Page 21 of Devastation
Literallyandfiguratively, I think to myself, glancing at the flowers blooming in her hair now.
And yet, the light that was always present in her eyes before isn't there anymore. It feels like we're only getting the surface level emotions—the ones she allows us to see, while hiding away her fears and scars. I won't let her do that.
A small tremble runs through her, making me instantly want to back off. Staring intently down at her, trying to get a read on her, I notice that she seems lost in her thoughts, and I push off of her to give her space. As I do, her small hand wraps around my forearm, halting my retreat.
Her shaking ceases and her eyes are set with a determined and heated gaze. "I want that. I want this with you."
My heart beats wildly in my chest. I've never done this before, but I want to learn every string her body has for me to play, like a symphony of pleasure with me as the conductor.
“If that changes, tell me and I’ll stop.”
Pulling her towards me once more, I choose a different approach, wanting to be gentle with her. She automatically tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back and breathe out, "Let me show you how much I love you."
Dropping back into the array of pillows behind her, her hair fans out beautifully around her while a purple glow shines down upon us from the flowers on the ceiling. When she nods her acceptance with a languid smile, I sit back on my heels and slowly trail my hand up each of her smooth legs.
Her white night gown has risen to her hips, showing me her matching white thong beneath. It's already soaked with her wetness.
Seeing the evidence of her arousal soothes my worries that she might be forcing herself to do this before she's ready. That would be my worst nightmare.
Moving backwards to give myself room to flatten my chest to the bed, I lift her legs and place them over my shoulders. Dropping my nose to her slit, I rub it up and down her lightly while my hands rub circles over her stomach.
Breathing her in, I groan, wanting to taste her and experience this with her already. Her flustered but confident voice carries down to me, "I'm ready."
Moving my hands to the edges of her underwear, I slowly pull them down, allowing her a chance to back out. Sitting back up, I let her legs fall away from me so I can slide the panties off of her completely, before returning to my position.
As I sink back down, I stare at her for a moment and am overcome with emotion pouring directly from my soul, "I love you, Lana. Thank you for trusting me."
"I love you, Zedd baby." For the first time since getting her back, there is genuine warmth and emotion to her words. I'm smiling as I settle between her legs and begin to kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs, trailing a path towards her heat.
Soft curls cover her pussy, and I reach out to spread her lips gently with my fingers. Her back arches ever so slightly as I flick my tongue over her bud, which is swollen and begging for attention. Taking that as a good sign, I swirl my tongue around it, alternating between that and flicks to see what her body responds to the most.
Her hand comes to fist my hair lightly as I continue my ministrations to her clit, and soft moans escape her, spurring me on. Wanting to try something different, I begin to suck lightly and her hips buck as she cries out my name, "Zedd! That feels so good."
My cock throbs painfully in my pants at her praise, and the feeling of accomplishment at not screwing this up my first time floods through me. While I have hazy memories of intimacy in our past life together, I refuse to treat this moment like we are those same people, because we aren't. I want to learn this Lana, not remember what the old Oslana liked.
I find a rhythm of sucking alternated with flattening my tongue against her and licking that builds her into a frenzy of need. The motion of her hips meeting my movements sets the pace and I follow it, listening to her body's demands.
"Stick a finger in me," she pants out heavily. I acquiesce, bringing up my other hand and quickly spitting on it before easing it into her slowly. I struggle briefly to work my hand under me without detaching from her clit with my mouth.
Who knew this would require so much coordination?
I find my groove in a few moments and curl my finger up inside of her, stroking her while I suck on her clit. Her pussy is soaked with arousal, lubricating my finger's motions easily. "More," she demands, and I slowly ease another finger in.
She feels so tight around my fingers, and when her inner walls clamp as she moans loudly, I know she's finally filled enough to bring her over the edge. Within a few seconds of the dual sensations of my fingers and mouth, she is screaming my name, "Zedd! Yes!"
Grunting at how hot that is, my vigor is renewed and I ride out her orgasm with hunger in my touch, wanting to draw it out as long as possible for her. Watching her unravel for me is going to be seared in my memories for as long as I exist. She is absolutely exquisite.
I pull my fingers out of her as small tremors from her orgasm pulsate. Sitting back on my heels once more, I take this special moment between us to adore her.
The gentle glow from the flowers casts a soft light that illuminates her body for me. Her panting makes her breasts heave ever so slightly, and my eyes stay glued to the movement. Her lips are parted and her eyes closed as she soaks in the after bliss of her orgasm.
She cracks an eye open and sighs in content while asking, "Can I have another cookie?"
That's the Lana I know and love.
I fake ponder it for a moment, "Hmm, I guess you were a good girl coming all over my hand..."
Her surprise at my vulgar words is evident on her face as she nibbles her lower lip and looks up at me from under her lashes with a blush staining her cheeks.
