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She lifts her hips to help me, allowing me to ease the garment down.
Settling between her legs, I lower my mouth to her stomach, kissing my way towards the thick scars that wind along her left thigh. I follow their twisted course with wet kisses, occasionally catching the skin between my teeth with the gentlest pressure.
When she hisses through her teeth, I smile against her thigh and kiss the same place again, taking rather more pleasure than I ought in the little shiver that follows. Her hand tightens at the back of my head, and I turn my face to kiss her palm before returning to the old scars.
There is not an inch of her I would willingly neglect.
A soft patch of dark curls rests between her thighs, and I lean forward to press a kiss against the warm skin just above them, then another below her navel. Then I work my way lower, parting the curls with my tongue, and lick slowly through the wetness already gathered at her cunt. She cries out, hips bucking helplessly against my face. Her taste is salt and heat, sharper than I expected, and I take my time, tracing the folds before finding the swollen peak at the top and circling it with the flat of my tongue.
I pull back just long enough to spit onto her cunt and spread her open with my thumbs before pressing my mouth against her again. I work my tongue deeper, licking into the tight heat of her as she grinds down with a broken sound that goes straight through my chest. Her wetness spills over my chin in a hot, steady slide, but I keep her spread and lick her in long, unhurried strokes, my tongue plunging into her before dragging up to circle the swollen peak, until her thighs begin to tremble hard against my ears and her fingers curl tight in my hair.
“Iscairn—”
My name breaks upon her tongue, and I answer by sealing my mouth over her, sucking gently as her hips begin to rock without rhythm. I follow every restless shift, every involuntary jerk, holding her open as she trembles beneath me. Her fingers tighten, and I remain close as she comes apart, her body shuddering through the last of it. Only when she begins to relax do I ease back, pressing one final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh before making my way up her body.
She reaches up, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, and brushes her thumb across my damp chin before curling her fingers around the back of my neck. Her tongue moves slowly over my lips, and I lean into her kiss, one hand settling against her cheek.
“Can I touch you?” she whispers.
It is one thing to touch her, to kiss her and take such pleasure in learning every little thing that makes her sigh. It is quite another to have her looking at me with such open affection, wanting to do the same in return. I cannot remember the last time somebody touched me like this. Certainly not in the past century, and perhaps not in the one before that. Even my own body has held little interest for me in all those years, and whatever pleasures I once sought have faded along with so much else of my former life.
Yet here she is, asking so sweetly, and I want her touch with an eagerness that leaves me almost embarrassed.
I manage a small nod, and with it comes the familiar sensation of the black membranes sliding across my eyes.
Her expression softens as she brushes her thumb along my cheek. “Oh, there you are again,” she whispers, smiling before leaning up to kiss me.
Her fingers close around my cock, warm and tentative at first, before she begins moving her hand slowly from base to tip. The second stroke is firmer, enough to make my hips jerk towards her, and when a bead of precum gathers at the head, she catches it beneath her thumb and spreads it over me. The wet sound of her hand fills the quiet room, each movement pulling another rough breath from my chest as my stomach tenses beneath her wrist.
Then a thread of soulglimmer slips from her palm, sinking into me in a rush of warmth so sudden that my arms nearly give beneath me. She continues at the same unhurried pace, turning her wrist slightly with each stroke, and the combination sends a shudder through my entire body.
“Oh—you—”
She smiles and keeps her hand moving even as she guides me lower, stroking me until the head of my cock presses against her cunt.
“Please,” she whispers.
I sink into her slowly, where she’s still slick from my mouth and yielding so readily that the tight heat nearly undoes me. The warmth of her earlier touch hums beneath my skin as I brace my trembling arms against the mattress and press my forehead to hers, scarcely able to hold still. Then she whimpers and rolls her hips to take me deeper, and my composure crumbles to ash.
I move with her, drawing back before pressing into her again, letting a thread of soulglimmer flow between us. She gasps and arches beneath me, clenching around my cock as her own glimmer answers in a bright, wonderful surge that sends a shiver up my spine.
“Ophelia—”
She meets my next, slower thrust, her thighs tightening around my hips as her nails dig into my shoulders. I shift my weight to slip an arm beneath her good knee.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I rasp, drawing it higher.
The change in angle brings a startled cry from her, but she only pulls me closer, her blackened fingers sliding down my sweat-damp back and catching against the old scars. I lower my mouth to her throat, kissing the salt-damp skin as I move against her again, and she moans into my hair, her hands tightening against me.
When I draw back until only the head of my cock remains inside her, she gives a frustrated little sound and hooks her heels around me, trying to pull me closer again. I oblige with one long, slow thrust that sends the blue light flaring between us, and she moans against my mouth as I settle into a deeper rhythm, bracing one hand beside her head while the other holds her hip. The wet sound of our bodies fills the quiet room, mingling with her breathless moans as her thighs begin to tremble.
“Christ—” she grits out. “Oh, Christ.”
My hand slides from her hip across the sweat-slick skin of her stomach to cup her breast, and she arches into my palm as I roll its soft weight between my fingers. A gentle pinch draws a sharp, helpless sound from her, so I repeat it more slowly before bending to take the other breast into my mouth, circling the nipple with my tongue and sucking gently. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I keep thrusting, shallow and steady, until she is trembling beneath me.
Releasing her breast, I slip my hand down between us and find her swollen clit, circling the slick, sensitive flesh with my thumb in time with the slow roll of my hips. She moans and writhes as I gradually increase the pressure, rubbing in tighter circles while each thrust grinds her against my hand. Her cunt clenches hard around me, and when another pulse of soulglimmer flows through my fingertips, she bucks beneath me, thighs shaking as a ragged moan spills against my throat.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Iscairn—”
