C U R I O S I T Y | Aemond Targaryen

T W E N T Y - E I G H T

Aemond's P.O.V.

Fuck, I think I found my drug.

Cordelia is a mess of moans, bucking for each touch I give her, effortlessly beautiful while chasing her high. Everything about her cries for pleasure; the way her nails dig into my shoulder, how she takes my fingers again and again with sweet desperation. With the sight before me, I know I could spend weeks between her legs and never grow bored.

We haven't made it to my bedroom yet, though this time it's my fault. The second we stepped into the hall on the second floor, Cordelia was undressing me as if she was livid at how I still have my clothes on. I recall passing by her room and seeing all the dogs curled up on her bed as she got me down to my underwear.

Cordelia and I were almost at my bedroom doorway when she stripped her panties off herself. My composure cracked the moment I saw her standing completely bare in front of me and I crashed us into the wall right beside my bedroom door. I was fucking her with my fingers against the wall before I even realized what I was doing.

Picture frames and paintings that were once on the walls in this hall are now scattered on the ground with our clothes, but I can't be bothered to give a damn. There is nothing I can bring myself to care about while listening to Cordelia whimpers and watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. She sings to me with such captivating need while covering me with her rich arouse, and I can't get enough of it.

She's become a drug for me and I need to take her, over and over, like one does when addicted.

"Oh, oh... Aemon- Aemond!"

Cordelia sobs, not finishing a word that isn't my name, as I feel her walls flutter around me. Groaning at how she's gripping my fingers, I rub my palm against her clit while dragging my fingers more prominently into her. Her legs cling to my hips and one of my hands holds her to the wall by the waist as I watch her entrance take my fingers like a champ.

"Come on, baby. Come on." I grit out through my teeth as feel her wanting to fall apart for her second time of the night. Curling my pointer and index finger aggressively to hit her favorite wall, I bait her into giving me another release. "Be a good girl and let go for me. You look so good when I touch you-"

Gasping on a cry, Cordelia jerks into my hand and I feel her soak my fingers with her pleasure. Kissing the corner of her jaw, I let out a satisfied breath and ride her through the high with my fingers. Then, smirking into her skin, I make a note of how she has a praise pink, which she may or may not know about.

Whether or not Cordelia realizes she likes to be praised, I plan on using her little kink to my advantage from now on.

"Gosh... Aem- Aemond. You..." 

Cordelia mewls while trying to calm her breaths and my smirk widens as I hear the jumble of words spilling out of her throat. Pampering her neck and patiently waiting for her body to settle down, I milk the rest of her release out of her system before pulling out my fingers entirely. Gently massaging her overstimulated nerves, I murmur while feeling her shudder around me.

"Just breath, baby. Focus on breathing."

"How... Can I focus... On anything else." Cordelia speaks while taking large shaking breaths. "... But you, Aemond."

Groaning into her neck and holding her in my hands possessively, I close my eye and suck in a restraining breath. I'm trying to cool her body down before we actually reach my bed, but if she keeps saying things like that, we may never reach my bedroom. Keeping my needs at bay for her sake, I grunt and nudge my nose against her cheek.