Page 133 of A Whisper of Cinders

I can only nod.

“I need you to say it out loud for me, Maily.”

My name is like a prayer on his lips, so I give in. “I promise.”

He moves down, hovering above my centre, locking eyes into mine, asking for permission to continue. I’m unsure of what he will do next, but I trust him so I caress his blond waves and give a small nod. And that is all he needs.

He doesn’t move the fabric of my panties, and gently starts stroking up and down my centre first. If the sensation already is this intense with the tiniest barrier between us, I can only imagine what it will feel like when there’s nothing there.

“So fucking wet,” I hear him whisper, more to himself than to me. I’m about to apologise for it when he lowers his head, bringing his mouth right above where my need is the greatest and starts licking from my core going up, taking the fabric in his mouth as he sucks a very sensitive bundle of nerves. A moan escapes me as I throw my head back. “Dear moons,” I whisper, grasping for air as he picks up his pace.

Reading about scenes like this in a book is something, but experiencing them yourself? I understand now, understand why a woman can go mad with lust. I feel high, high on lust and arousal, one I do not want to come down from any time soon.

I grab his chin and push it up a little, placing the other hand on the thin strap of my panties and feel as he does the same on the other side. Where this confidence and lead comes from, I have absolutely no idea, but he seems to like it, based on the low rumble that comes from his chest.

Aramis’ gaze locks onto mine as he lowers himself once more. I close my eyes instinctively, an image flickers in my head of his hair, several shades paler than the golden locks he has now. The view of him is too much to bear.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous, I want to see them glow.” And so, I reopen them but a male between your thighs is quite the sight to behold, now isn’t it? “Good girl.”

His tongue pops out again and he starts doing the same movement as he did before, but this time without anything between us. I grab the sheets beneath me and instinctively close my legs. I want to ride his face, a tingling sensation creeps up from my centre.

His eyes glow, maybe mine do too, and one of his hands moves towards my stomach and presses down, holding me in place.

He wants me to hold still? While he is making me feel this? The heat that is coiling there is something I’m unfamiliar with, but it feels so good.

When his tongue finds that sensitive bundle of nerves once more and makes slow circles, I don’t think I can take it anymore.

“Aramis.” His name is a plea on my lips.

He moves up an inch, giving a wink. “I’m just making sure you’re nice and wet, gorgeous, that is all.”

Fingers replace his tongue, the movement remains the same. It feels different, but equally as pleasurable. So when he suddenly stops, I can’t suppress a groan that turns into a moan as one finger slowly enters me.

I think I might die. I need more.

And more he gives.

His finger pumps in and out and his tongue finds my clit again, circling the already so sensitive bud. His tongue and finger work in a perfect pair and eventually another finger joins and he slowly picks up his pace, fingers curling deep inside of me. My hips hitch upward into his hand.

He is my undoing.

I take his hand and pull him up to me, kissing him deeply, tasting what I can only assume is myself on his lips and tongue. His fingers don’t stop their movement, the wet sound echoing in my ears and his thumb presses down on my clit.

“Please,” I plead, and that is all he needs.

“You never have to beg for me, baby, I am all yours.”

He raises on his knees and the first thing to disappear are his trousers, his erection clearly visible through his underwear and when they are gone too, I have to restrain myself from letting my mouth fall open. That is…wow.

I know I’m taking him in, just as he did earlier, but I don’t care. I’ve seen plenty of naked women in Anima, but a man? And this one in particular? Too handsome for my own good. My hand reaches out towards his erection, unsure of what to do with it, but sure I will figure it out by going for it.

But my fingers never reach the soft skin, instead he picks up my hand and places a kiss on my knuckles.

“If you touch me right now, I won’t last a second. And I want to give you much more than that.” He pushes my legs open a little more, settling between my thighs. “Tell me if I need to stop,” he repeats once more and I nod.

Even when his need is skyrocketing, he places my needs and inexperience first. It melts my heart. He is everything I ever dreamed of, and then some.

He takes his cock in his hand and guides it towards my entrance. I feel the head nudging there and he slowly eases inside of me, giving me time to adjust, stroking up and down my legs to reassure me.