Page 22 of The Pactbound Angel (The Soul Mirror Duet #1)

He gave a proud nod, and his smile widened. "Yes. Permission is what we're talking about, coupled with the theme of desire, to tie into the last lesson we had. This time, we're going to explore asking for things we want, if that's all right?"

I said, in Celestial, “ But there are so many things I could ask for .”

He lifted his chin at my foreign words, but he did not ask for a translation.

When I spoke again, it was in Common, "I think that would be a good lesson. I cannot please without first making sure what I am doing would please."

He flicked his tongue to wet his lips. My gaze caught the movement immediately.

"You will ask me for each thing you want next and wait for an answer.

Permission passes back and forth this way.

Be specific and try to avoid metaphors. Talk about specific actions done to specific body parts, with them, or both.

To avoid feeling like you are giving orders, I recommend the use of please, and when that is not enough, the questions can move from request to plea.

" He finally slid my undergarments down, then stood.

The sheer want in me bubbled out. It no longer made me feel self-conscious, because here, with him, it was safe to voice my desires. I’m not here to judge you , he had said. And I trusted that.

Specific actions to specific parts ?

Sure.

"I want to suck your cock. Please. I want to feel that vein pulse against my tongue. I want to feel you expand in my mouth. May I, please?"

My educated guess was that my sudden audacity caused the amusement, or something akin to it, to spark in his eyes.

"Of course. You can start by taking off my clothing, and then I want you to keep the same techniques with hand, lips, and tongue that you demonstrated with so much proficiency last time.

You know the technique now. You can always return to starting with your lips on the tip and sliding all the way down to the base and back up, while fluttering your tongue. You'll continue to ask at each stage."

Feeling like I just passed a test, my hands slid along his sides to lift his dark undershirt over his head, again cognizant of his glasses, and tossed it aside. Moving to his short breeches next, they went next.

He stood naked before me, and my eyes traveled up and down. He was already erect, the tip glistening. Gods, he is beautiful. "I would like for you to sit, please."

He nodded and sat in the nearby chair. Following, then kneeling in front of him, I leaned in to lick up the pearly moisture at his tip. Again, salted caramel landed on my tongue. The need to play, to reward him for tasting so good, made me raise my right hand to cover his shaft with my fingers.

He murmured, “A new technique for you to try. Cup the balls underneath gently and lift a little, please. Some…” He grunted when I put my left hand where he requested but continued to instruct, “...some like this, some do not. Something to keep in mind for…” He blew out a slow breath when I delicately lifted it.

He shifted in the chair and grunted quietly, “Use your right on yourself, not me, please.”

My right hand moved down between my legs. I was becoming more proficient, more comfortable, at finding the areas that elicited the most reaction, both in him and myself. I let out a low groan as my fingertips sank into the wetness he always seemed to wring from me.

As I relentlessly hunted for his reactions with my lips, hand, and wiggling tongue, the need for his hands on me, in some form, prompted me to ask.

"I'd like for you to put your hands on me.

The back of my head, please." He obliged, gliding his fingers into my loose hair and pushed down on my head gently.

The feeling of being caught by him, again, flared need in me.

Searching fingers circled the bit of sensitive flesh I’d found earlier, and my pussy answered with an empty, aching clench. When my tongue flicked along the vein I wanted, Ramiren sharply inhaled. When my left hand massaged his balls, his hands twitched and gripped in my hair.

He murmured, “Good. You’re… doing so well…“ The words trailed off, making me steal a glance at him. His eyes were half-lidded, the irises almost black. His chest rose and fell silently, but rapidly.

Is he trying to hide his reactions?

Pulling back, I removed my mouth and hand from him. "I'd like for you to get on the bed, please."

He hesitated, then removed his fingers from my hair with a husky reply, "Of course."

Ramiren reclined on the bed, and I followed.

My hand hovered over his chest, and when I asked permission to touch, he grinned with a nod, as though pleased I got there on my own.

My fingers brushed his chest, gliding over his lean frame with exploring hands.

My eyes went to his face and saw he was watching me again.

His glasses were perched on the end of his nose as he peered over the rims.

I moved my hand to his stomach, circling each divot I could find, while paying attention to other tells, other signs of body language. His abdominal muscles twitched under my hand. His breathing had deepened again. His gaze heated, almost imperceptibly. Almost.

So he is trying to hide what I’m doing to him. Let him keep his secrets. I already know.

The fact he was trying to conceal his arousal, and failing, did more to me than if he was open about it. A competition mixed with pleasure instantly became my new favorite contest.

I let myself grin as my hand moved lower, tracing lines down his hips and thighs. When my fingers went past his cock, he sucked in a deep breath. His hands were fisted. Even his right leg shook. It filled me with smug satisfaction.

I am pleasing him.

Cordani.

That voice again! Is he doing this?

I dismissed the thought immediately.

No. I know what his whispered voice sounds like now. This is something, or someone, else. Perhaps it’s a quirk of this place?

There was no point in dwelling on it. Though the origin of the voice was still a mystery to me, I had become accustomed to it.

I asked to return to sucking his cock. He swallowed hard. "...And what do we say?" There was no reproach in the question. Merely a low intonation.

An unbidden smirk curled my lips. "Please."

He nodded once, and I leaned forward to resume.

I teased him with my tongue, drawing slow circles over the tip before moving down.

Propping myself up with one hand, I used the other on myself.

Each flick of my tongue reminded me of his own tongue laving me.

Each brush of my fingers recalled his hands gripping my hair. A low moan rumbled out of me.

He murmured, his voice taking an odd tone I hadn’t heard before, "Say you want me to cum in your mouth."

My stomach tensed, and the throbbing in my pussy made me dip my fingers into my entrance to ease the needy ache. I curled my fingers as he had before, and the ache got worse.

Yes. "I want that, please."

Something shifted in his eyes. He breathed out and sat up to reach for my hair in a firm grip.

Despite the sharp tug on my hair, it didn’t hurt.

Quite the opposite. The sting boiled me.

He pulled me closer until his face was inches from mine to emphasize his words roughly, "Say it.

Say you want a mouthful of cum, Nathalia.

" This close to him, I could see his pupils dilated until they enveloped the entire iris.

The red was gone except for a thin ring.

The unmistakable heat in them made me want to give whatever he asked for.

I marveled, realizing just how close he was to breaking.

My eyes didn’t stray from his intense gaze.

"Give me a mouthful of cum. Please." I closed my eyes and went back to licking with more vigor, this time using my hand around his shaft.

I gripped firmly and pressed down while my mouth sucked and hollowed, moving in the opposite direction of my hand.

His hands continued to fist my hair and did not ease.

His breathing got faster and rougher as I increased in speed and intensity. He let out another breath and whispered, "Now?"

My answer was muffled, but the vibrations were the tipping point.

I tasted salted caramel against my tongue as he let out a gasp, then another gasp, then a loud, tortured groan.

His hands, still tangled in my hair, guided me while his release went on even a little longer than in our previous sessions, and he laughed just a little when I did not stop.

I laughed with him as his cock popped out of my mouth. "Apologies. Your taste is… Do all men’s releases taste like dessert?" I wiped the side of my mouth with my thumb and stretched out next to him.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Dessert?”

“Yes, you taste like something my family’s cook used to make.”

His other eyebrow raised. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “No. That is not usual. Most men taste bitter and salty.”

I hummed in disappointment.

He rested a hand on my hip and squeezed the flesh there. “Shall we take care of you now? ”

With a nod, my hands lowered to the soft curls between my thighs. Though the pulsing had lessened, the moment I touched my pussy again, it came back to life.

"What would you like me to do, and what do we say?"

“Caress my breasts..."

He spoke when I trailed off, "Caress my breasts, what?"

"Caress my breasts, please. And..." I breathed in as his fingers moved over my breasts and the peaked nipples softly, barely noticeable.

He pinched them, certainly not enough to hurt, and I groaned.

Sharp tendrils wrapped around my chest and snaked down to between my thighs, enhancing what my fingers were already doing.

"And what?"

I breathed out. He wouldn’t move until I finished my request. "And lower, please. Use your fingers on..." My words kept getting caught in my throat. I wanted to say them, but something kept me from it.

"On what?"

Oh, to hell with it.

I looked at him with half-lidded eyes and said, "On my pussy.

" I gasped as he entered me with two fingers, with his thumb out and pressing on an area just above that made my head spin.

He moved them in and out in response to my reaction to angle, intensity, and speed.

He stopped and pulled his hand back when I requested that he stop, the "please" firmly in place now.

I wanted to see his creativity. His desires. "I want you, next, to do something that you'd like to do to me, please."

He furrowed his eyebrows, as though analyzing my request, and then nodded to himself.

He moved to between my legs, lied down, and parted me to lick, tasting me.

I sighed and leaned back fully, groaning.

Only, this time, the feeling of building towards something wasn’t there.

It was pleasurable beyond measure, but… I felt something was missing.

I was confused. I don’t need a release. I need him. Part of me wondered what that meant .

Aren’t those the same thing? Shouldn’t I want a release?

I considered that they might not always be necessary.

Sometimes you just need something else.

And right then, I needed his arms around me.

"Stop. I'd like for you to lie beside me, please." When he did so, I embraced him. After a beat of him lying stiff, I grinned. "Please return the embrace."

He laughed under his breath. "Good. Now, tell me what you need." He pulled me closer, his arms encircling me tightly, but not suffocatingly so.

I buried my face into his neck and sighed. I should be frustrated, but I wasn’t. "I just need this, nothing else."

"Really?" It was both an honest question and an expression of surprise. His jaw jumped. “Only if that’s what you truly want, Nathalia. I’m more than willing, but if you’d rather not, I won’t put my pride before your needs.”

I nodded against him, the movement causing me to nuzzle his neck, and replied, "Really."

He held me and continued to hold me even when I told him that he could stop when he wished to. He ran his hand along my spine, making me groan and arch my back. "Careful. Might change my mind." I smiled at him, breaking the embrace and moving to get dressed again.

He, too, got up. "Very good. I'm even more pleased with a lesson where a mistake is made, noticed, and corrected, over one where no mistakes are made at all. It is so hard to tell in the latter case whether or not it is a coincidence, or if something was learned."

I watched him get dressed as well. Pondering, I walked over to him.

Standing a hair’s breadth away, looking up, I said, "Permission to kiss you, please?

" When he gave it, a slight change to his smile, I got up on my tip-toes to give him a soft kiss.

Afterwards, I whispered, "As promised, I have another secret for you.

" I paused before continuing, "What I said in Celestial, at the beginning of this lesson, was there are many things I could ask for. "

I heard myself and felt somewhat embarrassed.

Well, that sounded a lot better in my head.

I turned toward the door. Behind me, I heard a quiet question, "Do you want to go back now?"

I nodded and stepped forward, and when my foot touched the ground, it was outside his tent once more. The whisper that only I could hear returned, "Until next time..."