Page 53 of What Lies Beyond the Realms

“Your fingers look like prunes. Are you ready to go up to bed?”

“Yes, I think so, although I’m not looking forward to running across the bridge again.”

“Lucky for you I can help with that.”

Nyx channels us to the bedroom, and we’re immediately dry and warm. I’m still wrapped around him, and he carries me to the bed, pulling the comforter back and laying me down. I sink into the down blankets and revel in the soft white sheets. Nyx crawls into bed next to me, pulling me close to him. I turn onto my side to face him and look up, finding his eyes on me. He’s seemed tense all night, and I wonder what might be bothering him, but I don’t want to ask. Instead I kiss him.

I press my lips against his, savoring the taste of his mouth as our bodies entwine. The sensation of his bare skin against mine is electric, and I can feel his hardness against me. It's all I can think about, the desire to feel him inside of me. But a part of me is scared, scared of what this means, scared of moving too fast and ruining everything. I want to make him feel good, but I'm not sure if I'm capable, especially after all the other women he's been with. Despite my doubts, I try to relax and let myself take control. I push him gently onto his back, never breaking our embrace as I straddle him.

As I explore his body with my lips, his hands gently caress every inch of me. I can feel his fingers tracing along my lower back and squeezing my ass. I pull away from his mouth, kissing my way down his chest and across his collarbone then down his stomach. I pause just below his belly button, looking up at him with anticipation. His eyes are locked on mine, and I can see the lust burning within them. I take a deep breath and run my tongue along his waist, tracing the muscles there.

With one hand, I slowly stroke him from the base of his cock to the tip, savoring every inch of his length. A small bead of liquid gathers at the top, and I use my tongue to taste his salty pleasure. I let my tongue dance around the head of his cock, savoring the sensation of his skin against my lips. As I stroke him with my hand, I look up at him again and see the intensity in his gaze. I meet his stare and take him into my mouth, sucking hard as I explore every inch of him.

“Fuck, Lyra,” comes out in a strangled whisper.

I suck, moving my mouth up and down, twirling my tongue around the tip and lightly massaging his balls with my hand. I pull away for a moment.

“Am I doing it right?” I ask, wanting to be sure it's what he likes.

“You couldn’t do it wrong,” he says, and I move my mouth over him again. This time he tangles his hands in my hair and gently guides me up and down while I suck him. Each time I go down I try to take him further into my mouth, gagging when the tip hits the back of my throat. I suck him harder and faster, letting his hands set the pace.

“Lyra, I’m going to come,” he says, releasing my head, but I don’t stop. I want to taste him. I want to feel his release. I twirl my tongue and suck until I feel him twitch in my mouth, and I swallow his warm pleasure. I lick him clean then relax next to him on my back, feeling proud of myself for making him come.

“Gods, I don’t deserve you,” Nyx says, rolling onto his side to face me.

I just smile at him, but then he pulls the covers back, exposing my body. I don’t know why I feel self-conscious when his eyes linger over me slowly. He’s seen me naked before. He kneels down between my legs, pushing them apart. Panic shoots through my chest like a thousand needle pricks.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I plead, trying to stop his face before he drops down any lower.

“I want to pleasure you. I let you taste me. Now it's my turn,” he says, and my stomach knots.

“I’ve never…I mean, no one has ever gone down there like that before. I don’t know,” I mutter, tongue-tied.

Nyx whispers hotly against my skin, “Relax. It'll feel good. Just lie back and let me taste you.” I try to comply, but my body is taut with anticipation. Nyx leans over me, his lips placing feather-light kisses along the inside of my thigh. The scratch of his stubble sends shivers down my spine. As he slowly spreads my lips with his tongue, I can't help but squirm. He steadies me with his arms, spreading me and pulling me closer to him.

His tongue finds its way inside me, causing me to gasp at the sensation. He trails his tongue back up to the bundle of nerves at my center and sucks gently, his tongue moving in tantalizing circles around my nub of flesh while he slips a finger inside me. My fingers fumble to grip the sheets beneath me, my body writhing beneath his touch.

“So wet for me, Lyra,” Nyx murmurs. He pulls his finger all the way out and then pushes two back inside me, eliciting another moan from my mouth. He starts to move his fingers faster and deeper, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

As he fills and stretches me with his fingers, his tongue never stops, exploring every inch of me until it feels like I'm going to burst. “I want you to come for me, Lyra,” he says, his words almost undoing me. “I want to taste you.”

My heart is racing against my chest, my breathing quickening as I arch my back, consumed with pleasure. Nyx keeps licking and sucking, his tongue never relenting, until I finally find release, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. He keeps licking me and thrusting inside of me, prolonging my pleasure until my breathing slows and my legs stop trembling. Only then does he slowly pull out his fingers, licking them clean, and pull the blankets back over us.

“So sweet you are, Lyra,” he says, licking his lips and pulling me close. My body feels spent, like jelly, and I revel in the warmth of his embrace.

“Gods, I really don't deserve you,” Nyx sighs, wrapping his arms around me.

“Stop saying that,” I reply, running my fingers across his arm. “You do deserve me. You're a good man, Onyx. You're the only man to ever treat me like I matter.”

“Well, that makes me want to kill all the men in your life,” he says, squeezing me a little tighter. I turn to face him.

“I've never felt this way before,” I admit.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“I dunno. It's silly... I know I haven't known you for very long, but it feels like I've known you forever.”

“I know what you mean,” he says, his eyes intense. “I only just got you in my bed, but I already cannot bear the thought of another man touching you. I don't ever want to let you go.” The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through me, turning me on even more.