Drawn from Water

Chapter 31

Moselle

Namors fingers trail from the top of my scar on my back down to where it ends just at the base of my spine. His light touch causing me to become drowsy as I lay on his chest. I nuzzle into him and breathe in his scent as I close my eyes replaying everything from the previous night. Or I should say what we just ended a few hours ago. We made love and continued until the early morning.

I hesitated for a moment last night, not because I didn't want him. It was because I wanted him so bad that I was afraid he didn't feel the same way. But when he said that he wanted me and that he was willing to wait I knew it was right. My mother always told me that I would know when my time was the right time. It will feel effortless with the person I chose, and it did. With Namor, everything just felt right.

"How are you feeling?" He says into my hair.

"A little sore." I answer honestly because hours of love making will do that. "But other than that, I feel perfect." I say bringing my lips to his for a kiss.

I can feel him smile against my lips making me smile with him. As I pulled away, I look at him for a while. Studying the features of his face. He really is a beautiful man. I move so I'm now staddling him, my hands pressed against his chest. A low rumble comes from him as I watch his eyes trace over my naked body. His hands holding my sides as he holds me in place. I slightly roll my hips causing him to bite his botton lip.

I move my hands slowly down from his chest down to his abs making his eyes flutter closed as I stop just above his length.

"Moselle." He says low. My name coming off his lips is enough to get me excited. I trace my fingers lower causing another low moan to leave his mouth. I cant help but let out a giggle.

"Does my king want more?" I ask playfully.

His eyes shoot open so suddenly from my words, filled with nothing but lust. Before I can do anything he shoots up and his hands are in my hair as he pulls me in for a hungry kiss. His tongue clashes with mine, his mouth catching each of my moans. He releases one of his hands from my hair and with the other he tilts my head back and aggravatingly slowly he kisses down my neck, while his other hand slides over my breast and squeezes. I can feel him smiling against my skin as wetness pools between my legs.

"Such a greedy goddess." he rasps.

His grip on my hair loosens and I look down at him catching his lips with mine before I push him back on the bed so he's lying down on his back. His hands find my hips and squeezes my flesh as I look down at him.

"Is there something wrong with wanting you?" I ask him as I roll my hips against his now hard length.

He looks at me for a moment before he slowly lifts me up by my hips and then moves me down over his length. The sudden feeling of him inside me causes me to gasp loudly. My nails dig into his skin from how he stretches me wide, reveling in the bliss of how he makes me feel. My mouth parts as he rocks me against him. I meet his movements and move with his hands guiding me causing his eyes to close.

I slam down on him and Namor shoots up again wrapping his arms tightly around me as he slams up into me driving deep into my core. Low, uneven moans fill his room as we both get lost with the feeling of each other.

Each thrust into me is harder than the last and I can feel myself getting close already. I grind against him harder as sweat begins to coat our bodies. His hand trails up my back until it wraps around the nape of my neck, pulling me back so I'm looking at him.

"I am never going to get enough of you." he murmurs before nipping at the sensitive flesh of my collarbone causing my body to shake. An orgasm building low in my stomach as he continues thrusting into me, hitting that sweet spot.