Little Love | Chapter III (Patreon)

Somehow, in the time it took for them to enjoy breakfast, Tristan forgot how large Lilith’s bed really was. With one hunger sated, he found himself once again surrounded by the ocean of red satin that covered the cushy mattress. Lilith had exchanged her apron for a short, loosely tied, black silk robe that left the eyes to wander over her luscious thighs.

“How to begin?” Lilith mused. She ran her fingers through his hair while a look of deep contemplation crossed her features.

“However you’d like.” Tristan winced at the crack in his voice. So much for not looking weak.

Lilith smiled. “Lie on your stomach,” she instructed. Tristan replied with a quizzical stare. “Trust me, you need to relax.”

Lilith vanished behind the red curtains. Tristan looked at the mountain of pillows and chewed his lip. At least his front was still covered, just in case his body reacted too quickly. The last thing he wanted was to look foolish in front of Lilith. He reluctantly repositioned himself, shoving his arms beneath one of the feather pillows and resting his head on top.

It was way too comfortable. Even though he’d slept for two days straight, he felt as if he could sleep for at least another week. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the thought of school nagged at him, but he pushed it away. He had perfect grades, and prior to this, perfect attendance. He could stand to miss a few more days without penalty. It just meant a couple of late nights at Ivy’s and maybe an all-nighter at home. Nothing he hadn’t done before.

“Here we are.” Lilith parted the canopy and slid back onto the bed, holding a shapely glass bottle with a golden liquid inside. As soon as she removed the stopper, the floral scent of roses filled the air. She crawled to his side and hummed. The clinking of her fingernails against glass warned him that she’d tipped some of the liquid into her palm. The bottle appeared shortly after on the pillow beside him.

Tristan watched over his shoulder as she laid her hands on his back. A warm, wet, tingling sensation coated his skin. Her fingers wandered over Tristan’s spine, goosebumps trailing behind her touch. A groan threatened his throat, and his back arched into her fingers.

“Mmnh…” Tristan’s groan broke free when she kneaded the muscles in his lower back. His toes curled, and his fingers dug deeper into the pillow.

Lilith’s hands wandered around his hips, moving between his skin and the sheets until she found the fastening of his pants.

“Wait.” He tensed, and Lilith giggled. There’d be no hiding from her if she took his jeans.

But…hadn’t he already made it clear what he’d wanted on that kitchen counter?

“Shall I stop? Lilith whispered.

“N-No,” Tristan said to the pillow. “Go ahead.”

“Good. Let me take care of you,” she crooned. Lilith unbuttoned the clasp and pulled his jeans and boxers completely free, leaving Tristan naked and exposed. He shivered when her hands found him again.

The weight of her thighs was suddenly against his legs as she straddled him. Tristan positioned his head face down into the pillows in hopes of hiding the color that burned his cheeks, but he couldn’t help the blood that once again rushed between his legs.

“You’re very tense for someone who just ate breakfast,” she mused, lubricating his upper back with more of the concoction. Her hands pressed around his sides, his shoulders, his neck, massaging through every knot and clenched muscle she could find.

“That feels really good,” he murmured. The tension in his body dissipated with each press of her fingers.

“That’s it. Don’t think about anything else,” she said. The lust in her tone was palpable, and his blood warmed in response.

The golden elixir was coerced from the base of his neck, down his spine, and onto the firm cheeks of his backside. His breathing hitched in his throat.

“Your skin is so soft,” she murmured, kneading his stiff muscles. She shifted her weight closer to his knees, and her hands wandered to the tops of his thighs. She leaned over him, her breasts sliding against his back while her fingers continued working their attentions lower on his body. Tristan’s heart hammered against his chest while her slick hands danced across his legs without resistance. “What are you thinking about, little love?”

“Um…a few things.” He laughed nervously into the pillow. The sound broke in half as her fingers explored the inside of his thighs.

“Shall I massage the front of you?”

“O-Only if you want to,” he whispered, his heart skipping a beat.

Lilith moved her hands to his hips and encouraged him to turn onto his back. He repositioned himself and drank in the visual feast. The coy smile playing at the sides of her lips was enough to take his breath away. The satin robe held closed by barely a wish had completely untied, and the oil from his back had transferred to her chest. His eyes wandered down the gleaming curves of her breasts and stomach, down to her navel, and then snapped to her glittering eyes.

Lilith’s gaze traveled downward, holding an intense craving that Tristan felt knotting his stomach.

“It seems that I’ve neglected a very important part of your body, my sweet,” she whispered.

There was no denying his stiff erection. He tried turning back to his stomach, but Lilith placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him. She shook her head and smiled easily. Tristan couldn’t help but relax.

“You bite your lip when you’re embarrassed. It’s adorable.” She giggled and leaned into him, seeking his mouth with her own. The desire in him overflowed, and he tested her lips with his tongue. She parted them willingly, and her hands moved to his chest, teasing his nipples. He moaned in bewilderment while she worked him with the tips of her fingers and sucked at his bottom lip.

“Why—ah—why does that feel so good?” It didn’t make sense; nipples were a pleasure reserved for women.

“They’re sensitive no matter who you are.” She smiled against his mouth. “Don’t worry about such things. Let yourself go.”

She slid her tongue into his mouth, nearly reaching the back of his throat. With shaking hands, Tristan caressed her chest, tenderly massaging each breast before focusing his attention on her nipples. Lilith sighed against his lips and pressed herself harder against his hands. After what could have been a century, Lilith’s hand wandered to Tristan’s hardened shaft, her fingers sliding down his length in a torturous rhythm. He moaned, and his body convulsed uncontrollably beneath her touch.

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Her hand surrounded him easily, and the oil made for no resistance. The air was thick, heavy, suffocating. The pleasure that consumed him was mind-blowing.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please.” He heard himself beg but didn’t recognize his own voice.

His mouth moved to meet his hand, and he lapped at her nipple with the tip of his tongue. This time, she didn’t stop him. The faster he worked his tongue, the more enthusiastically she pumped him. He had never felt so stimulated. So overwhelmingly horny. His body promised it would not last long. He hated that. He wanted it to last forever.

“Come for me, love,” she muttered between breaths, her free hand pushing his face closer to her breast. Her fingers worked at a mind-numbing pace, and Tristan couldn’t prolong his orgasm any longer.

When the climax took him, her name escaped his lips. His hands clasped at her robe for purchase while his entire body throbbed. Had anything ever felt so good? His seed coated her stomach and chest, and she looked intensely satisfied.

As he descended from the high, Lilith released him slowly and moved her arms around him, drawing him close. An intense exhaustion took over him and he turned toward her, his head resting on the tops of her breasts.

“I’ll take care of you, Tristan,” she whispered, kissing his forehead. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

He was smiling when sleep claimed him.