my clit and I gasped, my head dropping back against the edge of the bath as he started rubbing and teasing me. I may not have remembered having sex before, but my body did and I followed my instincts as he drove me wild.
His other hand squeezed my breast and his thumb started up a tormenting rhythm against my nipple in perfect time with the strokes of his fingers between my thighs.
I moaned as pleasure skittered through me and I forgot everything, all the darkness in the world drifting away until there was just us and the rush of light blazing through my body. His fingers moved lower between my legs and he hummed his appreciation as he found my hot centre ready and desperate for him. He pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped, my back arching again so my body bucked out of the water. He started pumping them in and out and my muscles tightened around him as he laid claim to me. His forehead pressed to mine as he leaned over me and the brush of his hard length against my thigh had me aching for more.
He panted as hard as I did as he brought my flesh to life with every movement of his hand. I was suddenly burning hot as I clutched his shoulders and my hips rose to meet every movement he made. He curled his fingers inside me and I cried out as he rubbed the perfect spot, making me writhe and gasp as he brought me to the edge of oblivion. And this was the kind which I'd happily throw myself into, it wasn’t a place to hide or crawl into, it was a place where I could ascend, a place to be seen and known and desired. Every touch told me how much he wanted that, how much he thought I was worth. And no one in my brief and painful awareness of my existence had cared enough to see me as a girl with something to offer outside of codes and screams and blood.
He lowered his hands from my breast and when his fingers met my clit and pinched, every part of me fell to ruin. I was crying out, moaning and clutching onto him as I rode out wave after wave of ecstasy, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my skull as he continued to pump his hand inside me. When it finished, I was no longer made of anything solid, my muscles weak and my body limp. I was still full of light, full to the brim, full for once in my life. I’d never even known I could feel pleasure like that, all I could remember was pain. Every touch in my memory was cruel and spiteful except from Nicoli. He was the only good thing I knew, and the only one I wanted to know.
He grinned darkly at me, kissing the corner of my mouth and I leaned into it, taking more and more. I slid my arms around him and the freedom I felt there was something I wanted to bottle and keep. But I wasn't done. I needed more than just his hands. I wanted to experience all of him.
I pushed him back and he moved away immediately, dropping down on the other side of the tub with his jaw tight. I could see his desire for me burning from the depths of his eyes and if he thought I wanted space between us, he was seriously deluded.
I moved forward, climbing over him and resting my knees either side of him, feeling his hardened length butting between my thighs. He stared up at me and I gave him a look that told him exactly what I wanted, then I reached between us, taking his solid shaft into my grip and gliding my hand up and down the smooth length of it. He hissed between his teeth, his hands falling to my hips and gripping firmly as I tightened my grip around him. Then I lifted my body and guided him to my entrance, a quiver running through me as I held his gaze, drinking in the longing in his expression.
"You beautiful, perfect thing," he growled then pushed me down onto him and I cried out as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside me. Inch by glorious inch, he filled me up and I braced my hands on his shoulders as I adjusted to the incredible feeling of him possessing