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Nell

Nell led Maklr to her room. “It’s kind of plain,” she said.

“Decorations don’t matter,” he said. “Are you happy with it?”

“It’s comfortable. Safe. Predictable.” She opened the door. “Come on in.”

Nell sat on the bed, close to the pillow. “I’m sorry it’s small,” she said.

“It’s yours. This room is your safe area, a safe space. I’m intruding into your sanctuary.” Maklr stayed near the door.

“Aren’t you going to shut it?” she asked. “There are other people living here.”

His eyes widened. “Are you not allowed to bring guests into your rooms? Is there a rule against that? I’m sure there must be, especially at night.”

Nell laughed softly. “No, nothing of the sort. You’re such a rule follower.”

“Life is better with rules,” Maklr said, sitting on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I can sleep on the floor and hold your hand all night,” Maklr said.

Nell shook her head. “I thought you would hold me?”

“In bed?” He eyed the bed cautiously. “It’ll be a tight fit.”

“If you sleep against the window, I can lay in front of you and you can hold me all night.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Maklr sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots. He placed them quietly on the floor near the foot of the bed. He motioned towards his shirt. “This will wrinkle if I sleep in it. Do you mind if I take it off?”

“Go ahead. What about your pants?”

“My pants won’t wrinkle.”

“If you want to take them off, you can,” Nell said.

She walked to her small closet and procured a hanger. “Here.” She hung his shirt next to her clothing. “Can you move the plush please?”

Maklr placed the plush on the window sill and Nell pulled down the covers. Maklr crawled on the bed, pressed his back against the wall and lay with his left arm under her pillow. He patted his chest with his right arm. “Take your time.”

Nell walked to the door, twisted the lock into place. She dimmed the lights and stood before him. Her eyes glimmered. In one smooth motion, she pulled the tunic top over her head and she shimmied out of her pants. She stood before him wearing only a sports bra and a pair of panties.

Maklr’s mouth dropped open. “Nell,” he gasped.

She sat on the bed, slid down facing Maklr and pulled covers up before pressing her body against his.

Her head rested on the pillow, their foreheads practically touching.

Maklr kept his arm glued to his side, unwilling to move it without her permission.

Nell reached over and slid her hand onto his side.

She ran her fingers over his stomach and up his chest. “Kiss me,” she murmured.

“Nell,” Maklr sighed.

“I love you, Maklr.”

“How I longed to hear those words. I love you too, Nell.” His lips met hers in a soft kiss.

Her hands roamed his body, caressing his skin.

She moaned into his mouth as his hand moved over her shoulder underneath her bra strap and he palmed her breast. “Nell,” he breathed.

He kissed her neck, her earlobes, and the sensitive spot just below her collarbone, feeling her shiver with pleasure at his touch.

His hands moved slowly, caressing her skin as if memorizing every inch of her body.

Nell’s breathing grew deeper, her eyes closed as she melted into his embrace. “My Nell.”

Nell parted her legs, resting her left knee over Maklr’s hip. “Touch me,” she said, her voice breathy.

“Are you ready?”

Nell nodded. She pulled the bra over her head and slid her panties down as far as she could reach. Nell’s body tensed as he trailed his fingertips along the contours of her hips, her waist, and the soft swell of her breasts.

She rolled onto her back. Maklr leaned up on his elbow. Nell had shut her eyes and twisted her head to the side, her eyelashes closed tight.

Suddenly. Maklr’s weight lifted off the bed. “I can’t. I won’t do this to you. You’re not comfortable.”

“I want this. I want you,” Nell protested.

“How can I make it more comfortable for you?”

Nell’s heart pounded. “What if,” she paused. “What if I’m on top and you didn’t touch me?”

“I can do that,” he said.

Nell climbed off the bed, allowing Maklr to take her spot. He placed his hands above his head, crossed at the wrist.

“Can I…” she trailed off.

“Nell, you can do anything you want to me,” he said.

“Can I tie your wrists?”

Maklr nodded. “Anything for your comfort.”

Nell took a ribbon off her small dresser, wrapped it around his wrists, and tied it in a loose bow. “I know it’s not really going to hold you back.”

“It’s symbolic. I will never hurt you. Use me. I’m yours to command,” he said. “You need to feel safe. Cherished. Desired. I want you completely at ease.”

Nell nodded. “I can do this.”

“You can,” Maklr encouraged.

She pulled off his pants, his erection springing forth.

“Can I suck you?” she asked.

“I am yours.”

Nell’s hands played with him, teasing him to his full length. She sucked him deep in her throat, rubbing his delicate sac. Her tongue swirled around the head, her cheeks hollowing out with the friction. “Nell,” Maklr said, his voice gruff. “I won’t last.”

She climbed up his body, placing her legs on either side of his head, and lowered her pussy to his mouth. “Make sure I’m wet enough, please,” she begged. Before she lowered herself down, she turned the plush cat around to look out the window. “There’s no need for him to see this,” she said.

Nell lowered herself over Maklr’s lips, his tongue darting out to lick from her center to her clit. He hummed his agreement. He flicked circles over her sensitive skin, and she threw her head back and moaned softly. “Yes, like that.”

At the edge of an orgasm, she rose to her knees and scooted backward down his body, straddling Maklr’s hips. Their eyes locked in silent understanding. Her lip trembled, exposing her vulnerability and trust.

“You’re nervous. Don’t do it if you’re not ready,” he said.

“And excited. And curious.” She raised up and untied his wrists. “Guide me?”

He reached up to hold her, lowering her into place as she positioned herself above him. “You control everything. You set the pace. Nell, you’re in charge of your own pleasure.” He whispered the words into her ear, his breath warm on her skin.

She hesitated a moment, then reached to kiss him, as she lowered herself over his erection.

“Slow. Take it slow,” Maklr crooned into her ear.

She shook with anticipation, impaling herself on his thick cock. “Good girl, Nell. Stop if you want to.”

Nell shook her head, lowering her body farther. His cock fully impaled her, causing her to stop. “Full.”

“You took all of me,” Maklr said, kissing her again. His hands roamed her back, tracing the line of her spine as he encouraged her with whispered praise. “You are beautiful.”

Nell leaned forward, rocking her hips back and forth against Maklr’s cock. Her hair cascaded around her face like a curtain and kissed him deeply. Her body trembled, her hips moving at a steady pace. She groaned, “Maklr.”

His hands slid to her hips to support her in finding the perfect angle as she took him deep inside her slick channel. The only sounds in the room were heavy breaths and Nell’s sighs of pleasure. Everything else ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them lost in the sacred moment.

“Maklr,” Nell panted, “I think,” she gasped for breath. He whispered encouragement to her, urging her on.

“I love you, Nell. I love you,” he whispered. “You are mine, and I am yours.”

Nell ground against him, desire in her eyes. She leaned back slightly, placed her hand on his chest for balance, and took control over her orgasm.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him as she came with a cry. Maklr reached for her to capture her scream with his mouth. He gripped her hips and pumped two more times into her body, sharing his own release.

They collapsed back on the bed, a tangle of limbs. Nell’s chest heaved. “Mine,” she said, resting her head on his chest, her lashes fluttering shut.