The Wright (Friday Updates)

Ch.43 Ride

Like snow settling and packing itself down, the decision felt right. Kinnut would defer to me, though I would not take his offer for granted. He had said multiple times that he was done with the burden that came with it. I believed that, as a team, we could right what was left to fix, as I would be the fresh eyes and ears of the people.

Kinnut pressed his lips tenderly against mine. "Are you ready to be worshipped?"

A thrill of excitement ran up my spine and not because of any future power. I felt his desire like warmth blowing from the fireplace. I slowly took a step backwards, keeping my eyes on him as I led him into the bedroom. Though he had dried me off, the cooler air sent goosebumps facing along my skin.

He followed me, an amused smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Shall I kneel?" He asked, though was already bending to one knee, hands gently wrapping around my hips to pull me closer. His lips brushed my stomach, tickling a path to my hip bone.

Those large, guileless eyes that had never hidden his feelings from me, now looked up through lashes, growing dark with hunger. Kinnut had quickly become my everything, the sun that so many orbited. Once, I had longed for and sought Rafael's company, which seemed so absurd now that I faced true reciprocation of my feelings.

One palm slid down, cupping my ass briefly before dipping behind my thigh to lift it over his shoulder. His breath fell across my center, my abdomen tightening with such prolonged wanting, I felt that I might collapse.

A strangled sound came out of his chest, vocal chords tightened. With his thumb, he pulled the edge of my seam to the side, swallowing the sight. He did not need permission to lean forward and follow the action with his tongue, tasting my growing wetness, but it felt so damn good that I grabbed his hair as if to stop him.

Kinnut continued anyway, diving deeper, drawing my hips into his face. Two fingers found my entrance and began to work their way in with gentle, pulsing motions that coaxed me to lean into him, spreading my thighs further. I had to support myself on his shoulder, unable to stay upright.

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Do you like that, my Queen?"

"Mhm." Whimpering, let him grip harder, digging his fingers around my thigh and against my buttock.

He sucked my clitoris ardently, pushing in to the knuckles and curling toward his mouth. I bucked toward him in response with a gasp, his magic sliding up my legs like ghostly caresses to stroke over my breasts and neck. He did not expect me to respond in kind, slithering tendrils of my own power down the middle of his chest, like the tip of a single nail, to pause at the base of his straining cock.

With heat and a drawing sensation, I surrounded his shaft, stroking languidly. I nearly smiled when his fingers stuttered within me, though I did not stop. His scrotum tightened, filling with semen, the pressue making him moan with the need to release. Even though I was partially riding his face, chasing my own pleasure, I felt the streams of fluid running down his length.

"Enough," I said, hoarsely, pulling away.

Kinnut made a little sound of distress, licking my juices from puffy lips and staring longingly. He did not need to worry, because I planted the ball of my foot on his chest and tipped him backwards. He complied, falling back onto his elbows, watching as I straddled him, taking his cock in my fist and spreading his precum over its surface. Lining it up with my core, I lowered myself slowly.

Lost to the bliss of my heat enveloping him, Kinnut's mouth dropped. I could form no words with the bittersweetness of the stretch, only knowing that both of our bodies were roiling with teeming magic. Just easing myself on him was enough to force him to hold back his release.