Page 39 of The NemeSis
I know I’m larger than average. Nine inches is a lot, but she can take me.
“You can touch me,” I assure her.
Kyra’s eyes flicker up at mine before glancing back down and reaching out. She hesitates. “Tell me what to do.”
I groan. “Go down on your knees and pull my boxers down.”
She slowly drops down. Her hands move up to the edge of my boxers and pulls them down. My cock goes down with the motion before springing back up.
“Lick your hand and put it on me, wrap those fingers around me.” My nostrils flare as I watch her do as I command. When her hand is on me? Fuck, I feel like a teenager about to lose control. My hand moves to cover hers and guide her. “Move it like this.”
“Can I taste you?” She bites down on her bottom lip before peering up at me.
“Yes.” I pull my hand away and let her take the lead.
Her head moves forward, and her tongue dips out to lick the tip. I groan with a curse. “Fuck, princess.” It must be what she wants to hear because she leans forward to take me into her mouth. She starts slow, just the first couple of inches. Then she uses her hand and her mouth. “Yes, just like that.”
My eyes stay looking down at her. Her eyes move up to look at me as her head bobs on my cock. I move my hand to her head, threading my fingers in her hair to take back a little of the control and push myself further in her mouth. She gags and her eyes water, but she doesn’t tap out.
I notice the way Kyra squirms on her knees. She’s desperate to find her own friction. As good as her mouth feels, I’m not ready to finish this way. I want inside of her. I start to pull out, but she sucks me in harder.
“Fuck.” My hand stills on her head as she continues. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.” She doesn’t stop. “You want that, princess? Are you desperate for a taste?”
She moans around my cock. The vibration brings me closer to the edge. When I come, she doesn’t stop. She sucks down every drop. She releases my cock and I take her hands to bring her to stand.
I devour her lips as my fingers brush across her lace bra. Her nipple hardens beneath my touch. “You were such a good girl, sucking down every drop.” My hands roam across her skin, up and down her sides before going back to her breasts and toying with her nipples.
“Ares, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?” I crowd her personal space as I turn us around so my back is to the couch. She shakes her head. “Use your words. Do you want me to touch you?” She nods. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I don’t know.” Kyra groans in frustration. “Everywhere. I want you to take control.” The words come out between breaths.
I step back and pull her with me, lowering myself on the couch. My hands move to her hips, fingers dancing along the lace of her panties. I lean forward and place a kiss on her stomach. My lips trail up, peppering soft kisses up to her breast. I reach back behind her and unhook her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and I pull the rest of it away from her and drop it to the floor. I take in every inch of her, committing it to memory. My fingers trace her delicate curves.
Kyra’s breathing is unsteady, anxious, but she holds still. I want to take my time exploring every inch of her. The only problem? I don’t know if I’ll ever be done.
“Ares,” she begs.
My fingers move to her panties. I tease the lace, slowly tracing the patterns across the front, down, and back up. Her hand moves to my hand. She attempts to push it where she wants it.
“Do I need to tie you up, princess?” My eyes snap up to hers. “Is that what you need to hold still? Because I’m not done committing every inch of you to memory. I won’t be done until you’re branded on my soul.”
Her hands fist at her sides as she rubs her thighs together, trying to create friction and ease the pressure that’s building.
I lean forward and kiss my way down her stomach. She trembles beneath me. Goosebumps trail behind my lips. My fingers move to lower the top edge of her panties, but just barely. I move them down slowly, take my time pressing soft kisses over the exposed skin.
Knowing this is her first time, I’m determined to drag it out. I want to make this about her pleasure, but first I need her as desperate for me. She may not realize it, the words I spoke earlier. I meant it when I told her I would be her first and last. Nothing and no one will stand in the way.
Kyra Storey is my weakness. I could lose everything in this world. I would give up anything, but not her—never her. The realization should terrify me. It lights me up even more.
I pull her panties the rest of the way down, dragging them down her legs until they’re at her feet. I release them and she steps out of them. My lips press to her stomach again before I lean back.
“What do you want Kyra?” My voice comes out rougher than I intended. Her eyes narrow like daggers. “Take it.” My arms stretch out on the back of the couch. I grip the back to keep from reaching out. Maybe I should sit on my hands. “Take what you want, princess.” She hesitates. “I’m yours.”
Kyra steps forward and moves to straddle my lap. She lowers herself and moves. She rocks against me, grinding her wetness on my cock.
My hands grip the back of the couch tighter to keep from grabbing her and taking control. It would be all too easy to move her slightly and slip in. Once we do this, there will be no going back.
