Chapter 96: The Heart That Wants You
SOPHIA
...and puts his mouth on my other breast. Sucks the nipple, and
I gasp
because there’s a strange pull in my belly
like it’s connected
yes, every nerve ending
connected so that what he’s doing
brings pleasure to all of me.
Nathan takes my hand and guides it down
down to his manhood
My fingers touch the hardness wrapped in a soft sheath
it’s a rod
long and thick
and I curl my hand around it
squeeze.
Nathan pulls away from me
closes his eyes
shudders.
"Butterfly..." he whispers.
He likes it.
I feel more confident, so I squeeze again.
He groans.
Then he moves my hand to the base of his shaft
draws my hand upward.
"Like this," he says, voice raspy.
Tentative, I repeat the motion.
He drops his head to my shoulder, his hand on my hip clenches so hard, his fingernails leaves marks in my skin
but I’m fascinated, so I keep moving
keep touching
and he’s so overwhelmed he bites me
teeth digging into my shoulder
the pain explodes, but I don’t care
I don’t care.
He rolls on top of me, strong legs on either side of mine, takes my hands, both of them, clasps my wrists, one hand manacles me. Lifts arms above my head.
I arch upward, and he feasts, like a starving man, like I’m the last meal he will ever have
and
I can’t do anything, but enjoy his mouth on my flesh, his free hand sliding across my thigh, fingers dipping between my legs
I don’t know what this is
pleasure
a need so fierce
it hurts.
His mouth is on my breast and his fingers slide into my most private spot
to that little pearl
he touches it
strokes
"Nathan," I plead.
But for what? What is this feeling blooming inside me, this tingling ache between my legs,
it fills my belly
pulls strings of sensation taut
his fingers are relentless
his mouth at my neck, sucking
and then he kisses
me
he moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound
our hearts pounding
pounding
sweat dripping
the strings are pulling, pulling
What am I reaching for?
He releases my mouth and moves
down between my legs
kneeling like my supplicant
my worshipper
I am his goddess
and he puts his mouth on that swelling
pearl
and sucks
and puts his finger into the wet, slick
channel
slides it in and out
in and out
that feeling is stretching
that pleasure is expanding
and then it
shatters
like glass
no like stars
I’m in the dark sky, broken and beautiful
and Nathan grabs my hips
and plunges inside me
pain bursts
and I cry out, but there’s pleasure there too
the pulsing hasn’t stopped,
but he’s filled me with his manhood and
I don’t know what to do.
Nathan buries his face in my neck, sucking my flesh between his teeth.
"Bear with it," he says as his sweat drips onto my skin.
"It hurts."
"I know. I’m sorry."
But he keeps moving, and I think it’s because he can’t stop.
"Relax, butterfly. The more you tense, the more it will hurt. I promise you more pleasure, my love. Trust me, okay?"
I do trust him. So I relax my straining muscles, I let him hold my hips while I dig my nails into his back to hang on while he ravages me.
he’s moving fast
groaning in my ear
and then he cries out my name, piercing me deeply, and I can feel his shaft
pulsing
emptying his seed
inside me.
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NATHAN
She fell asleep while I ran a bath for us both. I threw in rose petals and swirled the water one last time. The temperature was perfect.
My Sophia looked Iike kitten, all warm and sated and sleepy.
I exhausted her, and I still wanted her. She was curled on her side, her hair messy, tear stains on her pale cheeks. She cried, but there was beauty in those tears, shed by the girl she’d been, not the woman she was.
The covers slipped down, revealing the curve of one breast, a crescent moon against the red cloth. I tugged the sheet further down, watching as her body was once again revealed to me.
With one finger I traced a line over her rib cage, her hip, her thigh. I see the blood staining her womanhood, her inner thighs, and the white sheet beneath.
"Sophia," I said as I knelt on the bed. I re-trace the line, only backwards, thigh, hip, rib cage, breast. Then over her shoulder, to her neck, to her jaw, to her lips.
I couldn’t resist kissing her.
"Sophia," I said again.
She made a little sound, mewling almost. "Kitten," I whispered. I scooped her into my arms and took her into the bathroom. Luckily, the tub was big enough to fit us both, with plenty of room for me to stretch out my legs.
"Where are we?" asked Sophia, cracking open her eyes.
"In the bath. Relax against me. I’ll wash you, okay? You don’t have to do anything."
"I’m sore," she said. "It’s your fault."
"It is definitely my fault," I agreed. "So lean back, rest, and let me pamper you, okay?"
She was sitting on my lap, legs stretched over mine. She leaned against my chest, resting her head, and went back to sleep.
I really had worn her out after just three times. "We just need to work on your stamina," I whispered. "Because I can’t resist you, butterfly."
"Try," she muttered.
I chuckled.
I picked up a clean cloth, dipped it in the water, and rubbed her face. Then I used it on the rest of her body. Gently I used the cloth on her skin, the same skin I had touched and kissed earlier.
Then gently, I rubbed the area between her thighs.
She moaned.
My heart skipped a beat.
Then I did it again. Gentle. Soft. Rubbing her most private place.
She started to squirm and pant.
"Your thing is poking me," she said in a raspy voice. Her eyes opened. I lifted her, and turned her around so that we were sitting face to face.
"One more time," I said. "May I?"
Her smile undid me. She leaned down, nipped my earlobe, and then said in that smoky-sleepy voice, "Yes."