Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

49. Wants

The sun was hitting your face, and you could feel the wind brushing against your naked body. You felt warm, cozy. His fingertips were carefully brushing your skin, up and down from your tummy to between your breasts. You felt loved. Slowly, your eyes opened up, and laying beside you on his side, was Qimir. His eyes followed the movements of his hand.

It had only been an hour or two, since you collapsed into his arms by the water. As the sun had peaked up, he had laid out a blanket for the two of you in the green grass. He wanted you to relax, and it was impossible not feeling a bit more at peace with the view from here. The sight of you just laying there beside him, with your legs adorably wrapped around one of his legs, was all the view he needed. Occasionally he found himself having to give himself a gentle stroke, just to keep his mind sane and occupied. When you opened your eyes so slowly, he could still see the drowsiness from your overstimulation. A tired, but warm smile displayed on your face.

"Hi," You whispered.

"Hi," his voice was soft.

Your lips didn't say much, but your eyes just stared at him. They were loving. Grateful. Your mouth opened, searching for words as you took a deep breath. He watched as your chest moved with your breath. Your nipples were still hard, probably from the way he had been caressing your skin for hours. They were beautiful.

"How do you feel?" He whispered, brushing some hairstrais behind your ear.

You leaned your head to his side.

"Good," You were short of words, still feeling the butterflies inside of you.

The drowsiness of your voice was so addictive. You looked so fucking beautiful. It requried everything in Qimir's body to not let himself have a go at you. Fuck, he knew you would enjoy it too. If he just laid you over on your tummy, spread your legs and fucked your tight pussy to the ground. You wouldn't even need to do anything. You could relax, as he would take care of you. He could imagine your moans.

"I told you, I didn't need any assistance, I like the water," You smiled, almost looking drunk on your own luck.

Qimir lifted his eyebrow, you were being confident.

"Is that all you liked?" He teased.

Your face leaned in towards him.

"Yeah," You whispered, as your hand wrapped around his length.

He groaned by your soft touch, catching him fully off guard. In the mist of his own dreamy thought, you broke him out of it, as he suddenly felt your hand wrap around his length, or as much as your little hand could. Your skin was so soft, so smooth. He could feel your nails tickling his skin. Your fingers just trailed his length, causing him almost more irritation than before. The animalistic side of him, needed to feel more of your skin.

"You need to be careful where you lay your hands," He warned, hissing for air.

A smug smile grew on your lips, it was the moment Qimir realized you knew what you were doing to him.

"I am always careful," You whispered, as your hand began to move up and down his length. Your voice was so smooth it felt like silk.

Never in Qimir's life had he felt something softer than your hand in his life. He groaned in pain. He needed this, he needed you. Now and then he could feel your nails, playfully touch his sensitive skin, making him twitch even more. Your hand moved slowly, clearly teasing him, keeping him on edge. A part of him couldn't help but think this revenge for earlier?