Page 31 of Icy Heart, Empty Chest

Nothing fast or hurried. He’s taking his time enjoying me. I’m enjoying him enjoying me too. I’m getting sparks of pleasure up through my chest. He’s reaching up, grabbing both of my breasts for more contact. I let out another small cry.

I didn’t know I had an instant “on” switch but I believe he’s found it.

He’s licking up my folds to my clit, swirling around it.

It feels decadent and heady. He picks his head up and looks at me, running his hands down my side.

“You’re so wet for me already.” He then goes back down like a man possessed.

I’m not really sure what sounds are coming out of my mouth because his tongue is working miracles.

He angles his face up more and focuses his tongue in circles.

One of his warm hands lazily traces its way over my inner thigh and inserts a finger slowly until he gets a little cry in response.

Another finger soon joins the first. It lends a fullness to the ministrations of his tongue.

He’s pumping in and out while his clever tongue is sending sparks up my spine.

I find I’m circling higher and higher. My hands are in his hair again, pulling like reins.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I squirm more to find that last bit of contact and burst, crying out. I relax, boneless as he moves my leg off him and wipes his mouth.

“I always wanted to do that with you.” The visual of his face between my legs is nothing short of fantasy fuel.

“You can do that every day,” I breathlessly respond and he gives me a wicked, determined look. I cock my head up and look at him. “What’s that look you have on?”

He snakes an arm around my head. “What look?”

“I don’t know… like you’re going to devour me,” I said with a nervous giggle.

“I’ll do anything you ask, love. I’ve waited too long for this,” he tells me with a sense of finality.

I tug him back towards my lips and sink my hands into his waistband, down to his bare ass and squeeze that hard-earned muscle.

I snake a hand forward to his erection and while I start to caress him, he gives a little shudder.

He feels like hardened warm silk. All other movement from him has ceased except for his ragged breathing.

I swirl my fingers up and down wondering by all the gods how he’d fit.

His eyes are closed under my touch. He’s still, with every new touch bringing a little “oh” sound.

After a moment it gets harder to move with his underwear still on so I tug on the fabric.

“Off,” I command.

He complies, wriggling his underwear down so that he’s covering me in all his glory. I moan, feeling his cock rub up against me. Vibrating plastic has nothing on the real thing.

“Ready?” he whispered.

I nod with my eyes closed. “Please.”

The sensation of his cock just before he enters elicits a shudder and an overwhelming paralyzing need, feeling slick and warm. He gently pushes into me.

I feel so warm and full; I’m arching my back up to feel him more.

“Oh, Dae,” I gasp. I’m snaking my arms around him, pulling down to maximize all that is him. The rough hairs of his upper thighs are sliding against mine.

“Fuck, Cor…” I wrap my legs around him as he fully slides all the way in. “You feel like heaven.” My hand is bunched in his hair.

I couldn’t answer because as he’s moving his hips, I’m getting addicted to the feel of his body in mine. I can only moan out. His pace starts out languid, slowly getting my body used to him, but he starts to go harder.

“Wrap your legs around me tighter.” I comply and in a sudden twisting movement and with an undignified shriek, I’m on top of us.

“I wanted to see you,” he said breathlessly.

I take his hands and snake them around my waist. I tilt back and start to move again. Dae moves his hands from my waist to my breasts, palming and rubbing. I cement his hands in place with mine. He’s starting to buck his hips in time with me.

He frees a hand and moves it toward my thighs.

“I have a better idea.”

I reach over to my drawer, and take out my vibrator, switching it on.

He takes it from me with a grin and I guide his hand into place.

As the vibrations hit me, I’m throwing my head back, lost in the sea of sensation. He’s moving faster and I’m trying to stay upright, getting overwhelmed with the feeling of the fullness, rocking back and forth from the tensing of my own muscles.

“Dae, I’m—” My words cut off.

“Let go, love,” he gasps.

A short cry slips from me as all the tension explodes and I’m racked with my own tremors.

“Cora, kiss me now.” His request is urgent and as I bend down, he swaps our places again so that I’m nestled amongst my pillows and his hulking form is over me again.

I tenderly press my lips to his and his thrusts grow faster until he stills with a shudder.

My face is nestled into his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

He’s breathing like when he was in horse form.

I peel away from him, worried.

“Are you OK?” I placed a hand on his chest and with a tug, I’m pulled back into his arms, a protective hand around my head.

“More than,” he answered hoarsely.

His breathing calmed after a bit but he still held me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was surreal; something I had always hoped for but never gotten. I started to get up, moving the blankets aside.

“We should probably clean up a bit,” I said, feeling vulnerable.

“I know that look. It means you’re in your head,” he said, frowning. His fingers skirt my face and turn my head gently to look at his beautiful face. He pulls me back to the bed.

“What’s going on?” He looks worried. I want to yell that it’s not him at all, it’s me.

“I’m not really used to this,” I admitted shyly, gesturing to our bodies. He frowned and pulled me closer. I’d get a small thrill whenever he did.

“Sex?”

I shook my head. “Being intimate.”

Something clicked and he nodded.

“I haven’t done anything like this for a while and I didn’t think I’d get to with you,” I continued. Oh my exposed heart.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you care about me,” he teased lightly.

I nodded.

His face took on a bemused expression. “Wait. Were you seriously wondering if I enjoyed it?”

“Maybe?” The insecure beast that I have rolling around inside is choosing a particularly vindictive time to surface. Ugh, weren’t most post coital chats flirty and not emotional? I think I’m wrecking everything again. He looked down at me with a beatific gaze.

“Sweetheart, I have some…intensely strong feelings for you. What we just did was mind-blowing. I have absolutely no regrets.” His tender expression was almost too much for the fluttering in my heart and his tone left no doubts. I angled my eyes up to catch his.

His gaze itself is so very intense, intimate, dare I say…loving? His fingertips skim my jawline, up to the corner of my ear while the other hand rakes through the crown of my hair.

“You have been, my nymph, my greatest joy and chief tormentor in this life,” he murmured. “I heard what you told Filla.”

The revelation caused me to jolt in his arms, but he held fast. “I thought I misheard at first. I don’t think I can live without you either, sweetheart.” His voice was low, guarded, for only my ears.

He reached over and pulled the blanket up to cover us.

“Damien?” I take my hand off his chest to slide my own fingers down his neck, savoring the muscle and blood, the life flowing through his veins. “I’m not really used to being taken care of,” I said quietly.

“Same. We’ll work on it,” he reasoned. “When you want me or need me, I’ll be here.

” He pulled his large graceful hands down my neck to the tops of my breasts.

“I felt…unworthy of you before. I couldn’t be the person I wanted to be for you.

Not if I was barely keeping it together.

But now, it’s different…so entirely different.

I would like to be with you, my nymph, as long as you’ll let me.

” A small loving smile graced the curve of his lips.

I pushed myself up to kiss him again. His lips were soft, strong. I could feel him start to suffuse with blood against my leg. After all this time of wanting him, I was finally letting myself have him. No overthinking. No regrets. Walls down, gloves off.

“Forever, Damien. I want forever.”

His ardor increased with my words and any reason or logic switched off.

There was just Dae. With his ridiculously muscular back and clean scent with a tang of sweat drifting around me.

Dae, with his reverent hands and clever fingers.

Dae, with those coal-black eyes that held nothing but warmth.

Dae, with his strong arms anchoring me to his body.

We were bolder during this second exploration, somehow more incensed and insistent than the first. When he entered me this time, I gasped, feeling the fullness, and slight burn.

His touch coaxed out my desire and I became sole witness to his devotion.

These moments were full of bliss, utter delight and a wonder of why I ever waited so long.

He made me cry out again in pleasure before too long.

I didn’t try to get up this time. I just stayed, wrapped in my sheets and him.

I guess I found my own heart in the process of finding his.