Duality

part twenty-two

His hands locked underneath her ass and lifted her up against him so the angle was slightly better. Any pain running through her body was the last thing on her mind: she focused only on him, on the both of them being together. She pulled away to breathe and he kissed his way to her suddenly heavy breasts.

He teased, running his tongue all the way around her nipple and nibbling at the underside of her breasts until her nipples hardened and ached. Eyes on her, he finally covered one of the nipples with his mouth, pinching the other between his fingers.

Again, she let out a frustrated sound that she had to keep her arms behind her back.

Making matters worse, he only chuckled at her predicament. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, laving with his tongue, which stole any caustic response she might have given. He switched sides, giving each nipple equal attention.

He dropped to his knees, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her stomach. The flowers withered away, and he placed a kiss to her actual skin.

While he looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, his hands had tightened around their safe place on her unharmed sides. He seemed reluctant to go further, where she knew the scars on the back of her legs began.

"How far did you plan on taking this?" he asked against her skin.

Another time she might have thought she'd teased him too far, with the bulge visible in his pants and his eyes watching her intensely. She faltered, unsure herself. To truly be connected to him, they'd have to... have sex. Her blush must have revealed her thoughts, because he smiled and pressed another kiss into her hip.

"Not tonight, moonlight." The heat coursing through her cooled at his rejection, and she attempted to step out of his arms. "No matter how gentle I was, your legs..." He shook his head.

"They don't hurt now," she pointed out.

He stood, further dousing her plan. "Call me overly protective, but I want you fully healed before anything like that." Briefly Mila wondered if this was because she looked so terrible right now, or if he would have really gone through with it otherwise.

What if he didn't want to have sex with her?

Nervously, she sank to her knees. He thought she'd fallen and gripped her shoulder. The second she placed her mouth on top of his bulge, through his pants, his fingers dug into her skin.

He made no move to take things further, and she knew licking at the bulge through his pants wouldn't be enough. Without thinking, she moved her hands, fumbling with the strings. The leather was hard to get a hold of without her skin, but eventually, she did.

Anna had explained—in explicit detail—what a male would look like between his legs, but she hadn't covered exactly how angry a cock would look. Flushed bright red, punching straight up toward his stomach, the head weeping. She'd never seen one this close, but already, she pictured the things she wanted to do to it.

"Hands behind your back," Ashton murmured.

She didn't feel quite as crippled when he said it like that, hunger in his voice. She licked her dry lips and leaned in, aiming for the vein running along—

"Are your legs hurting?"

She glared at him with all the anger she felt at being interrupted. His hands on her shoulders had started to lift, bringing her up as well, as though to take some of her weight off. With how she kneeled, her skin really touched nothing but air.

Instead of responding verbally, she chose to continue where she'd left off before being rudely interrupted. She tongued the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft. From the corners of her eyes she watched Ashton's legs tense in response. Curious, Mila placed her mouth on his shaft, tasting him. Very... male.