Page 95 of Nyx
“I want,” I breathe as a whole-body shudder works up my spine.
“And I want to worship you. Lie there and let me make you feel good, okay?” I nod again, my eyes closing as I allow myself to melt into the bed, falling onto my back and my knees spreading wide. “That’s it, just like that,” he murmurs as the mattress shifts, and I whine when he stops touching me.
“Impatient,” he teases with a chuckle as his weight settles between my legs, but I can’t form words to argue as his tongue drags along my slit. He licks me a few times, sucking that sensitive skin between his lips and dipping his tongue inside as my feet spring off the bed. He doesn’t stopme when I wrap my legs around his shoulders, or when my hips shoot off the mattress and rub against his wicked mouth.
I don’t know how he breathes with the way my body covers him in its desperation. He moans and moans, and I think he might be happy to suffocate like this. Fingertips run along my hipbones and tease the sensitive skin there, and I stretch both arms towards him. Reaching for him… always reaching for him, and he always reaches back. Our hands clasp, another tether that binds us as my fingers clench on his. His tongue is everywhere, and everything coils tighter and tighter. My thighs trap his head there… right there.
Right there.
Release rushes over me without warning, and I gasp and sob andsqueezemy thighs as he keeps licking me. His hands hold mine so tightly I couldn’t let go if I wanted, and white lights flash in front of my eyelids as I soar.
I’m so full of pleasure my spine forms a half circle on the bed, unable to contain it. Waves roll through my body, so intense I’m convinced our bodies have fused together to share this bliss.
Warm, wet streams shoot over my stomach, and my back settles onto the bed as I glance down with a whine. My cock flexes, straining and flushed as it releases over my abdomen. Beyond, dark curls are trapped between my thighs, and the sight sends me into another wave of ecstasy.
Reyes groans again, the sound vibrating against me as dampness drips down my skin. Sweat, slick, release… mixed together, spreading between us. Pulses of blinding pleasure beat through my body, and my brain is decadently fuzzy, so I do what he told me to do.
I lay back and let him worship me.
When the intense waves pass, my muscles finally relax, and I loosen my grip on his hands. His skin is flushed, lips swollen and glistening, with droplets of my release beaded in his facial hair. Panting breaths whoosh from his lungs, and his cock tents the front of his shorts until I’m not sure how the fabric holds.
The face he makes is almost a snarl as he stares at me on the bed, and he dives to lick more fluids off my stomach. The sight causes my breath to hitch, and when he’s done cleaning me off, he draws my cock into his mouth. It doesn’t matter that the quieting thuds of my release still pound in my core. I want him this way. Want him, always want him,needhim like I’ve never needed anything in my life. He licks and sucks, and my cock fills again, swelling against his tongue.
My voice comes out breathy as I tease, “Thought we needed a bath?”
His eyes snap up to mine, his cheeks hollow, and my eyes roll up into my head as he takes a slow deliberate drag along my length. When he releases me, I pout, sticking my bottom lip out as he kisses his way up my torso. His breath is sweet and musky with my release as his lips ghost over mine. The need in his eyes is blazing, a fire burning inside them that tells me he’s about to incinerate.
“It can wait. Can I fuck you now?” he asks in that deep tone, and I whimper. He hovers there as the heat softens for a moment. “Is that okay? To call it that?”
“Yes,” I whisper, loving the way he shivers. “You treat me like I won’t break.”
“You won’t.”
“For you, I will. Break me. Please?” I beg in a whisper, and he groans as I force his mouth to mine, clawing at his neck and shoulders to get closer, and he kisses me as though he’s starving for it. Demanding lips and hot tongues, and slick, sweaty skin that tastes of sex. I fall into it, this all-encompassing bliss. Fall into him, and everything we have. His cock rubs against mine, still trapped behind those damned shorts when there shouldn’t be anything at all between us.
I push at his waistband, and he smiles against my lips. When he pulls back, he’s all teeth and crinkling eyes and unfiltered adoration. The way I love him punches me right in the heart.
He makes quick work of his shorts, shoving them down and kicking them aside, and then he’s touching me, sliding up my thighs and teasing as I try to spread my legs for him. Fingers dig into my hipbones, and I gasp as he turns me onto my stomach. My cheek and chest press against the mattress as he lifts my hips, and he kisses a path up my spine. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
More of that overwhelming lightness rushes through my body as he whispers praise up and down my back, telling me how much he loves me and how perfect I am. His mouth moves lower and lower, teasing and taunting. “One more taste,” he murmurs, licking along my thighs, collecting every drop he finds. He traces over my slit and then presses that determined tongue inside me.
“Relax,” he purrs. “You’re doing so good. Let go. I’ve got you.” I melt at his words as he reaches around my front to grip my cock, slowly stroking me as he licks and probes and sucks at every inch of skin he can find. His tongue flutters and his beard scratches, and his hand shuttles along my cock until I think I must be seconds away from combusting. My body presses back, wanting more. Wanting everything he offers me.
The warmth of his tongue disappears, and his hands are on my hips again. My fingers dig into the sheets as he canopies over me and kisses my shoulder. “Good?” he asks, and I nod as I squeeze tighter, loving the heat of his cock pressing against me.
“Please,” I beg, and he groans as his teeth nip at my shoulder blade.
“So good.” He nudges forward, and his cock slides inside me. Slick coats us both and eases his entrance, and I shiver at the stretch as he fills me. Fingers flex against my hipbones, and he releases a deep, throaty moan as he pushes deeper. My back arches, and he groans louder.
“Gods, you are so fucking beautiful when you do that,” he murmurs, dragging a palm along the curve of my spine. He bottoms out inside me, and I relish the fullness. When we’re connected in this way, all that emptiness is gone. There’s him, and us, and that’s all that matters. Reyes withdraws before slowly sliding back in, and my body clamps around him as my mouth falls open.
“More,” I whimper, and he shudders behind me. “I want more of you.” I arch my spine further, inviting him in—showing him I trust him not to give me more than I can handle. Coated in slick and slippery, he grunts as hepushes in harder than before, but I can tell he holds himself back. “Please?”
“That word is going to be my undoing,” he says, voice rough as his fingers form pits on my hipbones, indenting my flesh as he thrusts again. Wet skin slaps together, and a cry leaves my throat. It’s louder than the softer pleasure-filled noises he normally drags from me, and it spurs him on as he builds a faster rhythm.
Nonsense spills from my mouth. Declarations of love, pleads for more, in my language and his. Gasps and groans and desperate sounds. Reyes is more reserved, quiet like he’s trying to listen to every little noise I make. Deep grunts and moans are forced out of him when he can no longer control himself, and I love the helpless way he calls out.
“Stroke your cock,” he instructs in that same desperate tone, and his steady rhythm starts to falter. He speeds up, his movements becoming jerky and shallow, and his hands shake where they hold me. My fingers wrap around my cock, and I shudder as I collect the stream of liquid that hangs from my tip.
