Page 82 of Architecti
I set to sketching what I could see of the rune.I’m finishing the last bit when she snatches the drawing from me.
“Shit,” she says and scrambles out of bed, jumping to the mirror and pulling at the skin.“Why can’t I see it?”She claws at her neck.
I get off the bed and tug her hands away from her throat.“I told you, it’s gone.I can’t see it now either.”
“You have to do it again.”
I frown.“Do what again?”
“Whatever you did to make it appear.I need to see it.”
The first two times, I made her come.This time, she made herself come with my help.I wonder if that’s why it was fainter and didn’t last as long.
“You sure about that?What I did was fuck you… all the way to an orgasm.This time you made yourself come… And you insisted it was a one-time thing.”
“Oh, I see,” she says.
I wink at her, knowing it will wind her up.“Hmm, so I couldn’t possibly make you come again.”
“That is bad news.”She drops to her knees and crawls along the floor.Her breasts are round and full and swaying with her body as she crawls on her knees.It makes my mouth water.
“Gods dammit, Lucy… we need to talk.Not fuck.”
“But, Daddy… I need another orgasm… please,” she says as she halts at my boots.
I stare down at her naked flesh.She sucks in her bottom lip; my pussy aches with need.I’ve already lost.
But when she lowers herself to my boot and places a kiss on the toe, I snap.My boxers are soaking and my pussy is desperate for touch.I raise my foot, tucking it gently under her chin and push her onto her back.
Keeping my heel on her chest, I strip.Top first, sports bra, then I unbuckle my belt.I release the pressure on her sternum to remove my boots and trousers.Then I lay my body over hers, shift back until my cunt mounts her face and lower mine to her pussy.
She’s swollen and sticky, her scent intoxicating, and I am gagging to taste her.
My tongue slips between her folds, and I lap up every exquisite drop of wetness.She tastes fucking divine, and I moan as I lick down her slit.
Her tongue finds my clit before her lips close over it and she sucks.I close my eyes and rock over her mouth, letting the sensation of her lapping wash waves of pleasure through my core.
She bucks underneath me, sensitive from her first orgasm, but I don’t care, I want to drag another one from her.
I twist my arm over her thigh and slide a finger into her pussy.She’s warm and so wet for me that I glide in and out, my tongue flicking at her apex.
She moans against my pussy, desperately hanging on to her orgasm as she builds me higher and higher.
But the closer she gets, the more she moans and the quicker I climb.Her pussy clamps around my finger, her hips tilt as she trembles and comes in my mouth.
Her sweet release sends me over the edge, my body stiffening as I fall apart on her face.I lay there, motionless, unable to move from the sensory overload until I remember why she wanted this.
I climb off and help her up and there, brandished on her neck, is the symbol, clearer and bolder than I’ve seen it before.
I guide her to the mirror but her face falls.
“You can’t see it?”I ask.
She shakes her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.I scoop her up and carry her to the bed, resting myself against the headboard, sliding her between my thighs.I finish drawing the symbol and then hand her the paper.
“Thank you,” she says.
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers.She freezes and then relaxes, moving her mouth against mine, slow and hungry.
