novelxo The Dark Elf’s Surprise Baby: Chapter 24
This past week has been amazing. Demethys really has changed. Even though he made a mistake the night we reunited, it’s clear that was a one-time thing, an emotional meltdown from years of misery over thinking I left him.
He’s been incredibly patient with me and oh-so-tender with Addie. He treats her like a princess. I might have to nip that in the bud, lest our daughter turn out spoiled.
But seeing him with her reassures me that he’s still the same loving, gentle man that I fell for. I can’t deny how much I missed him and how much I’ve fallen for him once again.
Because he’s slowly melted the walls around my heart and there’s no use denying the way I feel. When I’m with him I remember why I fell in love with him in the first place. I tried so hard to keep him away, to shut him out but he’s just so gentle and caring and tries so hard to make me happy.
With Adelaide asleep, I feel comfortable joining him in his bedroom for the night. I want to be with him. I’ve missed his touch, his kisses. I’ve missed waking up entwined with him.
And it’s clear that there’s still so much chemistry between us. It hasn’t changed in the intervening years. I might have grown older and a little softer around the edges but I’m still just as beautiful and sensual as I was before Addie came along.
I want him to see me. To see the body that worked hard to birth our daughter, the body that spent hours in the sun every day to earn enough of a living to sustain the two of us. He should get to see how I’ve changed and how much more beautiful I am now.
Demethys lays me out on the bed and stares at me for a long moment. I almost reach out but he finally moves his hands down to the bed to climb on, settling next to me.
“Hi,” I say, feeling suddenly shy. What if he doesn’t appreciate the changes to my body? What if he thinks I’m no longer as desirable as before?
“Hi,” he says with a grin. “How is it that you’re even more beautiful than I remember?” he asks, tracing my jaw with a finger.
Just like that, all my doubts and fears melt away and I find myself surging upward to kiss him deeply.
“Oh, gods,” he moans. “You know just how to rile me up.” He pushes me back down onto the bed and curls up next to me, pulling me into his chest so he can hold me close for a moment. “It isn’t just about having sex,” he tells me softly. “I want to be intimate with you. Get to know your body again. Please, let me make love to you.”
His words are like music, lulling me into a state of relaxation. I feel completely at ease with him.
“Yes,” I agree. “Make love to me.” His mouth descends upon mine once again, so ferocious that our teeth nearly clack together. I open up for him almost immediately, craving the intimacy of our tongues tangling together. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel so I shift, letting my thighs fall open.
He slots between them, rutting against me as our bodies grow closer than close. He runs soft fingers through my hair as we kiss, smoothing it back from my brow. I feel as though I’m floating on a cloud when he moves to stroke over my aching breasts and tease my nipples into pebbles.
“Gods,” I moan into him. “Fuck. Demethys.”
There is no master-servant relationship between us anymore. We are now equals, on the same level. I’m not afraid to shove him down and crawl atop him, moving down his body to show him just how confident I’ve become.
Settling between his thighs, I unbutton his trousers and pull his hard, leaking length from his pants. It throbs in my hands, warm and soft and I give an experimental lick to the tip.
“Harper!” Demethys keens high-pitched and whiny, hands tightening their grip in my hair.
“Shh,” I shush him. “Let me show you how much I love you.” And with that my mouth descends upon him, licking him from base to tip before swallowing him down in one go.
His cock hits the back of my throat and I almost gag before remembering to relax my throat and let it slip inside. He calls my name again and I encourage him to thrust in and out of my mouth, sucking on the tip whenever he pulls it back.
His fevered moans are turning me on and I feel my own sopping wet cunt in need of attention. I move a hand down, teasing at my bud to keep me just on the edge as I continue to deep-throat his pulsating arousal.
I can easily slide two fingers inside me with how turned on I am and I slip them in and massage at my inner walls, just barely brushing the edge of that spot that sends me reeling. I’ve definitely “taken care of business” a time or two since I moved to the island. I might have sworn off love but I wasn’t about to remain chaste the rest of my life.
I never slept with another man but I touched myself plenty. And I learned what I like and how I like it, making me feel even more confident to show off to Demethys.
“Look at you,” he breathes out, watching me as I touch myself and take down his cock at the same time. “You’re so sexy, Harper. You’re a confident, sexy woman.”
Those words are all I need to find myself clenching around my fingers and coming undone as I continue to work him up and down. My mouth tightens around him as I suckle and he grips my hair tightly. “I’m about to come,” he tells me.
Feeling emboldened by his words, I suckle even harder and he erupts into my mouth, down my throat. It keeps coming and I nearly choke at the volume but I swallow it down without spilling a drop.
I move away and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, sitting up as I cough a little.
“Here,” Demethys gives me some water in a cup from the nightstand and I drink it slowly, sipping it until my throat clears.
Once we’ve both recovered, Demethys has me stand and slowly undresses me while kissing every inch of my exposed skin as soon as it comes into view. It’s almost maddening how slowly he goes, how he takes his time to praise my body. If I had any lingering worries, they’re all gone now under his ministrations.
He lays me back on the bed and I watch as he makes short work of his own clothing before joining me once again. “You make me so wet,” I tell him. “Feel it.” I guide his fingers down to my damp folds and slip one inside, along with mine.
Demethys latches on to one of my nipples with his mouth as he circles my bud with his finger. Arching my back, I cry out and clamp down around his hand, feeling explosions of pleasure setting off along my spine.
“Harper, I want you,” Demethys says in a hoarse voice. “I want to be inside you.”
“Take me,” I tell him. “I’m yours. No one else’s.”
He moves so his cock is lined up with my entrance and slowly starts to push inside. I may be wet but it’s still a tight stretch. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with him and my pussy is tight.
I breathe through it and Demethys takes it slowly, trying not to hurt me. After what feels like ages, he’s finally sheathed inside me, filling me up. It feels like helias, just having him here.
Our bodies are pressed tightly together and he begins to rock his hips slowly, drawing himself in and out at an almost agonizing pace. I think neither of us want this to end too quickly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, our lips smashing together as we move, finding our rhythm together once again. It doesn’t take long for us to reconnect and our bodies seem to find the rhythm with ease.
“Yes!” I cry out as he hits that spot inside me that brings me the greatest pleasure. “Yes, right there, just like that!”
He continues working his hips and moves his finger down to rub against my bud, stroking over it with a slow, gentle slide that has me all but melting into the mattress. I could search the world over and never find another lover like Demethys, I think.
It isn’t long before my orgasm begins to build inside me, feeling the warm waves cresting from down below, slowly rising higher and higher over my body. Our kisses grow more frantic, our movements more sloppy as we both find ourselves getting closer and closer to the edge.
Demethys hips stutter before he goes stiff, warm seed spilling into my body. That tips me over the edge and I find myself reaching the peak as well, before tumbling off over the edge.
“Demethys!” I call out his name as I climax, clinging to his sweaty, warm body. His hand reaches out to find mine and laces them together, holding them over his heart.
“I love you,” he says, panting as he comes down from the high.
“I love you too,” I tell him.