The Witcher: one shoot

1// Worship me

Reader's POV:

He kisses my naked skin over and over again. His hands slide over my previously untouched body and I tremble. Geralt's big hands that are made to kill and have kills many creatures touch me as if I were made of glass. He kisses the valley between my breasts before kissing my stomach. With one hand on my waist and the other on my hip, he kisses down to my thigh. I feel how his lips are pressed against the inside of his thigh. I burn under his touch, my body is fire and he is the wood I burn with. The arch between my thighs hurts of the desire for his touch. His lips are pressed higher up on my thigh, he is so close to the place I want him to feel his second breath on me there.
"I am not worthy to pray at this holy altar," he murmurs against my soft skin of my thighs. I would have liked to beat him for how he plays with me but I want him more than I want to beat him. I want his touch. I want his lips. I want all of him pressed against me.
"Do something more than just pray then, worship me" I whisper with his voice hesitatingly longing for him. His mouth surprises me with kissing me in my most sacred place. Kiss after kiss he squeezes between my thighs until his mouth lies against me. I do not know how to react, my hands pull his head down between my thighs for fear that he would stop whatever he is doing while pushing my body down my mattress.
"Geralt, Geralt, Geralt" I say over and over again as a prayer even though it was he who would worship me.
He licks my honey like a cat drinks milk. I almost want him to quit because it's dirty to do what he does with my body but it feels too good. Geralt holds my hips to stop me from distracting his work. Sound comes out of my mouth that I myself didn't know I could do. The hand he does not have around my hips is pulled up to my full breasts. And he doesn't stop what he does until my thighs tremble and I lift myself from the mattress as I float in pleasure of his touch.
As his lips leave mine, he looks down at me with his yellow piercing eyes. Does he expect anything from me now?
And as if he can read my thoughts, he whispers in my ear: "I think it's enough for tonight."He lips touch my cheek lightly like a butterfly landing on a flower. His embraces me and I fall asleep to his hard body which seems soft to me and just me.

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