeting but enough.
“Then don’t stop,” she demands.
That demand almost snaps the last of my restraint, my need for her courses through my veins setting my body on fire. I deepen my kiss and bite down on her lip. She gasps in surprise, my hand travels down to the curve of her ass. She positions herself to straddle me as I slide down a little in the tub. Her breast now at eyelevel with me.
“Do you remember your safe words?” My voice hoarse.
“Red… Yellow… Green.” Harper kisses me between each color.
“You decide what feels right baby, you’re in control of me.”
Her face hovers only a few inches away from me. Her trust in me radiating off of her.
“I know… I trust you.” She breathes.
Fucking hell! I know I need to go slow with her but damn that made my pussy clench with need. She wriggles her hips on top of me, creating a little friction on the mound of my pussy.
My hands travel up her sides to her breasts and I cup them. I lean in and take one of her nipples into my mouth while tweaking the other between my thumb and index finger. My mouth envelops her nipple and I feel it pebble against my tongue as I flick and suck it. I let out a deep moan and she answers by grinding herself against me, creating that sinful friction again. The water in the tub sloshes over the edge, making me release her nipple from my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glassy with lust as I look up at her.
“You’re making a mess of my bathroom, babe.” I grin at her.
“Well, screw your bathroom,” she says defiantly, “You’ll make a mess of me if you keep doing that.”
“Maybe we should get out of the water then?” I quirk up my brow at her. She giggles in response. She slides off of me so that I can stand, I get out of the bath and grab her by the waist and lift her out of it. She yelps and clings her arms around my neck and her legs grab hold of my waist.
“I’m not going to drop you!”
I carry her out of the bathroom, our lips fused together in a searing kiss. Pouring ourselves into each other like the need for oxygen. I place my knee on the bed and lower her onto the mattress. She pulls me with her causing me to lose my balance and I land impishly on top of her. Harper lets out a little hiss, I look at her and we both burst into laughter. I start kissing her everywhere, occasionally nipping her skin with my teeth. Her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. My hands slide over her body I feel every curve and ridge I love so much.
“I want to worship you, every day, you are so goddamn beautiful.” I say between my ravishment of her body.
She arches her back, needing more, wanting more. I glide off the bed and take place at her feet.
“Spread them baby, I want to see you.” I command. She happily obeys and spreads her legs. Giving me a full view of her glistening pussy.
“God, Tesoro, you’re dripping for me.”
“Yes,touch me please. Make me feel good Ma’am.” Her voice hoarse with need. She’s wriggling and waiting, needing stimulation.
“Play with yourself baby, take control of yourself!” I demand.
“What?” Her head snaps up and she looks at me, down on the floor at her feet.
“I said I wanted to worship you, didn’t I? I want to see you find your own strength again as you play with yourself. I want to see how you take yourself over the edge. I want you to tell me what to do and I want to drown in your wetness. I submit to you, my queen. Command me, take your control.”
Harper blinks her eyes in surprise, as if she didn’t know this was ever a possibility in our relationship. Normally this wouldn’t be but this is what she needs. Even though as a submissive she has all the power in our relationship, she will not experience it this way now. Not after everything that has happened to her. This is why I need to submit myself to her to show her that I serveher, her heart, her pleasure and her life.
