Page 44 of Godslayer
But it’s not.
I just want to show her how good I can be. To her,forher, forus.
So I place my hands on her knees, open them up—watching her literally bite back her excitement by chewing on her lip—and lower my mouth between her legs.
Immediately, her back arches up and her eyes close. But just as quickly she opens them—lazy and low as they are, anda playful smile cancels out the lip biting. “Is this dirty talk sex or?—”
My tongue does a little twisty thing here, cutting off her words and closing those eyes right back up. But her hands slide down her body, her fingertips weaving into my hair and giving it a good grip, as I do my best to drive her over the edge with my mouth.
Little moans begin to come out her mouth as I bury my face into her folds. Licking her as I push her knees forward, lifting her ass up off the bed a little. Then I slip a finger in, just one to start, and she hisses a little as I slowly push up inside her. “More,” she moans softly.
“More what?” I whisper back. I don’t know why, all of a sudden, I’m into this dirty talking, but I am. And I’m not even planning it when the words come out. “More fingers, Jasina? Or more cock?”
Her eyes are open, but only just barely. Her mouth parts, her breath ragged. She doesn’t answer my question. I should just give in. Just... fuck her and make her come.
But I want so badly to tease filthy fucking words out of that pouty little mouth of hers, I don’t give in. “Come on,” I urge. “Tell me what you want, Jasina. Fingers? Or cock?”
She bites her lip, uncertain.
She did dirty-talk back to me a little when we had sex in my tower. It was mostly in response to my urging, like this, but I’ll take what I can get. “I’ll do anything, Jasina. Anything you want.” I sit up, still fingering her enough to keep that look of sleepy ecstasy on her face. “Want me to fuck your tits? Your mouth?” I shrug when she rolls her eyes. “What? If I don’t ask, I’ll never know.”
“Surprise me,” she whispers.
Immediately, I’m shaking my head. “No. I want to know what you like. You, and only you. I want to know every spot on thatperfect body of yours where you feel pleasure. And then I want to touch you there and make you squeal. Help me, Jasina.Please. Help me make you squeal.”
She’s biting her lip, trying not to smile. But it’s pretty clear she finds me charming, if a bit uncouth. “It turns you on to hear the dirty talk?”
“You haveno idea.”
Is it weird that I like it? It’s a new thing. Only since my father was murdered. Clara clearly enjoyed the results of my change in character, but picturing her talking dirty back to me—or hell, talking about sex at all, is a stretch too far. Clara is the equivalent of a princess. Something elevated and special. Something you keep on a shelf to admire. A trophy.
Jasina is the complete opposite. Which is neither good nor bad, just different. I like it, though. I like her wearing these clothes that make her look like an adventurer. With her messy hair and dirty face. Boots on her feet instead of slippers. I like her courage, and how practical she is, and how new things make her think, not back away. We’ve only known each other a month, but I feel like she’s my best friend. And now that I know she’s pregnant, she’s gonna be my wife too. I don’t know how we’ll manage that since we’re living in this strange new world. But shewillbe my wife. My partner. My confidant.
Maybe we just make this pledge to ourselves for now. But there will come a time when we make it official. Once all the train hopping is over. Once all the towers are blown up. Once there is no more threat of Extraction, we’ll go home, and settle in a scholar’s cave under the city. And we’ll dig up the past and figure out the truth.
“But I want it to turn you on too, Jasina. This isn’t about me, it’s about us. I want you to know that I’ll take care of you and the baby. That we’re a team in every way now. And that I will doanything to make you happy. To make you proud. To keep you safe.”
“Wow,” she smirks. “That was heavy.”
“Did I lay it on too thick?”
She shakes her head, scoffing. “No. You didn’t. It was just the right amount of convincing.”
“So my real question is, does it turn you on or off? Because all I want is to make you love me.”
“Love you…” She sighs. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
“What?”
“Love. Don’t talk about it if you don’t mean it.”
This is when I realize this whole conversation is taking place with my face between her legs. It started as me wanting to lick her into bliss. To tease some filthy words out of that pouty mouth. And then get those plump lips wrapped around my dick.
But that’s not what it is now. So I scoot up her body, bracing my hands on either side of her shoulders as I lean down to gently kiss her. “Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
“It’s just…” Her hand slips down to her stomach, her eyes still locked in mine. “We had a plan and this wasn’t part of it.”
“All plans change, Jasina. It’s life. You ride it. Like a train.” She smiles, so I keep going. “You get on, you get off. Every day is a new day.” I reach down and grab her hand off her stomach, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t need to worry about how I feel about you and the baby. I’m in. All I want you to think about now is… on or off.”
