Page 148 of The Cerulean Sister
He growls and strokes himself so close, the tip of his cock smears the back of my hand with hot pre-cum as I begin a steady rotation with the pad of my middle finger.
I whimper his name, trying to keep my lids from falling shut from the full-body euphoria running through my veins.
Having his eyes on me while I pleasure myself is an altogether different ecstasy, one that I do not even come close to when I am alone doing the same thing.
I quicken my own speed, not able to stop the frantically increasing energy in the room from taking me over. I gasp and push my head into the pillow, eyes rolling back as my muscles tighten, warmth spreading all over me.
"That's it. That’s it, Priestess. Make yourself come. Show me how you touch yourself when I am away," he encourages, grunting wildly with each stroke, eyes fixed between my legs.
I stare up at him, holding his gaze while I cup my breast, pinching the nipple so hard I have to bite my lip.
He snarls at me, holding my knees apart with an iron grip, eyes flicking between my cunt and face.
I wait until his view dips below again to slip my fingers inside my channel, plunging two in and out slowly, slicking them entirely.
In response, he grabs my wrist, bringing it up to his lips and licking my fingers, plunging them into his mouth and biting at the sides.
His eyes roll back a little when he tastes me, letting out a growling vibration I can feel where my wet fingers touch his tongue.
The way that affects him makes the ache in my clit, now a throbbing demand to be sated.
His eyes are wild as he watches me slide my fingers back to my pussy, strands of his hair falling in front of his face in response to his vigorous jerking movements around his thick length.
I bear down hard as my climax finally finds me, rolling through in huge, crashing waves, ebbing and squeezing around nothing.
99 plants his palm firmly on the wall above my head, hovering over me, increasing the speed of his stroking fist with huffing breaths.
His cum shoots out in ribbons up my stomach, the sound he makes is a mix of a groan and huff, until my skin is coated with him, as if he is marking and covering me completely.
He hunches over, looking down, panting and spent.
I pull on his neck, needing him to kiss me, not wanting this moment to end.
The kiss is languid and deep between our panting breaths, the fact of our unlinked tether utterly forgotten.
Still out of air, he turns onto his side behind me and pulls my back against his chest, gently brushing my hair over my shoulder so he can press his lips to the skin there.
I lie in contented silence for a long time, savoring the lingering energy of what we just shared together.
I suddenly have the urge to test the ward Calliape placed to make sure it is still present. When I press against it, testing its strength, my mind bounces off itself the same confusing way it did when she let me check hers.
And just like that, I cannot stand another heartbeat without 99 in my mind. I pause and close my eyes, summing up all my concentration to reach out to him.
"Can you feel me?"
It takes several breaths before my tether takes hold of his, spinning and wrapping itself like a reaching vine before the strong connection is made.
My whole body lights up as it finds him, my skin prickling with electricity, and my eyes want to roll back in my head at how good it feels.
His body jumps, startled, as the last thread of our tether takes hold.
"I can feel you, Priestess,"99 whispers into my mind's eye.
His hands caress up and down my body. It is difficult not to get caught up in the euphoria of being so deeply rooted in each other again.
"I feel that too,"he says, amused by my thoughts.
His voice is so smooth inside my head, brushing up my skin and spreading warmth across my mind.
