Lucius lay on the bed and let out a heavy sigh, a small smile spreading across his lips as he sank deeper into the soft mattress. This was amazing compared to sleeping on cardboard sheets, and the air conditioner made the entire room even more comfortable. For the first time in his life, he could lie down without worrying about the cold, the hard floor beneath him, or whether he would wake up with another part of his body aching.
The lights soon turned off, leaving the room dim and quiet. A few seconds later, Lia crawled into the bed beside him and pulled the duvet over both of them, immediately settling into the warmth beneath the covers.
"Do you feel cold?" Lucius asked, surprised by how comfortable his body felt beneath the cool air from the air conditioner.
"Not really, but I want to use this since it’s here," Lia admitted honestly.
Lucius smiled faintly. He knew exactly why she felt that way. For years, cardboard sheets and pieces of sackcloth had been their only defense against the Pennsylvania cold in the exposed and broken building they once called home. There had been nights when the cold became so brutal that neither of them could sleep properly. It was safe to say that they had survived most of those nights by simply cuddling together for warmth.
"Alright... Let’s stay covered for tonight," Lucius said with a small smile before closing his eyes.
A few seconds later, he felt Lia move closer. She pressed her lips against his neck and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. Lucius opened his eyes again, his gaze dull and tired as he looked down at her.
"Aren’t you tired? We had a long day today," Lucius asked.
Lia nodded against him. "I’m tired, but I’m horny..."
Before he could respond, she moved closer again, kissing along his neck. Lucius felt a ticklish sensation and tilted his head slightly, but when her touch became more intimate, his body instinctively tensed.
Lucius’s body shuddered, and he released a long breath. "Hey... Don’t... Just wait."
He gently pulled away from her, putting some distance between them.
Lucius sat up and rubbed his forehead, breathing heavily for several seconds before finally regaining control of himself. Lia sat up as well, a shocked expression appearing on her face. This was the first time Lucius had rejected her advances, and the sudden change clearly caught her off guard.
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
"Look... I’m not the same person I was last night. I’m much stronger now. I knocked someone’s head off by mistake today. Who knows what I’ll do to you if I can’t control myself while I’m inside you?" Lucius explained, his expression becoming serious. "Let’s wait until I can control my Talents before we do this." Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Lia shuddered as the memory of the headless body lying in a pool of blood immediately returned to her mind. She understood what he meant, even if part of her still looked reluctant to accept it.
"Okay?" Lucius asked again when she remained silent.
Only after several seconds did Lia finally nod slowly. "Okay."
The tension in Lucius’s shoulders eased slightly. He was relieved that she understood, but Lia remained close beside him, clearly unwilling to simply give up on being affectionate.
"Can I at least taste you and rub myself against you?" she quickly offered as an alternative.
Huff!
Lucius let out a defeated sigh and fell back onto the bed, shutting his eyes. He was too exhausted to argue anymore.
"Go ahead then.
Lia’s face lit up the moment he gave in. A small, pleased smile curved her lips as she leaned over him again.
"Thank you," she whispered, voice soft with relief and hunger.
She wasted no time. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his nightwear and eased them down his hips. The soft fabric slid past his thighs, and then she stopped dead.
Her eyes widened.
Lucius’s cock lay heavy against his stomach eight thick inches of solid, veined flesh, the head already flushed and slightly glistening. It was thicker than she remembered, the girth almost intimidating in the dim light.
"Lucius..." she breathed, staring. "It’s... bigger."
She didn’t wait for an answer. She shifted lower on the bed, settled between his legs, and wrapped one hand around the base. Her fingers couldn’t quite close around it. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside, from root to tip, tasting the salt of his skin. Then she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.
Lucius’s breath left him in a low, controlled exhale. His hands stayed flat on the mattress, fingers curling into the sheets but never reaching for her. This chapter was taken from NovelPing without permission.
Lia worked him with focused, wet heat. She took as much as she could, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing firmly along the thick cock while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. She hummed around him, eyes half-lidded, clearly enjoying every second.
Minutes passed. Lucius’s breathing grew heavier, the muscles in his abdomen tightening. He kept his eyes closed, jaw clenched, fighting the instinct to thrust or grab her hair.
"Lia..." he warned, voice strained.
She only sank deeper, sucking harder. When he came, it was with a sharp, suppressed groan. Thick pulses flooded her mouth. Lia kept her lips sealed around him, swallowing every spurt without pulling away, throat working until he was spent. She finally released him with a soft, satisfied sound, licking her lips clean.
She sat up, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
Without a word she shoved her own pants and underwear down her legs and kicked them aside. Then she climbed over him, straddling his hips. Her pussy was already slick; when she lowered herself, the wet folds parted against the still-hard length of his cock, coating him in her heat.
She braced her hands on either side of his head and began to rock.
Slow, deliberate strokes. The soft, slippery drag of her cunt along the full length of him, up and down, grinding the swollen tip against her clit with every pass. Her juices smeared across his shaft, making each slide smoother, wetter. Soft, breathy moans slipped from her as she moved.
Lucius kept his arms locked at his sides, fists clenched in the sheets. He didn’t touch her. Didn’t lift his hips. He simply lay there, breathing hard through his nose, every muscle rigid with restraint while she used him.
Lia leaned down and kissed him, deep, hungry and open-mouthed. Her tongue slid against his as she continued to grind, the wet sounds of her pussy sliding over his cock growing louder. Her thighs trembled. Her rhythm quickened.
A few minutes later her whole body tensed. She broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, forehead pressing to his, and then she came, her hips jerking in small, uncontrolled spasms. Her pussy clenched and fluttered against him, a rush of warm, slick juices spilling out and soaking his cock, dripping down onto his hips and the sheets beneath them.
She stayed there, shuddering through the aftershocks, still rubbing slowly against him as the wetness continued to leak.
Lucius’s chest rose and fell in deep, measured breaths. His cock throbbed hard beneath her, glistening and soaked, but his hands never left the mattress.