Illicit Affairs // Harwin Strong // Criston Cole

57. Goddess

Finally, Harwin gave Vaera what he knew she wanted. Sliding in gently, he watched her eyes roll back as she held her breath. He dragged back out, then pushed into her again. Each time, the noise grows. A breath turns to a whimper, a whimper to a moan.

He quickened his pace, pushing harder and faster until he heard the first scream of pleasure. He lifted both of her legs up, her ankles coming to rest on his back.

"Would you like to know what deusa means now?" As the words leave his mouth, he pushed himself inside her again slowly, letting her feel every inch. She nodded, the only response permitted by her happy haze. Harwin paused, allowing her legs to fall to either side of him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. He kissed her again and let his teeth graze her skin. It's a gentle moment, placed deliberately in juxtaposition to what has happened and what will happen when it's over. Biting and kissing his way up her jawline until he reached her ear, he pressed his lips close.

"It means goddess," Harwin whispered, a growl forming low in his throat. "Because I've thought about this moment. That I might get to worship you...with every...part...of...my body." Harwin's words fall in rhythm with each thrust, the noises coming from her fueling him. She doesn't know it yet, but he was only getting started.

Euphoria. That's what this is. Bliss. Elation. Call it whatever you want. Vaera was calling it The Harwin Strong Special. His eyes roamed her body, from her breasts bouncing to her eyes and back down to where their bodies connect. She watched his expression as he watches himself slide in and out of her. It's hot. Like the hottest thing Vaera had ever experienced.

After her encounter with Alicent, her little act she needed an outlet for her pent up rage and Harwin was a willing outlet. A perfect distraction. Hers. All hers.

Her hands still grasping the bed, she began to push back harder against him, their bodies colliding in rhythm at the exact right moments. Harwin's movements are so smooth and deliberate like he knows her body better than she did. Maybe he does. She swore she didn't know anything anymore, especially not in this fuzzy drunken-like state of mind. The delicious sensation that began to build earlier is starting again, like a little volcano deep in her belly. And, as if on cue, Harwin's lips begin to curl into a devilish grin. See. He knows her body.

"Don't worry, deusa," he whispered. "I won't stop this time." His words actually brought her a lot of relief, as she didn't think she could survive being deprived again.

She closed her eyes as she felt his hand slide from her hip to her tit. He rubbed his thumb in a circle around her nipple, barely grazing the sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, he pinches it between his fingertips.

"Oh my god," Vaera said, barely able to get the words out. Everything he did was pure magic. He pinched again, squeezing and twisting, as her body writhed beneath his touch. Then, his index finger trailed down her sternum and past her belly button. She opened her eyes to find him still watching her face. Their eyes connect and neither of them looked away. There's hunger in his gaze, something carnal.

But beyond that, there's intimacy as well.

"Are you going to come for me, deusa?" he asked. Yes. Absolutely, yes. She had never wanted to do anything more.

"Yes." She nodded to him. "Yes," Vaera repeated again. His thumb pressed against her clit, swirling in circles at the same pace he slides in and out of her. Vaera's breath catches in her chest as she squeezed the frame of the bed harder. It's almost too much. Almost. Her body is riding the line somewhere between heaven and hell, suspended in some kind of naughty purgatory. His pace quickens as he drops one leg from his back, then the other. She instinctively wrapped them around him, pulling him into her. Harwin's breathing becomes ragged as small groans escape him. God, he's so fucking hot Vaera thought his lips coming down on her again.

"Let go," he said softly. So that's exactly what she did. Vaera didn't break eye contact with him as he brought her body to the edge and pushed it over. Blinding fireworks are all Vaera could see for the next several seconds as her body shuddered and flailed like it's trying to rip itself apart from the inside. Vaera collapsed further into the mattress, her muscles no longer tense or rigid. She was melted ice cream on a hot summer day. A pile of feathers you could blow into the wind with a single puff.

"You can't rest yet, love," he said. "I'm not done." Using her legs as leverage, he flipped her to one side, rolling her over to her stomach as he pulled her to her knees. It's such a quick transition, seamless and commanding. Harwin had a way of being politely dominant if such a thing exists. He rubbed his dick against her, from her clit all the way back. Then he's inside her again, thrusting so hard he gripped her tighter to keep her in place. After several more thrusts, Harwin's body crashed against her, his body shaking as he came she felt it.

"Fuck," he groaned out, the expletive slipping from his mouth as he exhales.

Then, he rolled to his side, pulling Vaera with him. In an instant, their naked bodies twisted together as he held her close. Both of them lie still, gripping one another tightly and panting to catch their breaths. She was exhausted and charged at the same time, her body letting her know it could fall asleep or do that again.

"Are you okay little love?" Harwin asked, his mouth close to her ear. His breath tickled her skin.

"I'm fantastic," Vaera told him happily. "You?"

"I'm wonderful, goddess," he says.

"No, say it your way," Vaera requested looking at him as his hand traced along her.

"I'm wonderful, deusa," he said. Vaera could sense his smile as he spoke, causing her to smile.