Nephele
We arrive back at the treehouse in inefficient steps, stopping every five feet to share a kiss. I only had a single glass of wine tonight, but I can feel myself getting drunk off the affection as we stumble into his bedroom.
I freeze in the doorway at what I see when we enter, him slowing behind me, gently gripping my hips as I take his handiwork in.
The comforter was smattered in lavender cloves and marigold flowers, perfuming the air in their floral scent, complimented by what seems to be vanilla. It's then I realize that all across the room, white sticks of wax burn at Eris' command.
I didn't expect flower pedals and vanilla scented candles, I had told him only yesterday.
"This doesn't mean I expect anything from you," he murmurs, kissing my cheek. "Say the word, and this all disappears and we can do anything else tonight."
I'm not sure I'm breathing, excitement seizing me in seemingly equal measure with the anxiety.
"You're in charge," he kisses down my throat. "It's anything you want tonight."
"Anything?" I murmur, my eyes fluttering shut, my stomach twisting in nerves.
"Anything you want from me," he replies softly, his fingers tightening across my abdomen. "It's all yours from now on."
I shiver, want dragging down my body. No, not want. The feeling closer resembled need. "I need you," I reply hazily, turning so I can meet his gaze. "I can't wait any longer. I need you, Eris."
"Thank the cauldron," he mutters under his breath, smiling as he slides his fingers down my waist. "I'm not sure if I could've made myself wait any longer."
I love him for saying that, for cracking a joke when I'm also obviously nervous, for making me smile. I rake my fingers through his hair, needing to feel him, needing him closer, giving him a tug to my lips.
He complies, kissing me with profound gentleness. I sigh into his mouth arching my back beneath his touch as my hands slide down his shirt, fumbling with his buttons. My fingers are shaky, but I manage to get his shirt off, him tossing it across the room as we back even closer to the bed.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he murmurs in between kisses, his mouth pulling and tugging at mine. No part of me wants him to stop. No, if anything, my confliction lies in what bit of me that would be content to revel in this divine gentleness for the rest of my days and the bit that wishes he'd go on and fuck me already.
I nod warmly as his mouth slides to my jaw, his fingers sliding to the buttons of my dress. He takes his care with the fastenings giving me all the time in the world to push him away, but my mind is set. I let the dress slip off of my body and back off of him, laying against the pillows.
I feel the tickle of the flowers, the intermingle of their scents as he looks me over, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" He looks me up and down again, my matching set of white lace, sickeningly symbolic. In my defense, I had no idea this was going to happen tonight.
"What?" I shrug sheepishly. "I wanted to make you feel real guilty about it."
He smirks, finally walking towards the bed, crawling on top of me. "I never feel guilty, Sweetheart. Especially about doing things I love," he tilts his head, running a teasing finger across the hem of my panties. My back arches of his volition, my thighs feeling a bit restless with him kneeled between them. "I would say this applies."
I reach up to his abdomen impatiently, deciding that his teasing is entirely unfair. Deciding he needs a taste of his own medicine. "So chatty now," I taunt, unbuckling his belt slowly. I can already see him straining against the black fabric of his slacks, begging to break free. "You nervous?"
He laughs incredulously. "Of course I'm nervous," he rolls his eyes. "I want to impress you."
I raise a brow, an incredulous laugh dusting my lips too. "You're worried about impressing me?" I've never had sex before, and he's had it more times than I can count in his centuries of life. He has nothing to live up to, and I have everything-
Suddenly, I shift with nerves that sink in my stomach. What if I don't know what the hell I'm doing? I have no moves, no experience, no confidence.
"Yeah," he answers, a wry grin as he bends down to press a soothing kiss to my throat. "You're special, important. Of course, I want to impress you."
My ribs ache from the bump of my heart, heat flaring into my lungs as I breathe him in, as his kiss slides down my throat. I'm so in love with him my body aches for every second we aren't joined, for every intimate inch between us.
A second later, I realize his name falls from my lips, a desperate, pleading breath, my eyes rolling back a bit as his fingers brush over my panties, snapping the waistband against my skin teasingly. Taking that as his cue, he slides my underwear down my thighs with fleeting fingers as he stares between my legs, tossing the lace over his shoulder absently, entrancedly.
His fingers skim down my thigh, curling around my ankle to slide my foot up the sheets, bending my knee so that he can properly spread my thighs. He leans between them, pressing a feathering kiss to my sensitivity, his hair tickling my hips. I anchor my fingers in his hair as he slowly begins to kiss up my body.
He reaches between the arch of my spine and the bed, unclasping the bralette with more precision than even I could have on myself. I swear under my breath, drawing his lips to mine as he pulls my bra off, exposing my breasts to the chill of the room. They don't pucker for long, him breaking from my lips to take one in my mouth.
I sigh out, my fingers fisting in the sheets as he sucks on my sensitive skin. I've never felt want like this, my heartbeat held between his lips pulsing at an ever-increasing rate as my hands fumble to the button of his pants. He smiles, helping me when my hands shake, slipping his pants down his thighs.
I lick my lips. When I look at him like this... when I look at him naked before me, all I feel is hunger, deep and demanding in my gut. Even if I'm not quite sure how I can fit all of him into me, the hard length and pull of him as he carelessly slides his fingers over his erection, his other hand reaching to cradle my face.
"You're sure?" He murmurs, leaning so close that I can only see the sincere concern sparkling in his amber eyes. I swallow, covering his hand in mine as I nod.
"I need you," I murmur, kissing his palm. He smiles, kissing me as if we were fully clothed, as if he were content to keep himself innocent with me until the end of time. He seems to remember himself when his erection grazes my thigh.
"This might hurt for a second," he murmurs into my lips. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay Sweetheart?"
I nod, running my anxious hands down his body, letting him know that I will be okay. I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, but his gaze never leaves mine, even as he slowly pushes into me.
It's how I imagine it is supposed to be to feel him inside me, though a brief gasp leaves me in response to his size, how it feels to be so full. But he enters without any resistance from me, my body so slick and wet from the buildup that he insured himself. "Okay?" He murmurs, kissing my jaw as I unclench it, settling into the slight pain, the scrunch of my eyes as I nod.
"Yes," I pant. "Keep going."
He slides out of me, swearing under his breath. "Fuck, you're tight," he murmurs.
I give him a weak smile. "It's my understanding that that's a good thing," I tease wryly.
"You need to relax," he replies softly, sweeping my hair out of my face. "Or else it's going to hurt."
I nod, trusting that he knows what he's doing as he kisses me, the tension in my body slowly dissolving as he slides back in. A quiet moan escapes me, my nails digging into his back as he kisses my collarbone, nipping and biting at my sensitive skin.
It starts to hurt less, replaced by that good familiar throb as his strokes speed up, deepen. "Move your hips with me," he whispers, gripping the outside of my hips, rocking them forward. "Do what makes you feel good."
Hastily, I listen, pulling and dragging my hips to meet his ever stroke, following the pulse of my body as it lurches to meet his. He's right. It does feel good. Better than good, actually. "Fuck, Neph," he murmurs, his eyes rolling back a bit. "Just like that."
The praise could finish me, but I'm determined to make this last longer, even as my own pleasure builds. He pins my hands above my head then- which certainly doesn't help with my cresting finish. And as his fingers thread through mine, as he gazes into my eyes, a slick grin on his lips, I could kill him for knowing exactly how to get me.
I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut to slow myself, even as I have completely lost control over my hips. He pounds into me hard now, each stroke intentional and well aimed, warmth spreading through my whole body.
I'm not invincible to it, as much as I wish I was. I finish not even seconds later, my back arching off the bed as I swing my face into the pillow, silently screaming his name. He finishes a breath after, the competitive bastard. Losing never felt so victorious.
In fact, I've never felt relief like this, the sweetness filling my body as I slowly turn to where he has laid beside me, blinking up at the ceiling, as if he were surprised. His attention slowly slides to me, his lips still parted with soft shock as he kisses me, slowly, tenderly.
I don't have a tender-loving bone in my body. Yeah fucking right.
Still, I giggle as he kisses me, rolling on top of him. "Does it always feel like that?" I murmur onto his lips happily, in utter shock with the euphoria pulsing through my body as I kiss him again.
He shakes his head in disbelief as we kiss, pulling away a breath. "It never feels like that," he whispers, kissing me again.
A N: sorry it took me so long to download these two chapters. I was feeling uninspired but I needed this chapter in particular to be good, so I took a break. Hope y'all liked!