Page 33 of Lilacs and Leather
Her face screws up in pain, and she clutches at her stomach, the sheet falling open as she lets go. One of her legs curls toward her chest, and I suck in a breath. My eyes drink in the expanse of her olive skin, catching on another angry red scar on her stomach. I can see the twin crescent-shaped lines of a bite, deep and puckered as if from stitches. There are also a few thin scars along the tops of her thighs, four short parallel lines on each. I can feel her eyes on me, and I swallow back against the anger clogging my throat.
I lean forward and kiss each patch of lines on her thighs. Her breath catches at the brush of my lips, back bowing sharply. Her skin smells like flowers and rain, making me lightheaded as the blood rushes to my cock at the first taste of her. I press a kiss to the stretch marks near her luscious hips, the angry red scar below her breasts, above her heart, one damp cheek and then the other. The salt of her tears tempers the burning in my chest, softening my instincts to take instead of give. I pull away, and her eyes are distant, and her lower lip is trembling. I trace along the plump line with the tip of a finger, continuing along her jaw until I’m cupping one side of her face in my hand.
“Beautiful,” I breathe reverently, lowering my lips to capture her mouth.
Her arms wrap around my neck, my own slipping under her ribcage, and hold her bare breasts against me, reveling in the feel of my fingers against her skin, the movement of her lips against mine. Our kiss is a perfect dance, and we move together on instinct alone. She bends when I push but doesn’t surrender entirely. I catch her lower lip between my teeth, and her little moan makes my cock twitch. I slip my tongue into her mouth, her taste making me dizzy with want. Floral and sweet, honey and vanilla flooding my taste buds and making me twitch in my pants. I pull away, kissing down her jaw to her neck.
“Rhett, please,” she begs, arching in my arms, hips shifting against me.
“Please, what, little one?” I whisper, nipping gently at the tender flesh of her throat.
“I need you,” Lydia moans, trying to untangle herself from my grasp.
I growl, and she stills, panting. I trail my lips along her shoulder, kissing as I go. Her hardened nipples rub against the fabric of my shirt, and Lydia lets out one of those omega whines that draws my attention to her.
“I need you, please,” she pants, her hands bunched in the fabric of my shirt.
I pull away long enough to rip off my shirt and throw it across the room, and I let out a satisfied groan at the feel of her skin against mine. She’s warm, and soft, and absolutely perfect. I press more kisses to her neck and shoulders, having to hold back my urge to bite and mark her everywhere I touch. I breathe in her scent again, purring as I exhale. Her kitten claws try to scratch at my back, but I spend another moment just basking in the feel of her in my arms. Lydia’s hips buck against me, trying to seek any form of relief.
“So perfect, little one. You smell good enough to eat. I wonder if you’ll taste as delicious,” I whisper, peppering kisses across her collarbones and down her chest.
Lydia moans, her head thrown back. I can’t help my smirk at her reaction even as the sound makes my cock pulse, and it’s almost impossibly hard now. She breathes out sharply, my name a prayer on her lips, her hand coming up to tangle in my hair. I can feel her trying to push my mouth against her, but it lacks any actual strength.
“Do you like it when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” I question lightly.
“Yes,” she gasps.
Chuckling, I turn my attention to her breasts. I lay open-mouthed kisses over the flesh, circling closer and closer to the center, allowing my facial hair to brush against her. She nearly sobs with relief when I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around in tightening circles before biting gently. Her cries of pleasure are the sweetest sounds, making that primal part of my mind preen in satisfaction. I have to hold her down with one hand at her hip to keep her from falling off the narrow couch, my other hand rolling her other nipple between my fingers. She’s so responsive to my touch, and each little whine and whimper adds fuel to my desire. I pull away, momentarily captivated by her face, eyes shut tight as she rides the waves of pleasure. She’s biting her lip, holding back her cries. I growl and lean back down, switching to her other breast. Another high groan escapes from her as I bite a little harder on her sensitive nipple.
“That’s it now. Let me hear you,” I encourage, switching breasts again. “I could spend a lifetime with my mouth on your breasts, and it wouldn’t be enough. Would you let me fuck them one day?” I ask, nipping and sucking at her tender flesh.
“Oh, God, please,” Lydia moans, high and desperate.
“Are you already so close to coming, little one? Just with my mouth on your perfect breasts?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.” Her voice is louder, face pulled tight.
“Or is it my voice, telling you how I want to coat your chest in my cum, marking you, so you’ll carry my scent for days? How I want to see how much your sensitive nipples can take?”
I move my other hand from her hip, gripping one breast in each hand, kneading her soft flesh. I feel the sweat beading on my skin, sliding down my back as Lydia’s body writhes below me. I growl a deep, approving rumble in my chest, feeling how my mouth pulls in a snarling smile. Her breaths are coming harder and faster now, and I can’t hold back. I lean down and clamp my teeth over the swell of her breast above her right nipple, biting hard enough for her to feel it, but not enough to break the skin. Lydia’s shoulders nearly come off the couch, and I feel a rush of her slick dampen to cushion below her. The fresh flood of her honey and rain scent has me leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, and I can feel it soaking through my boxers.
I ignore the throbbing between my legs, not wanting to give Lydia time to recover. She needs more, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I lick the hurt away from my bite mark and move my way down her stomach, forcing her legs apart with my shoulders. I loop my arms under her thighs and shift her hips to a better angle. The sudden jerk of movement makes Lydia gasp, and I can’t help but purr a little. I trail wet kisses up the insides of each of her thighs, breathing her scent deep. She’s sweet, the honey and vanilla stronger at its source. I can taste her essence on her skin, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I use my hands to spread her slightly, exposing her glistening sex to the cool air. I can see her still fluttering muscles coming down from her release, and I growl appreciatively before leaning in.
I barely hear her groan as the taste of her explodes on my tongue. The honey and vanilla combine with the cool rain to create my perfect poison. I can smell the lilacs and lavender of her skin, and I get lost as I delve my tongue as deep as I can, needing every drop. I withdraw and take her swollen clit in my mouth, sucking on it and rolling it between my lips. Lydia’s breathy moans are louder now, and I can feel her pussy tightening around my tongue as I return to her core. I moan as a minor flood of her cream coats my face, and I know her scent will linger in my facial hair for days.
Good.
“I’m so close, Rhett, please,” Lydia begs, a string of mindless pleas following shortly after.
Her hands find my hair, gripping tight as she grinds her pussy into my mouth. Her thighs are trembling on either side of my head. I take her clit in my mouth again, and I growl with satisfaction as she groans out a shuddering breath, her gushing release coating my neck and chest as she climaxes again. I tighten my grip on her legs, not letting up even as she thrashes against me. I need more, need all of her. My knot is swelling without me ever once touching my cock, all from the taste and scent of this incredible omega. I lick her slowly through it, feeling her rapid pulse in the femoral artery next to my head as she clamps her legs around my ears. I wait until it evens out a little and she relaxes before rising to kiss her again. Her nails scratch at my scalp, and I moan into her mouth.
“Please, Rhett, I need you inside of me,” she whines, trying to reach for my pants.
Her fingers graze the side of my shaft and I have to hold back my groan, even as my hips rock forward to seek more of her touch. I snatch her wrist and push it to the cushion beside her head, breathing hard to keep it together. Her gaze snaps to mine, and the naked desire staring back at me makes my breath catch. That look could topple kingdoms, and it’s almost too much.Claim. Mine. Claim.I swallow, shaking my head against my base instinct. This isn’t about me. She needs more, and it’s getting harder and harder to deny her. But I can wait. Ineedto wait. Her face crumples, and I lean down to capture her lips with mine again.
“When I fuck you, I don’t want it to be because your body is telling you that you have to,” I whisper, my lips hovering over hers.
“It’s not just my body that wants you,” she pants, her other hand moving down my chest.