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Kissing him is the most divine experience I've ever had in my life. His lips are soft and plump. I let out a soft moan, and he deepens the kiss, sliding his hand from my stomach up slowly. He savors the moment when he touches between my tits, at my collarbone, and my neck.
I kiss him back, matching his momentum. I feel his tongue pushing against my lips. Parting them slightly, I allow him access. Our tongues tangle in a dance that only we know the steps to. His taste is intoxicating, and even though we haven't had any, he tastes like mint and berries. I know I’ll never be the same. I’ll never find something as perfect as this moment.
He pulls back just enough to talk, "I need verbal permission, Nova." Tyr says my name like it’s a command. His voice brings comfort to my ears. Asking permission is the best thing a man could do.
"Yes, more. I want more, Tyr. Make me forget. Please." I all but beg.
Taking his hand from my cheek, he rests it on my ribs. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin, giving me goosebumps. He touches his lips back to my own and continues our kiss.
He slides his fingers gracefully down my body, and across my lower abdomen until he reaches my bare cunt. He slowly parts me and grazes my clit ever so softly with the tips of his fingers. Moaning quietly, I arch my back. I’ve never felt so glorified. I've never had someone touch me down there until Tyr did while he was shaving me. This is a new experience.
I don’t know if I should cry or be happy. At least he’s trying to make me forget, but at the same time, I don’t want to forget these first moments.
Deepening the kiss again, he puts more effort forth with his fingers. I feel hot and cold, the pressure inside me building. I break the kiss, gasping for air. He traps my right leg with his, not allowing me to close the space between my thighs as I shift my body.
"Fuck, don't stop, Tyr," I murmur quietly, focused on his touch. I use a hand to grab the back of his neck and pull my forehead to his, our breathing in tandem. I’m now squirming beside him, getting more and more turned on.
"Come for me, Nova. Come on my fingers," he growls. He moves his hand away from my clit quickly and dips his fingers into me. Using his first two fingers, he slips them inside me, using the palm of his hand to continue stimulating my clit. He quickens his pace, touching a spot inside me that allows me to crest over the wave. "That's it, my love. Just like that."
"Oh, fuck!" I try to be quiet, but I know it isn't working. I orgasm so hard that I see stars. He moves his fingers inside me just enough, keeping the friction inside my body while I travel on the road of bliss to the end.
Removing his hand, he brings it to his lips. His fingers are slick, the evidence of my arousal glistening as he pops them in his mouth and groans. It’s the best sound I've ever heard.
"Perfect. You are perfect, Nova." Tyr grabs my chin and kisses me once more. I taste myself on his tongue, something inside me begs for more, but he cuddles up to me instead. He grabs the blanket that managed to fall at our feet and covers us up. "Close your eyes and sleep with me. We have the entire night."
Closing my eyes and finally steadying my breathing, I feel his hardness pressed against me. I want to give him the same release, but I’m too tired. I snuggle closer and find sleep easily.
Four Pills
Nova is exquisite.
As I use my fingers to bring her to orgasm, I watch her facial expressions. Pure euphoria falls over her features as she comes. It is beautiful.
She tangles her body with mine on her bed as she catches her breath from the orgasm. It’s the most sensual thing I've ever witnessed. Her body reacts exactly the way I’ve imagined it would.
She’s going to be the death of me. From her tiny mewls, those innocent moans, and her dripping wet cunt on my fingers- I’m fucking addicted.
My cock throbs with the need for attention, but I don't want to touch myself while next to her. She’s experienced enough for one night. I can wait until I’m back in my own room. Nova coming all over my fingers and squirming with desire will spark my thoughts for endless nights in the future.
After cuddling until she enters a deep sleep, I scoot out of her bed. It’s warm and I don't want to leave her, but I have other places to be. Caleb and I need to have a discussion about Roger.
"Yeah, he's passed out in the dining room. He's laying half on the table, but he's out like a light." Caleb and I are sitting on the roof. It may not be the safest place to discuss things, but at least Roger isn't around and there’s no cameras up here.
"I figured that he would’ve made it to his bedroom, but I guess I was wrong. How many of those things did you give him?" I ask, staring at the stars.
"Well, I normally see him take four pills, so I doubled that. We will find out how long it takes them to wear off and if he finds out."
"What are we going to do about him?" I glance over, noticing that Caleb is thinking hard while picking at his nails.
"I have a thought, but it's probably gonna get messy."
Punishments
The months following our bedroom adventure are as normal as they can be. Wake up, eat toast or oats, and go to work. It’s monotonous, yet somehow tiresome.
Tyr and the others have told me how bad the bags under my eyes have been, but there isn’t anything I can do about them. I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically. How I would love to crawl into my bed at home and fall into a dreamless state of unconsciousness.
Tyr brushes the hair from my shoulder or touches our pinky fingers together when we stand close. He has been making these little gestures more and more often. A couple of nights a week, he sneaks into my room and crawls into bed with me. The feeling of finding someone who understands what I’m going through is serene. It’s the eye of the tumultuous storm surrounding us.
