Page 116 of Architecti
Midnight pulls her fingers from my cunt and smears them over her lips.Her tongue skitters over the glisten.
“Mmm, delicious.Open,” she demands, and I die.
There and then.
I open my mouth, and she slides her finger over my tongue.
“Divine, isn’t it?”she says as she lowers herself to her knees, one leg at a time, her eyes never leaving mine.
My heart races about ten thousand beats per second.I swear it shatters as I gaze upon Midnight.
How is it she can hold every ounce of power in this moment and yet I’m the one telling her to get on the floor?
“Fuck,” I say, taking in the sight of her beneath me.
“Tell me, what you need,” she says.The hooded look in her eyes makes me dizzy with want.
I slide my hand to her chin and tilt her up to face me.
“I want you to eat,” I say and slide my thighs apart, grip her hair and force her onto my pussy.
She moans against my cunt as her tongue flicks my clit.She makes filthy moaning sounds as though she’s drinking the finest wine.
She moves closer, brings her fingers to my entrance and pushes inside me.
“Gods,” I say and make a racket as I lean against the window again.
My hips roll forward and grind against her sinful mouth.One hand holds her to my cunt while the other presses against the window frame as we find a rhythm.The harder I grind against her, the quicker she moves.Her tongue ravishing me, her fingers pounding inside me.
“Fuck.Yes.More, Midnight.I need more.”
She curls them inside me, hitting my G-spot.My pussy clenches down on her fingers as the rhythmic motions of her tongue, hard then soft then hard, have me screaming out her name.I come apart on her, cracking the window frame with my grip.
She sucks my clit between her teeth, forcing aftershocks to ripple through my thighs.Finally, she ceases the relentless assault, only to stand up and undo the zip on her trousers.
“Wh—but I just—” I say, realising I was never actually in control.
Her fingers lace through mine, bringing my hand up to my throat, tracing where I assume the outline of the contract rune sits.
She grips my throat, pulls me away from the window, and spins me.My chest crashes against the window frame, my breast still exposed.
“Midnight,” I gasp.“What if someone sees?”
“I thought we made our own fate?That we can control our destiny.So control it, baby girl,” she says, nipping my throat as she kisses and licks and bites.
She slides her hands to my hips and over my arse, drawing my dress skirt up, exposing my thighs.
“You should check if the door is locked,” I say, my exhale making a fan of steam over the window.
But she ignores me, bringing the head of the dildo to my entrance and dipping in and out, testing, soaking the head with my excitement.
“Gods, Midnight, we can’t.”
“Like I couldn’t eat that pretty little pussy of yours just now, you mean?”
“Yeah,” I whimper.“Like that.”I love the filth that comes out of her mouth.None of my partners have ever been so vocal or spoken to me like that.How is it words can have such power?Why is it the filthier she is, the more my body gives itself to her?
She weaves spells with that tongue.Her hand slides against mine, flattening against the windowpane.With her other, she guides the strap inside me.
