Page 153 of I Will Mend You
His dirty talk ignites a fire within my libido, burning through the lingering fear. Heat builds in my core, and my pussy becomes slick with arousal. My nipples tighten. My breath shallows. Without meaning to, my body scoots toward him across the mattress.
“Xero,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
His gaze remains on mine as he quickens his strokes around his cock. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I moan, my voice barely audible. “I want you touching me, too.”
“Stroke that pretty pussy. Make it purr,” he commands, his voice a throaty growl.
Pleasant shivers run between my legs, making my clit ache. As I part my thighs, he leans in to take a closer look. I slide a finger between my swollen lips, and we both moan.
“Good girl. Are you wet for me?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Xero’s gaze never leaves mine. The muscles in his arm flex and contract with each motion and his breaths grow heavier, matching the rhythm of his hand.
I mirror his strokes, exploring my wetness, my fingers running down from my clit to my soaking entrance.
The air between us buzzes with tension, and every sense heightens. The room fades away, leaving only the two of us, locked in this bubble of pleasure. But it’s not enough. We’re too far apart. The space between us on the mattress feels like a chasm.
Xero’s lips part with a low moan that I feel as a caress against my skin. As it increases in volume, the sound sends a jolt of longing straight to my core.
“I want my tongue on your pussy, tasting you, making you scream my name. Would you like that, little ghost?”
“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes.”
Drifting closer, he presses his lips on the tip of my shoulder, igniting an explosion of sparks. “More?”
“Please.”
His lips trail down toward the swell of my breast, searing my skin with a path of desire. Every stroke of his tongue sends electric jolts to my needy clit.
He doesn’t touch me with his fingers—just his mouth. I scoot closer until the hand stroking his cock bumps against my thigh. The muscles of my pussy clamp around nothing, needing his fingers.
“I’ve never wanted anyone—anything—as much as I want you,” he says before sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.
Sensation hits my solar plexus with an intensity that draws out a strangled gasp. Xero’s tongue swirls around my hardened nipple before sucking with a pressure that makes me jerk against his larger body.
This contact earns me a pleased growl. I grab onto his hair, pulling him closer, wanting him to never let go.
His tongue continues to tease and torment my sensitive peak until every nerve feels like it’s been set alight. My hips grind against the mattress, desperate for more contact. I arch into histouch, a pleading whimper escaping my lips as he continues to lavish my body with his tongue.
When Xero’s mouth leaves my nipple with a soft pop, I want to scream. But then his lips trail downward, each touch igniting waves of ecstasy.
“Tell me what you need, little ghost,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Your mouth,” I say between ragged breaths. “On my pussy.”
His lips move lower, down my belly, pausing to swirl his tongue around its button, and then further down to my pubes. He kisses, nips, sucks, and teases my skin, making me roll on my back and pant for more.
When his hot breath grazes my pussy, my hips buck on instinct, seeking more of his touch. The tip of his tongue teases at my slit, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My body trembles, my mind consumed by overwhelming need. Every nerve catches fire, consumed by the raw desire for his next move.
“Come undone for me, little ghost. Fill my ears with the sound of your pleasure.”
His nose bumps against my clit, and I cry out. “Xero!”
The vibrations of his chuckle against my wet folds hit me with a fresh wave of arousal, and I shiver. Then his tongue dips between my folds and swirls around my clit.