Page 96 of Fragile Beings
He got his answer out through gritted teeth. “Deal.”
Her smile was beautiful. Cal never got tired of seeing it. He’d been the subject of many grateful, nervous, or vacant smiles throughout his lifetime, but he’d never seen a grin like Elise’s. It was huge and radiant; a smile that took up her whole face and crinkled her eyes until they were just little slits of glittering hazel. Whenever she blessed him with one, Cal felt like the weight of a century fell off of his shoulders. Her joy made him feel new.
And when she beamed up at him from her position on the floor, her cheeks flushed and her magic calling out a siren song to his, he discovered a new appreciation for it. There was an entirely new world of satisfaction to discover in the joy she took in the task at hand.
Cal’s breath quickened as she began to press one achingly tender kiss after another along his shaft, her eyes locked on his. He didn’t know what to do with his other hand, so he settled for cupping her cheek.
Another wave of pleasure crashed over him when he realized he could feel her jaw and tongue work as she showered him with touches. It was made even more clear — and arousing — when she finally took him into the slick heat of her mouth.
“Elise!” Cal’s spine stiffened as she slowly closed her lips over him. The slick, velvety pad of her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as she drew him in.
Stars exploded behind his eyes. Cal gasped, head dropping back, and held on for dear life as Elise began to move forward and back. Her lips and tongue created a maddening suction and heat, while her hand moved in time, taking over whatever she couldn’t reach with her mouth.
There was something dangerously erotic about feeling her cheek hollow out under his palm. He didn’t need to see her to know exactly what she looked like. He could feel it and hear it.
Cal rocked his hips in time with her. He knew enough to keep himself from letting go completely, but he was shocked to discover his restraint wearing away under the onslaught of pleasure. He had no idea it could do that. Sure, he assumed sex felt good — why else would so many people go to such great lengths to do it? — but this…
It was like she was taking him apart piece by piece with nothing more than the heat of her mouth and her wicked fingers. He thought he knew carnal pleasure when they kissed for the first time, but it was nothing compared to this. Gods, would he ever be able to look at her mouth the same? Or would he forever see his pearlescent skin sliding between her flushed lips, taboo and beautiful and everything he never knew he needed?
Pressure began to build at the base of his spine, pulling every single one of his muscles taut. Cal made a choked sound in the back of his throat and gave her hair a gentle pull, telling her he needed her to stop. If she kept going, he was certain he’d come apart at the seams. It was too much.
Elise withdrew her head, but kept her fingers wrapped firmly around his cock when she asked, husky and breathless, “Are you okay, baby?”
Gods, her voice was rough. He’d heard it like that before, after he’d kissed her breathless. It’d done things to him then, but now, with his cock in her hand, it did a whole lot more.
Cal tilted his head down to look at her and groaned again. She was so fucking beautiful it nearly killed him. Did she honestly think he could live the rest of his life without her now? Without this? He’d wither away into senseless, formless mist without her. He’d want to.
“I’m— it’s too much,” he rasped. “It feels…” He didn’t even have the words to finish the sentence. It felt fucking incredible, but even that was inadequate.
A slow, sultry smile curled Elise’s wet lips. “Are you close?”
Cal blinked. “Close?”
She tightened her grip and gave his cock a slow, torturous pull. Cal made a noise of pained surprise as he watched another milky drop of pre-come slide down the tip. Before it could run over her fingers, Elise’s tongue snaked out to swipe it away with careful, deliberate slowness. He watched it melt on her pretty pink tongue. Her gaze never left his face.
Tempest take me to the depths. This woman is going to kill me.
“Orgasm, baby,” she explained, eyes crinkling with her smile. “Are you close to orgasming?”
Cal felt like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. He felt like every nerve had been shot with electricity. He felt like every drop of blood in his body now belonged in his cock. He felt like he would die if she stopped and like he would definitely die if she continued.
“I… don’t know,” he managed to get out. “I’ve never— This isn’t something I’ve—”
It was Elise’s turn to look surprised. Sitting back a little, she used her free hand to rub soothing circles over his hip bone. “Oh, Cal. You’ve never had an orgasm before? Not even on your own?”
He shook his head.
“Oh, baby.” Elise leaned forward to press a tender kiss to his stomach. Her tone was achingly gentle when she said, “That’s okay. This is all normal. Do you want to keep going?”
Cal swallowed hard. He was overwhelmed, but he knew he wanted this. He wanted her. “Yes.”
She kissed him again. Pride glowed in her flushed face and made his heart ache. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” He trusted Elise in ways he’d never trusted anyone. Never, in all of their interactions, had she shown anything other than care and affection for him. Even when he was angry and confused and lonely, she cared for him. Always patient, always funny, always practical. She was the steady ground on which he stood, the only thing that made sense to him in the world. She was his home.
Elise gave his cock another slow, reverent stroke. He rocked his hips and let out a small whine. The pressure had only abated temporarily. Every time she moved or even breathed near his sensitive skin, Cal felt like he was going to explode.
“Good,” she breathed, peppering his stomach with kisses. She’d rucked up his plain black shirt and seemed to find it pleasurable to trace the contours of his abdomen with her lips and tongue. He couldn’t complain. Having her mouth on him anywhere was bliss.
