Page 36 of Tethered Souls

Grabbing one of my hands, he places it on my pussy. “Show me,” he says as he lifts his head just a little. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

My lips parting, I start to touch myself as he watches, as his finger rocks slowly in and out of me, his concentration on my hand, not on the pumping of his own.

I moan, my limbs starting to shake as the both of us work to get me off. He keeps his thrusts slow and leisurely, the highlight of his focus on me. On my hand. On how I ride my palm and stroke my clit to make myself come.

Panting, I lift my hips, sliding further onto his finger. Harder. Deeper.Faster.

“That’s it, little monster,” he says, his voice a deep rasp that leaves me weak. “Let me see you come.”

My thighs snap together as the tension builds. His eyes rise to mine, a snarl on his lips, and my legs fall back open.

“Good girl,” he growls as he curls his finger and lowers his gaze back to my hand. “You keep those legs open. I want to see your pussy squeezing my finger.”

Leaning forward, he licks me. Then groans as he pulls back so he can watch me. My fingers dip between my lips, riding on top of his. I push them in just a little, not able to go far with my short arms. My release is just out of reach, and I whimper in frustration. “Please,” I rasp as I refocus my attention on my clit. “I need another finger inside of me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to oblige, and I arch back as my other hand rises to my breasts. I cup myself, my nipples hard and demanding, and he hisses in a breath as he watches me. He fucks me faster, and I cry out on another wave of frustration before I rapidly shake my head.

“Slower,” I order. “It’s all about...the rhythm.” I moan as I grab his hand and show him the pace I like. The slow firm thrusts. The slight hesitation before he rams in that gets me squirming in anticipation.

My gasps build again as he takes over, fucking me hard but slow. My hand goes back to stroking the outside of my pussy as my other massages my breast.

He licks my inner thigh, and I arch on a small moan, my skin too sensitive, too fuckinggoodwith all the nerves taut and raw.

I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, making my thighs clench around his head. The spasms shake all the breath from my body, leaving me a gasping mess. I pant hard as he pulls his fingers out and grabs both my hips. Pinning my thighs to his head, he flips us, pushing me up onto my knees as he buries his tongue into my pussy.

I moan as I jerk beneath his licks, each stroke causing my muscles to twitch uncontrollably. My hips buck as I ride his face, smothering him fully, my body no longer capable of holding itself up.

He releases my hips. One hand comes up to fondle my breasts. The other wiggles under my leg, and I realize he’s reaching for his cock. Turning my head, I suck in a breath. I never thought I would like watching a man masturbate, but fucking hel, the way his hips jerk up to meet his hand, the way his precum leaks down his thick head…

I want his cock inside me.

I start to wiggle back, but the sharp bite of his teeth on my thigh locks me still. Then he groans, throwing his head back as he arches off the bed, tossing me onto my hands and knees. Hot wet splodges land on my ass. He pants beneath me, and I look down at him, peeking between my thighs to see his still throbbing cock. Cum is streaked all across his abs, and I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like. Lifting his head, he buries his face back in my pussy for a long slow kiss. Then he drops back to the mattress. His finger scoops up some of the cum on his belly.

And pushes it into me.

I whimper as his finger fills me as far as it can go.

Then it pulls out to scoop up more cum before pushing it deep inside of me. I collapse with my ass in the air and my face on the pillow, my arms no longer willing to hold me. My entire body is lax, even my eyelids as they struggle to stay open. He wipes the cum off my ass and pushes that in me too.

A warm buzz flows through me, reminding me of a cat stretching lazily in the sun. Every part of me is content, like a zen-touched soul… Like all the pieces to a puzzle…

With one last lick of my pussy, Varius flips me over onto my back. Standing, he leaves without a word. The door closes behind him with an abruptclick, but I’m happy he didn’t linger.

Because I’m absolutely exhausted, and his mother told me earlier I have to be up at six o’clock to make him fucking breakfast.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

Though dear gods, Varius can fuck me...

Ten

HER

The hot spray of the shower washes the sleep from my eyes but barely. I need coffee. Or a knife thrown at my face. One or another; nothing like a bit of danger to get the blood pumping.