Chapter 69: Some Nice Days (18+)
The clasp gave way. The tension in the fabric vanished entirely. I pulled the delicate straps down her shoulders. Arlene shivered under my touch. Her breath hitched in her throat.
I let my hands trail down her bare arms. I grabbed the hem of her shirt. I
pulled it up slowly. She raised her arms obediently to let me take it off.
The fabric pooled around her wrists for a second. Then it dropped to the wooden floor.
Her bra followed right after. It fell softly beside her shoes.
She stood against the massive wooden bookshelf. The dim afternoon light of the library cascaded over her skin. Her chest was completely bare. Her skin soft and entirely flawless. The terrifying black marks of corruption were completely gone. Weiss had done an amazing job.
"You are very bold," I whispered.
I stepped much closer. My chest brushed against hers. She was a duke’s daughter. A noble from the North. Yet here she was in the Grim Palace yielding to a thief.
"I told you," she replied. Her voice was trembling slightly. "I like bold. Smart and bold."
"Is that so."
I leaned down. My lips brushed her ear. I kissed the highly sensitive skin right beneath it. I felt her rapid pulse beating against my lips. I trailed hot wet kisses down her neck. I moved slowly to her collarbone. She let out a soft sweet gasp. Her hands flew up into my dark hair. She gripped the strands tightly.
I moved lower. My mouth found her peak. I swirled my tongue over the sensitive bud. I took my absolute time. A good thief always inspects his new treasure thoroughly. I sucked gently on her.
Arlene let out a loud moan. Her hips shifted forward against me. She arched her back to give me better access.
"Tell me what you like," I murmured against her warm skin.
"This," she breathed out. "Exactly this. I like how you touch me. It feels
nice."
"Just this?"
"No." She tugged sharply at my hair. "I want much more. But it is not very fair right now."
"What isn’t fair?"
"You are still fully dressed."
Arlene moved her hands down. She grabbed the collar of my shirt. She pulled me up to look me directly in the eyes. Her gaze was fiery and determined. The timid crying girl from the kitchen was completely gone. The indomitable shield of the North was right here.
She slid her hands down my chest. She mapped my muscles through the fabric. She reached the waistband of my pants.
"I want to see you too," she said.
Her nimble fingers found my belt. She undid the heavy buckle with surprising speed. The metal clinked loudly in the incredibly quiet library. She popped the button. She pulled down the zipper.
Her hands slipped inside my pants.
I sucked in a very sharp breath. Her cool fingers wrapped around me. I was
completely hard.
I groaned softly. My hips jerked forward instinctively. She squeezed me gently.
Her thumb stroked the highly sensitive tip. A sudden rush of heat pooled deep in my groin. It was a very dangerous feeling. I was the one supposed to be teasing her endlessly. She was aggressively turning the tables.
"I like this," she said. A wicked beautiful smile formed on her lips. "I like having you in my hands. You are completely at my mercy."
She stroked me up and down. Her grip was surprisingly firm. Her skin was
incredibly soft against mine.
"You learn fast," I said. My voice was noticeably rougher now.
"I am a genius."
"Careful. I might steal that massive confidence of yours."
"Try me."
She pumped her hand a little faster. I closed my eyes completely. The pure
pleasure was intense. She knew exactly what she was doing. Or maybe she was just naturally gifted in this area too. Either way it was driving me totally crazy. I needed to take control back.
I opened my eyes. I grabbed her delicate wrists gently. I stopped her movements.
"My turn," I said.
I lifted her up entirely by her thighs. She wrapped her long slender legs around my waist. I carried her away from the hard wooden shelves. We moved much deeper into the massive library. The quiet isolated atmosphere was perfect.
Nobody ever came up here. We were completely alone.
I found one of the large velvet bean bags. It was wide and incredibly plush. I laid her down gently on the soft dark fabric.
She looked up at me from the ground. Her bare chest was heaving. Her beautiful eyes were completely clouded with heavy lust.
I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. I kicked off my shoes, pushed my pants down my legs. I was completely bare now.
Arlene reached down. She grabbed the waistband of her own pants. She shimmied out of them quickly. The black lacy panties she had challenged me about earlier were the only piece of clothing left.
I hooked two fingers into the delicate lace. I dragged them slowly down her legs. The fabric caught slightly on her knees. I pulled it all the way off her ankles. I tossed the panties aside playfully.
I looked at her completely naked body. The contrast of her pale skin against the dark velvet was stunning. She looked back at my body.
"You really are impossible," Arlene whispered. "A total menace of a man."
"I aim to please my guests."
I did not lay down straight beside her. I had a much better idea. A perfect way to share the intense pleasure equally.
I climbed onto the large bean bag. I turned my body completely around. I knelt right over her pretty face. My knees rested gently on the velvet beside her ears. I guided her hips upward with my hands. I rested my face right between her soft thighs.
She realized what I was doing immediately. She shifted eagerly to accommodate me.
She tilted her head back on the bean bag. Her face ended up right between my legs.
It was the perfect intimate position. A complete and beautiful mutual surrender. A 69 as people called it.
I parted her delicate wet folds with my fingers. The sweet scent of her hit me instantly. She tasted exactly like honey and fresh rain. I dragged my tongue right through her slick center.
Arlene cried out loudly into the quiet space. Her hips bucked up forcefully against my face. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks.
At the exact same time her warm mouth took me in completely. Her lips wrapped around me very tightly. Her wet tongue swirled around the thick base. She sucked with a sudden desperate raging hunger.
The sensation was absolutely maddening. I gripped her soft thighs firmly. I buried my face deeper into her wet heat. I focused entirely on the tiny
sensitive bud.
I flicked it rapidly with my tongue. I sucked on it gently. I traced small circles around it.
Arlene moaned into my skin. Her throat vibrated deeply against my length. She bobbed her head up and down. She set a relentless desperate pace. The wet sliding sounds echoed endlessly in the silent library.
"Yes," she mumbled blindly around me. "Right there. Please."
We were a complete messy tangle of limbs and heat. I matched her frantic driving rhythm. Every time she took me deeper into her hot mouth I pressed my tongue harder against her core. The slow teasing burn from earlier had exploded into a massive roaring fire.
She tasted absolutely incredible. I drank her in greedily. I wanted to consume every single part of her. My thumbs pressed deeply into her inner thighs. I kept her pinned right to my busy mouth.
Her hands reached up blindly. She squeezed my thighs. Her breathing grew totally chaotic and ragged. The air was thick with our shared intense lust.
I could feel her inner walls trembling heavily. She was getting incredibly
close. Her hips were jerking upward without any conscious control.
I sucked much harder. I pushed two fingers deep inside her wet heat. I curled them upward aggressively. I struck her deepest highly sensitive spot.
She went totally rigid.
A loud muffled scream left her lips. She clamped her mouth down slightly on me. I felt the powerful intense waves of her massive climax crashing right against my tongue.
Her inner muscles clamped down incredibly hard on my moving fingers.
She shuddered violently against the velvet bean bag. Her long legs locked
tightly around my head.
The intense suction of her tight mouth sent me straight over the very edge as well. I could not hold back for another second.
I groaned loudly. My hips bucked forward hard into her throat. I spilled my warm release deep into her hot mouth. She swallowed eagerly. She took every single drop like a champ. She kept sucking gently as my entire body twitched.
The heavy pleasurable aftershocks rolled through both of us for a long time.
We stayed in that messy tangled position for a long quiet moment. Our chests were heaving heavily. Our naked bodies were completely slick with warm sweat. The quiet library slowly returned to its usual peaceful silence.
Eventually I pulled away carefully. I wiped my mouth. I turned around and laid down properly next to her on the wide velvet bag.
Arlene shifted much closer. She rested her head heavily on my chest. She was panting very softly. Her fiery red hair was a messy beautiful halo around her pretty face. A deep rosy flush covered her cheeks entirely.
She traced a lazy circle on my stomach with one finger. She looked completely relaxed and satisfied.
The terrifying fear of corruption was completely forgotten. She was just a girl enjoying a very good afternoon.
She looked down at the wooden floor. Her eyes landed squarely on the discarded piece of black lace near the bookshelves. The exact panties she had dared me to take from her.
"You didn’t even need magic," she whispered with a very tired happy smile.
I wrapped an arm snugly around her bare waist. I pulled her warm soft body much closer to mine. She fit perfectly right against my side.
"Told you I can steal it."
