Page 35 of Keeping a Nymph’s Heart

“Fuck,” he hissed as she continued to kiss along his body.

Deftly, he moved, flipping Orla over on her back in a rush. His mouth met hers again as his hand crept down her body, over her soft belly and towards her inner thigh. He paused, looking her in the eye.

“Sweet abyss, I know you’ll taste so sweet for me. Can I taste you, Orla?” he asked. Pleaded, really. She nodded, heat sizzling behind her dark eyes.

“You gotta say it; I have to hear the words.”

“Yes. Gods, Owain, yes. I want all of you.”

“This pussy is mine to devour. But say the word, and we stop. I’ll only go as far as you want me to take you.” She nodded again, eager for him to give her the relief she desperately craved.

He returned to her mouth at the same time that he pushed up her night dress, before running a finger through her slick center. Slowly, he began to work his finger around her most sensitive place, causing Orla to buck her hips at the sensation. As he worked that sensitive bundle of nerves, he slipped a finger inside her slick entrance, moaning at the feel of her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, in time with his tongue in her mouth. All the while he continued circling her clit. “You’re so wet for me, goddess,” he said. “Tell me, is it my hand you think of when you touch your pretty pussy?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she nodded. It had been his hand she had imagined for weeks as she touched herself. It was Owain who she wanted to make her come.

She was close, so torturously close to falling right off the edge and crashing into an earth-shattering orgasm when he stopped. She looked at him with rage as his face broke into a taunting smile. “I’ve waited a long time to feel you come for me. I’m taking my time with you, goddess.”

“You’re a bastard,” she huffed.

“I know.” He smirked as he pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her bare in front of him. She felt so exposed. It was both overwhelming and exhilarating. It had been an age since she had let anyone see her like this. Teasingly, she began to close her legs, but he grabbed them and kept them open.

“Don’t you dare hide this perfect body from me. I want to see all of you.” The look of pure lust and adoration that was etched on his face made her melt. She was dripping for him.

She watched as Owain continued to stare at her glistening core. Finally, he knelt between her legs and plunged his tongue into her entrance. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he moaned in satisfaction. He continued, licking and sucking her into mindlessness. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she screamed his name as he added two fingers inside her. She was so close; she could feel the orgasm building deep inside her, more intense than any she had had before.

And then the bastard stopped again. “No!” Orla exclaimed. She needed him so desperately. She trailed her own hand down towards her sex to give herself some relief. Looking at her, he gripped her hand, stopping her from reaching her core.

“I want to be the one to bring you pleasure,” he growled. “Let me have that, Orla. I’ll make it so good for you.” There was a wicked glint in his eyes. She huffed her assent, mesmerized by the image of Owain’s perfect face between her thighs, lips glistening with her wetness.

He started again, fingers deep inside her, bringing her closer to the edge. And for the third time, he stopped. She felt his smile against her center as she reached down to pull hard on one of his antlers. “Oh, do you want to get rough with me, goddess? Good, I like it like that.” He emphasized by giving her pussy a sharp slap that made her cry out and set her ablaze.

“Please, Owain. Please, I need you!” she cried, writhing beneath him.

“Tell me, goddess, what do you need from me?” he asked, grinning at her.

“I need you to make me come. Please,” she panted.

“As you wish.”

When Owain returned his fingers and mouth to her soaking center, she could feel herself tightening around him, her arousal dripping down his hand. This time he didn’t stop, he pushed her right over the edge into pure pleasure.

“Let go for me, Orla. I want to know what you taste like when you come,” he said as he pumped his fingers faster inside her, licking her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. She shattered at his words, coming so hard she saw stars while daffodils burst out around her. The orgasm was like a wave of pleasure crashing into her whole body. She was limp from the pleasure, panting, and unable to speak.

“That’s a fun little trick,” Owain remarked while picking up one of the discarded flowers. “I wonder if I can make you do it again.” Owain looked up at Orla, eyes filled with mirth.

She expected him to stop, to slow down or pull out of her, but he kept going, unrelenting as another orgasm rocketed through her while more flowers piled alongside them on the bed. She was so sensitive and so wet. But Owain didn’t stop; he moved his fingers out of her and returned them to her clit while he lapped at her entrance. This orgasm built slower than the last. It was a deep hum building in her low belly. Letting out a piercing cry, she shattered again, flooding his mouth with her arousal.

It was too much; she couldn’t handle more. She tried to push up higher on the bed to get relief from his mouth on her oversensitive sex, but Owain grabbed her thighs and kept her center pressed to his lips.

“One more for me, Orla. Give me one more. I know you can take it,” he panted against her slick entrance. His tongue returned to her clit as he deepened the pressure. This time, he sank three fingers deep inside her, curling them against her inner walls. With his other hand, he pressed a finger into the pucker of her ass, just deep enough that she felt the tight ring of muscle clench around him.

Gods, it was so much. Too much. She broke apart, sobbing and moaning his name as every part of her sex clenched around him. The soft feeling of petals brushed her skin as the flowers she conjured floated down around them. Owain continued to pump his fingers in her, drawing out her pleasure as her orgasm waned.

The bed was overrun with flowers now, daffodils, roses, and dahlias falling to the floor as each orgasm wrung more out of her than the last.

It felt as though she was floating. As if she had ascended to the heavens to meet Jove himself and would never come back down. Owain looked up at her with a self-satisfied smile and a glint in his eyes before rising up higher on the bed.

“Open your mouth for me,” he commanded. She complied, too limp to question why, as he stuck his slick fingers into her mouth. “I need you to taste how perfect you are.” She sucked her arousal off his fingers, tasting her heady flavor of herself.