Page 73 of Unrivaled
They’d turned to me again.Hazel eyes lingered on the dangling leather laces, on the curve of my breasts, my throat, my lips.“I intend to.”It was such an obvious response, but they paired it with the perfect amount of hunger.
I lifted my hands to the laces, but they closed the distance between us quickly, knocking my fingers aside.“It’smyrole,” they said.
So, I put my hands on my head to keep them out of the way and stood still as they tugged and worked at my laces.As more slack moved through the garment it began to shift against my flesh until it was grazing my nipples, making me ache.
I closed my eyes, better to let the sensations sweep through me.The anticipation wound tightly in my muscles.
It had been far too long since I’d been so close to someone.
Elnyta’s lips pressed to my collarbone.The garment was almost free, and they still had their boots on.They peeled the leather off my shoulders with something akin to reverence, pressing another kiss to my collarbone before stepping back and taking me in.
I ignored the feeling of being utterly exposed.To keep my hands from feeling like strange lumps, I reached for the surviving ties to my skirt.“You’re overdressed, Captain.Boots off.”
They let out a bit of a huff.“You’re one ofthose,are you?”
I had no idea what they meant, just finished removing my clothes before they objected to that, too, and we wasted our time worrying about laces and layers.
As soon as Elnyta’s boots were off I scooped them into my arms, feeling the way they fit against me so neatly.Their body was taut, their lips hungry.Beneath my hands, their hips flared softly.I gave them a shove.They let go of their hold around my head, falling back onto my bed with their arms outspread and a grin on their face.
We’d wasted enough time.So much time.They lifted their hips and let me pull the pants down over their legs, revealing the brown of their skin, the strength of the muscles that slumbered beneath a layer of softness.My heart was in my throat.I found their knees with my hands, unable to resist feeling the warmth of their flesh.I moved onto the bed into the small gap between their legs, nudging them further apart.
Their shirt hid them from my view for now.I stooped to press a kiss to the inside of their knee, then was lured higher up, the promise of softer, sweeter skin making my mouth water and my head spin.There were tiny little dots across their thighs, marks like the stars in the sky that formed a map.I traced them with my lips, glorying in the softness, in the tiny little dips that formed the center of the stars, and the plateaus between them.Higher still, marks that could’ve come from some sort of cat or their own flesh expanding were there, old and silver.
Resisting the urge to run my lips along those lines, I made my way higher, until I found the hot, secret center of them.
Here, I nuzzled into the impossibly soft, slick skin and felt Elnyta’s indrawn breath.Their hands found my hair again.Their thighs fell wide.They offered themselves up to me.My head spinning, I ran my tongue over the sensitive core, then sucked, feeling the way their hands moved, listening to their breathing.My own breathing was too quick, my heart beating heavily in time to the motion of my mouth.I ached, but it was a sweet pain.Every little flutter of the muscles in their thighs or tiny flex of their hips was information that I hungrily devoured.Gently, I nudged up the loose skin on their clitoris and heard a quick indrawn breath.I paused, worry tempering the hunger, until their fingers tangled in my hair.With the flat of my tongue, I tested out rhythms and pressures, learning their cues and their preferences until they were gasping for air.
Then I held them there, maintaining their beat.Not too fast.Not too slow.Not dislodged by the hungry flexes of their hips or the way they’d wound their fingers through my hair.I still wanted to listen and learn, but I could relax, too, and enjoy their excitement, the taste and texture of them, the steely core of strength in their thighs as they clung to me.
“Don’t stop,” they whispered, then let out a shocked laugh.“I’ll be good for you, princess, I promise.Just don’t stop.”
To reassure them, I changed absolutely nothing, closing my eyes to enjoy what I’d been given for as long as I could, hoping the moment would be sealed forever in my mind.They moaned, their hips rolling slowly, helplessly, and I stayed with them, safe, secure, predictable.The pulses of their release started beneath my tongue and rolled out through their body.I felt my own body mirror those reactions, the hungry twinges that rolled through me leaving me short on air, so when their hands softened in my hair I sucked in a deep breath, throbbing still.
“Wild horses,” Elnyta breathed.I resisted the urge to dive back in and let them tug me up their body.My lips were wet from us when I kissed them.Beneath me, Elnyta lay, relaxed and warm, the urgency gone, their tongue slow beneath mine, their lips soft and giving.I lifted one of my legs, fitting myself firmly against them.
Their cunt was wet and hot against mine.A quick breath escaped them before they grabbed me again, dragging me in for a deeper, harder kiss, their hips flexing beneath me.Anticipation caught me by the throat.I struggled not to drop my weight down, keeping my answering movement light though I could barely breathe.Every nerve ending was on fire.Their cunt was wet and hungry forme.That was my spit, and their juices, and now mine, too, all mixed up together.We slipped against one another as they panted into my mouth, clinging to me like I was the last solid thing left in the whole world.
There was no way I could’ve replicated the rhythm I’d found that unraveled them earlier, not when I couldn’t hear anything except my own hunger, not when we slid together in hard, tight little circles that were mostly driven by desperation.From far away I felt the burn of my belly and my thighs, the sting of hair they’d fisted in their hands.While they held onto me, I kept us both anchored to the bed, taking our weight through my arms as their tongue hungrily worked mine.I recognized those movements, that rhythm.
The thought of Elnyta between my legs, of being slick with their spit as well as our juices, sent my head spinning anew.But it was their short, shallow gasps and the helpless roll of their hips that sent me tumbling over the edge.I tried not to crush them.I did.I held to the rhythm as well as I could while I felt their own orgasm roll through them, but the moment they collapsed back I went, too.The heat washed through me and everything fell away.I existed on their gasps, on the slick slide of flesh, of the pulsing waves of wonder that made the world go silent around us.
Their hands gentled in my hair again.The softest touch was still rough against my sensitive cheek.Every drop of strength was gone.It was all I could do to stay locked like that, my right leg over theirs, their left leg around my waist, up on my elbows because at some point my arms had given out and that was the best I could do.
The kiss they pressed to my lips was soft and lingering.I struggled not to melt.
Then their leg slid down mine, a long, slow glide that let our hips unlock, and their hands moved around my waist to pull me down onto them.I guided my fall best I could to land mostly beside them, rather than risk any injury.
“I’m glad you do business in such a complex way,” I managed, not quite knowing what else to say.
“Are you?”they asked, nuzzling at my ear.
“I think so.”I sucked in some air.The euphemisms I could use filled my mind.So many, so obnoxious.I looked over at them and found them there, the spark of fun still in their eyes, the curve of their lips soft and full of promise.“I’m glad you’re part of my life,” I said, honestly.“This part.Right now.I’m not asking for more.”I crushed the panic because their smile had just grown softer.I’d said the right thing, and it made my heart soar.“I’m just glad we’re here,” I clarified, just to be sure.
“I’m glad we’re here, too,” Elnyta murmured.“But I must say, princess, you do strange business.You shouldalwaysask for more.”
The rush of hope was dizzying.“Should I?”
“Yes.”Their arms tightened around me.“We both should.”
