Page 19 of The Cerulean Sister
I want to tell him I like the way he looks when we do this too, his thrusts upward to meet my mouth, how he almost chokes me when I do not have my hand on him to stop the intrusion.
But I can't say those things aloud when my mouth is full of him, so I send it through our tether. He almost lifts off the bench when I send images of touching myself while I take him deep in my throat.
"Fuck, Priestess, stop, you're going to make me come."
99 has never finished in my mouth. He is far too impatient, normally stopping me just before to make me come or to sink his cock inside me to finish.
I feel him try to withdraw himself to take control, to fuck me roughly into the ground, but I steel my hand at his hip, letting him know I have no intention of relinquishing power.
I withdraw for just a moment. "Then come, Commander." I kiss his tip.
He makes a growling sound, giving into my determination as his grip on the back of my neck tightens. I know he would never force me forward, would not push me to my limits, but he is holding me firmly in place, so I do not withdraw as he fucks upward to meet my lips.
When I flutter my eyes back up to his mask, I feel his whole back quake and my mouth is flooded with the taste of his release. I try to keep my eyes on him, but they water as he thrusts in sync with my bobbing head.
I swallow around his cock, but more fills my mouth and runs out the sides, slicking the base as I continue to stroke the hard flesh.
He moans deeply one last time, an echo against the sacred monuments around us.
When his breath evens out, I lick him clean until his shoulders slump in exhaustion. The hand behind my head moves to cup my jaw, his thumb running over my swollen lips as he did when we were in our chambers this morning.
I rub my thighs together, feeling how slick I am. The moment I do, 99 notices that little movement and refocuses, snapping out of his euphoric haze. He is always so attentive to my pleasure, so I know he will not want to start traveling again until I've come at least once.
He adjusts himself, fastening his pants in silence but still locked on me like a target to devour.
"Sit." He pats his thigh and maneuvers his hips in a way that shouldn't be as sexy as it is.
When I stand and reach under the skirt of my dress, pulling my undergarments off over my boots, he groans.
"What are you doing to me, Priestess?" He sounds like he's in pain.
"I already did what I wanted to do to you, Commander." I smile and run my hand up, exposing my thigh, spreading my legs while sitting on one side of him.
His hand brushes against my hip, holding me still as he watches me.
I run my finger down the seam of my pussy, shocked at how wet I made myself doing that to 99. It's as if I've already come and am now feeling the slick aftermath of it.
My core squeezes when I run my finger down the side of my clit, and I can't stop my sudden hissing breath in response. The intense heat of it makes it feel swollen and achy, the only relief rubbing slow circles against the tender flesh. I melt into his solid form, failing at keeping my own composure.
He is perfectly still, watching me take my pleasure in front of him.
My entrance clamps down on nothing, wanting to be filled, but I need to chase a fast and quick orgasm more than anything. My whole body feels tingly as I gasp, the small hairs on my thighs standing on their own as electric shivers run across my skin.
When I moan and throw my head back into his shoulder, he shifts to remove his glove.
"You think you can show me that pretty cunt and I won’t want to touch you?" His fingers travel up my thigh so slowly I want to scream.
He makes no move to stop me, seeking only to join in by circling my channel with the tips of his two fingers before he sinks them inside. They slide in with ease all the way down to the start of his palm, and when he pulls out, they are slick and shiny with evidence of how much my body wants this.
When he plunges in again, he keeps them inside, curved and hooked with smaller movements, the muscles squeezing hard around the stretching of his grip.
My breasts shake from how vigorously I am touching myself now, my nipples peaked and brushing against my dress.
My core burns and constricts, my hips thrusting on their own to steal more friction from his thick fingers. And with a final gasp, my head falls back against his strong shoulder as everything breaks in me. I moan his name and ride his fingers, trying desperately to keep the same rhythm of my own. I lose myself to the overwhelming pleasure that blooms throughout my whole body, cradled safely against 99.
I let my hand fall to my side, chasing away the lightheaded aftershocks with deep, exaggerated breaths.
I know after a moment of collecting myself that it's not enough.
