Imperfection - Chapter Sixteen (Patreon)

Olwen

My mind is silent. It doesn’t nag me about the consequences of my actions, nor does it even instinctually tell me to stop what I’m doing. It encourages me, begging me not to push him away as warmth spreads over my body from his touch. His muscular frame covers me completely, hiding my body from whatever dim lights fill the room.

Tiberius kisses me deeply. Each kiss is filled with heavy passion that sends waves of comfort over my mind. I’ve been sucked into a haze of pleasure that I don’t want to crawl out of. At the beginning of the night, this was a taboo I never would have crossed. But Tiberius’s hand sweeps under my thigh, his fingers tracing my skin as he pulls it around his waist to deepen his touch. And all I can think of is crossing that line.

I tense when I feel the hard press of his erection straining against his pants, pressing against my sex. Anxiousness bubbles up within me alongside excitement. The idea of sex was always a requirement in my mind. Of course, we were taught about it and what its purpose is once we all hit puberty, but I never relished the idea of doing it recreationally. Sure, I’ve let boys touch and fumble between my legs as I’ve done the same. But it never brought me the pleasure most Etherians speak about. I always thought it had something to do with my mutation, or maybe I was just above physical pleasure.

But the more Tiberius’s hands drift over the thin silk gown, his fingers brushing over my nipple, beading to his touch, the more I can’t begin to imagine living without this kind of pleasure. To my shock, Tiberius’s lips cover my dress where my breast lies beneath, the warmth of his tongue laving over the textured material, making me moan, thrusting my breast deeper into his mouth. All the while, his hand slips beneath my dress, finding my panties quickly before slipping his fingers beneath the elastic band.

I pull away from the kiss, my eyes widening as his finger presses against my clit, massaging the delicate bud. My opening aches as my inner walls clench slightly in anticipation of more to come. His eyes study me intensely, the dim light from the fireplace adding to the intense swirl of colors in his eyes. They more resemble the flames flickering off the walls than the sunset. My eyes shift to the beauty mark beneath his eye. It was one of the first things I noticed about him, and now his face is inches from mine, allowing me to run my thumb over his smooth flesh in awe.

I release a shuddering breath as he dips his finger slightly, playing at my now-wet entrance. He gently swirls his finger, tracing my entrance slightly before moving back to my clit.

“Ohh,” I moan aloud, my eyes widening at the lack of control. Tiberius, however, finds it amusing. He laughs, dipping his head over my throat. His tongue darts out to trail my skin, sending a chill of pleasure over me before his lips settle over my ear.

“Don’t hold back, Olwen. It’s only you and me,” he murmurs. His words send me deeper into the darkness of pleasure, my mind craving whatever he is offering. He slips a finger inside of me, pulling out only slightly to add another. Once again, my inner walls spasm slightly on his fingers as he uses his free hand to slip my dress off my shoulders. It’s almost too much; the pleasure. But with each thrust of his fingers, I let another moan leave my lips, somewhat giving me relief.

I cry out when Tiberius suddenly lifts me, shifting me on the bed so that my head is on the pillows. He quickly hikes my dress up, slipping my panties off. His kiss becomes more urgent as he knowingly maneuvers my body. It isn’t until he grips my waist, pulling me flush against him, that panic hits my chest at the speed he’s moving. And it finally occurs to me that he thinks I’ve done this before.

“Wait!” I cry out, pressing my hand against his chest. His skin is warm beneath my touch, and I can also feel the heavy thump of his heartbeat. My nails dig slightly into his skin as I find the courage to speak, but the harder I try, the more embarrassment rushes over me.

But I don’t have to speak. Tiberius studies me for a moment before the realization dawns on him. His eyes widen slightly, and he raises up.

“Don’t tell me you never…” he trails off, confusion still on his expression. Once again, he does what I didn’t anticipate. He laughs. It’s soft, accompanied by a shake of his head, pulling my anger. I huff in irritation, pulling away from him as I attempt to get up.

“I don’t see what is so funny—” I gasp as his grip tightens, and he holds me firm, not letting me move. His eyes burn with lust as he looks down at me, the dim light of my bedroom accompanying his warm gaze, and he smiles.

“You're just full of surprises, is all. But that definitely changes things.”

I expect him to get up, but he doesn’t. He kisses me. His kiss is gentle and time-consuming. But when he releases me, he continues to place soft kisses on my neck, collarbone, breast, and stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs, his eyes focusing on me. His hands gently grip both of my legs, holding them apart as he dips his tongue between my folds. My hands fly to grip the sheets on either side of me as dazzling pleasure explodes between my legs. It takes over my body, forcing me to arch my back and moan against my will. His tongue flattens against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me before settling back between my legs.

I’ve never felt something like this before. It makes my eyes water and my toes curl until a wave of pleasure crests over me and my body finds release. Tiberius holds my thighs steady as I moan and thrust against his mouth, my inner walls contracting intensely on his tongue. And when my body becomes hypersensitive, he releases me, letting me sag against the sheets as a light sheen of sweat forms on my skin.

But he isn’t done. And even though I had an orgasm, my mind hasn’t released me from seeking this forbidden pleasure.

Tiberius pulls his shirt over his head, revealing rows of thick muscle. His warrior-like build was once intimidating to me, but now it only draws my attention, bringing the heat back to my sex. He senses my gaze, pausing to let me look. His eyes are hooded as he studies me. There are no scars on his body. He is once again flawless beneath the rough exterior. If not for the common knowledge of his status he would easily give the appearance of an Etherian-born warrior.

He shifts, leaning over me, bringing his hand to cup my jaw as he pulls me in for another kiss. His tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping inside my mouth, deepening what’s happening between us. And after a moment, I tense when I feel the press of his tip against my entrance. But he holds me firm, his kiss grounding me as he slowly enters me.

I pull away from the kiss as the slow burn of his penetration forces a shaky gasp from my lips. But he continues entering me, filling me until we are flush against one another, our labored breathing filling the air. My breathing comes out in short gasps as my body tries to accommodate itself to his thick length. My legs instinctually wrap around his waist, and I tilt my head back, exposing my throat as I try and breathe, giving Tiberius an opening. His lips close over my throat, sending warmth over me as he slowly pulls out, only to thrust once again.

The pain this time is minimal, the pleasure coming back to the forefront as he begins to suckle at my flesh. My hands fly to his back as he finds a rhythm, slowly thrusting in and out of me. Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the release that I seek, my body craving his touch. He feels good inside of me, the size of his shaft no longer painful but pleasurable as his hips move against mine.

“I want to hear you,” he murmurs against my throat. It makes my heart flutter in excitement, and I once again throw away my inhibitions, letting my moans fill the room. Tiberius’s thrust grow more fervent with my moans. He releases my throat, his lips covering mine, letting me moan into his mouth as he draws pleasure out of me. His free hand gently cups my jaw as his thrusts grow urgent, and I feel my inner walls spasming lightly. My body is on the verge of orgasm, and I don’t have the mental strength to hold back.

“Don’t stop,” I moan. Tiberius’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me firm as his free hand grips my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. That’s all it takes for me to crest over. My thighs tremble around his waist as I come apart in his arms, this orgasm much more intense than the last as my inner walls squeeze around his thrusting length. The intensity of the pleasure causes dots to form in my vision as I groan, rubbing my hip against him to draw out my pleasure. I feel his shaft growing thicker, if even possible, before the warmth of his release laves inside of me. It draws out my climax, making me twitch against him, even as I feel his release spilling out of me, soaking the bed.

We both lay together, our heavy breathing the only sound as we both try and come to terms with what we just did. Tiberius pulls back, his eyes studying me as he pushes stray strands from my face. I can read him easily at this moment as he looks at me in concern. He opens his mouth, more than likely to apologize or ask if I’m okay, but I press my hands against his lips.

“Not tonight,” I murmur.

His eyes widen, and he gently grasps my wrist, moving my hand to his cheek. He doesn’t speak as he leans over me, capturing my lips once again in his.