Daring to Fall |18+|

04 | wetter

NOVA

I didn't know what to expect nor did I have a single clue on what I was getting myself into. It didn't matter because Ramiro was about to show me.

He carried me, holding me steady and I watched the floor beneath us move.

I could still feel him between my thighs. I could still feel his tongue, and his hands on me. I was full of complaints and I nearly voiced them out loud. How dare he edge me? How dare he stop making me feel good? I almost laughed at my utter desperation for the release he started and ended when I wasn't ready for it to.

Was I ever in control? Surely he was lying when he said that.

The floor changed, and I realised too late that we were in his room. My front met the mattress, and I was caught off guard.

I didn't have time to register that I was on his bed before he gripped my waist, roughly turning me onto my back instead. I took my first deep breath in, staring up at Ramiro and the way he loomed over me.

It was precisely in that moment when I felt encaged—trapped by a man who looked as if he could fuck me into tomorrow.

Ramiro peered down at me, cocking his head to the side. I opened my mouth, but a strong hand around my ankle shut me up quickly. He dragged me to the edge and my legs were spread, opening me up to his view. I didn't resist. I couldn't.

I looked up at the ceiling, breathing through my nose when I felt him undo the straps on my heels. Damn it.

"Ramiro—"

I choked on air, startled by Ramiro sliding a wet and warm tongue over my clit. Fuck, I wasn't expecting that. He gripped the inside of my knees, forcing my thighs to my chest and I let him move me as he pleased.

I was a mess, and Ramiro didn't stop there.

Was that supposed to be my punishment?

His hand glided over my stomach, reaching over my chest until it wrapped around the front of my throat. Ramiro tightened his hand, holding me down and I felt myself liking it a little too much. I grasped at his forearm—the only thing within my reach and I wasn't pushing him away.

I didn't see his smile but I felt it on my skin.

He traced his tongue over my pussy, circling over my clit and I lifted my head to watch him. I need to see him. With his eyes already on my face, I found myself enjoying the way his tongue flicked over my clit. It was too much. I could barely breathe as I soaked in the sight of Ramiro enjoying me.

His gaze was dangerously soft, half lidded and absolutely fixated on me. The intention of having me cum was written all over his fucking face. I was his for the night and he knew it.

I breathed out a pleasured sigh and his hand around my neck tightened, reminding me that I was completely at his will. Losing all sense of doubt, I widened my legs for the man between them.

His mouth closed around my clit, his own moan sending vibrations through me. Ramiro sucked, and I glanced at him to find his eyes peacefully closed. He fucking loves it.

My head fell back and I let go of his arm, completely fascinated by the amount of pleasure his tongue could give me.

"Fuck, Nova," he groaned, running a smooth and gentle hand along the inside of my thigh. It was followed by his kisses. With parted lips, Ramiro adorned my skin with pecks and words in a language I couldn't understand.

He ran his nose along my skin, breathing in deeply and I thought about how I'd never experienced such adoration before. It was new—a feeling I'd remember when we parted ways. His hand left my throat and I wanted it back. I missed it already.