Nyssa's words hung between us, charged with desire and promise. My pulse quickened at the thought of her wanting more of me. I stepped closer, my hands sliding over the soft swells of her hips. "It's not wrong at all," I murmured, voice low and rough with need. "I want to give you every part of myself, Nyssa."
I dipped my head, nuzzling at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. I admire her moles hidden here as if they are hidden treasures waiting to be found by me.
She shivered and tilted her head, granting me better access. "I want to worship you, make you feel pleasure even better last time," I breathed against her neck. My lips trailed down to her collarbone, pausing to place an open-mouthed kiss on the fluttering pulse point. I can still see the hickeys I left of her, still clinging to her neck, like the person who left it being possessive of her.
Nyssa's fingers flexed against my shoulders, her nails scoring lightly down my back. "Show me, Henry," she urged breathlessly. "Make me feel naked with your gaze, your touch." Her words grew bolder.
A groan rumbled in my chest at her words. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and raw passion. My hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts, kneading the soft mounds. I plucked at her nipples until they strained against the lace, seeking more of my attention.
Breaking the kiss, I met her heavy-lidded gaze, pupils blown wide with lust. "Lay back, Nyssa. I'm going to taste you," I panted, my cock already rock hard and straining against my zipper.
She nodded, mute with desire, and reclined on the bed. I knelt between her spread thighs, drinking in the sight of her—perfection, pure and simple. My tongue darted out to wet my lips. "Take off the panties, Nyssa. I want to see all of you."
Nyssa reached down, hooking her thumbs in the waistband. She slowly dragged the lace down her legs, revealing her glistening folds. The scent of her arousal filled the air, musky and inviting. "Fuck, Nyssa. You're perfect," I breathed reverently. "Gonna make you feel so good."
I ran my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider. She whimpered, her hips canting up seeking my touch. "Easy, baby. I've got you," I soothed. Leaning forward, I placed a soft kiss just above her mound. Nyssa squirmed beneath me, a needy moan falling from her lips. Smirking against her skin, I began kissing a trail down, down, down to her sex. I licked a stripe up her slit, savoring her flavor. "Mmm, fuck. You taste divine," I groaned. "I'm addicted to your taste."
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard. Nyssa keened, her back bowing off the bed. "A-ahh! Henry!" I hummed against her, sending vibrations straight to her core. Setting a rhythm, I lapped at her nub, alternating between broad strokes and flicks of my tongue.
She writhed under my ministrations, her hips undulating against my mouth. I could feel her tension building, her thighs starting to tremble and quake. "That's it, Nyssa. Let go," I encouraged, sliding two fingers into her clenching heat. "Cum for me, Nyssa. Wanna feel you, taste you, as you cum on my tongue."
With a keening cry, Nyssa shattered. Her walls spasmed around my fingers, her essence flooding my mouth. I groaned, lapping up every drop as she rode out her high. When the aftershocks subsided, I pressed a tender kiss to her mound before crawling up her body.
"I'm not done with you yet," I vowed, my voice a dark promise. Nyssa gazed up at me from beneath heavy lids, a lazy smile curling her lips. "Good."
I sucked in a sharp breath, my cock twitching at her words. "Nyssa..." Her name fell from my lips like a prayer. I lined myself up with her entrance, the broad head of my cock nudging her slick folds. But she suddenly twitches.
Her eyes widened and she pulled back slightly, a blush staining her cheeks. "You want... oh. I've never..." She trailed off, gnawing her lip. "Would it feel good for you? Having my breasts, my mouth on you?"
I groaned, I'm interested. "Fuck, Nyssa. Yes. It would feel incredible. You have no idea what you do to me."
Emboldened by my words, she sat up, pushing me onto my back. She straddled my hips, the heat of her core searing me. Leaning down, she nuzzled into my neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin.
"I want to make you feel good, Henry. Want to taste you," she breathed against my ear. Her hand slid between us, cupping my straining erection. "Will you let me? Let me pleasure you with my breasts and mouth?"
"Please," I gritted out, my hips bucking up into her touch. "I'd love nothing more than to have your sweet mouth on me."
Nyssa peppered open-mouthed kisses down my chest, her tongue dipping into my navel. Her body moved lower, freeing my cock. It sprang up, slapping against her stomach, leaving a smear of precum.
"Oh my," she gasped, wrapping her hand around my thick shaft. "I didn't realize because of yesterday but you're big." She pumped me slowly, swiping her thumb through the weeping slit.
I hissed, my fingers tangling in her hair. "That's it, Nyssa. Just like that. Feels so good, ugh." Encouraged by my praise, she picked up the pace, her supple fingers gliding over my aching flesh. I was granite-hard, throbbing with need. She licked a stripe up my length, swirling her tongue around the flushed head.
"Fuck, kiss it. Take it in your mouth, Nyssa. Wanna feel those perfect lips around me," I panted, guiding her down. She obliged, her mouth engulfing me in wet heat. "Mmmph!" I grunted, fighting the urge to thrust up into the welcoming suction. Her tongue worked magic, tracing the thick vein, dipping into my slit. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass. The sight of her stretched lips wrapped around my cock nearly undid me then and there. I gripped her hair tighter, holding her in place as I shallowly thrust into her mouth.
"Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick down your throat," I praised, my voice ragged. "Could get used to this view, Nyssa. You're a natural."
She hummed around me, the vibrations shooting up my spine. I could feel my release building, my balls drawing up tight. With a muttered curse, I tugged her off, not wanting to cum just yet.
Nyssa gazed up at me with lust-darkened eyes, her lips swollen and slick with saliva. "Did I do okay? Is that what you like?" she asked shyly, her hand still wrapped around my shaft.
"More than okay, baby. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," I assured her, fighting to catch my breath. I hauled her up for a searing kiss, groaning at the taste of myself on her tongue.
Nyssa panted as I pulled her off my throbbing length, a string of saliva connecting her plump bottom lip to my glans. Her eyes were hazy with desire, pupils blown wide. "You taste so good, Henry. I want to make you feel good too."
I groaned, my cock jumping at her words. "You're doing amazing, Nyssa. I don't know how much more I can take."
She grinned, trailing her fingers down my stomach. "I'm not done with you yet." In a show of boldness, she pushed me back onto the bed, crawling up my body. Her breasts grazed my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Fuck me, she's insatiable," I thought, my mind reeling with desire. "The way her tits feel sliding over my skin... I'm gonna blow my load before she even gets started."
When she reached my face, she ground her dripping core against my straining erection. A broken moan tore from my throat at the delicious friction. "Shit, Nyssa... you're so wet. So hot."
"I'm aching for you," she whimpered, rolling her hips. "I need you inside me. Want to ride you until you fill me up."
My hands flew to her thighs, gripping the supple flesh. "Fuck yes. Sit on my cock, baby. Take what you need."
Nyssa reached between us, grasping my shaft and lining me up with her entrance. With a deep breath, she began to sink down, her tight walls parting around my thickness. We both groaned as she hilted me, her body quivering around my length.
"Oh God, Henry... you're so deep," she gasped, bracing her hands on my chest.
I flexed my hips, grinding up into her. "You're perfect, baby. Fits like you were made for me."
She started to move then, her hips undulating as she rode me with slow, sensual rolls. The wet sounds of our joining filled the room, punctuated by our moans and sighs of pleasure. Nyssa threw her head back, lost in ecstasy as she bounced on my cock.
"Fuck, she's got skills," I marveled, watching her through lust-darkened eyes. "The way she's working my dick... gonna make me cum embarrassingly quick."
The sight of her, blissed out and taking her pleasure from my body, nearly made me cum then and there. I redoubled my grip on her thighs, guiding her movements as she impaled herself on my length over and over again.
"Ah, ah, ahh!" Her breathy little cries spurred me on, my hips snapping up to meet her downward thrusts. The coil of tension in my gut wound tighter and tighter, my climax building at the base of my spine.
"I'm close, baby... gonna cum so hard," I warned through gritted teeth, my thrusts becoming erratic.
"Yes, Henry! Cum in me. Fill me up," Nyssa sobbed, grinding her clit against my pelvis. "I want to feel you pulsing in my pussy."
With a hoarse shout, I exploded, spilling myself deep in her fluttering channel. Nyssa wailed my name as she followed me over the edge, her sex rippling around my spurting cock. I pumped into her, drawing out our shared bliss until we were both spent.
She collapsed against my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her close as we floated down from the high.
"That was... incredible," Nyssa mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. "I never knew it could feel like that."
I chuckled, running my fingers through her damp hair. "Well, you certainly know how to make a man feel good, baby. Could get addicted to this."
She grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good. Because I'm going to need this... a lot."
I groaned at her implication, my softened cock twitching inside her. "You're going to be the death of me, woman."
"Sounds like a good way to go," Nyssa purred, clenching around me.
The soft morning light filtering through the curtains roused me from slumber. I blinked open my eyes, taking a moment to orient myself. My room now mixed her scent - it all came rushing back. Last night's tryst with the delectable Nyssa.
She lay curled against my side, her face buried in the crook of my neck, dark lashes fluttering gently as she slept. I traced my fingers reverently over the elegant line of her spine, marveling at the feeling of her naked body pressed so intimately against mine.
She stirred at my touch, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm, good morning," Nyssa purred, stretching languidly like a cat. The sheets slipped down, revealing the tantalizing curves of her breasts. My cock, already half-hard from her proximity, stirred to full attention.
"Good morning, beautiful," I rasped, cupping the weight of her breast in my hand. I loved the way it fit perfectly in my palm. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I dipped my head to capture the bud between my lips. Nyssa arched into my touch with a throaty moan.
"Ah, Henry," she sighed, threading her fingers through my hair. "You're insatiable."
I released her nipple with a wet pop, grinning up at her flushed face. Her orange hair stuck to her skin in damp tendrils, her green eyes half-lidded and filled with warmth. "Can you blame me? When you're laid out like a feast before me, all soft and pliant and ready to be devoured?"
Nyssa's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, and she let out a soft laugh, her hands brushing over my shoulders as if to ground herself. "Y-you're impossible," she murmured, but her smile betrayed her fondness.
Still, even with my heart wanting more, my body was practically waving the white flag. Two days of this—of her—was enough to leave me utterly drained. Even my overzealous libido had finally tapped out.
Nyssa could sense it too. She wrapped her arms around me, her embrace warm and reassuring. "You can feast on me, but you need more rest," she said softly, her lips brushing against my temple. "One step at a time, okay?"
She sealed her words with a gentle kiss, and though I wanted to protest, her tenderness melted away my resistance.
We lay together for a while, tangled up in each other. Her head rested on my chest, her breathing steady and soothing. My arms encircled her, unwilling to let go, but eventually, she broke the embrace, sitting up with a playful stretch.
"Henry," she said, pointing toward the corner of the room, "Can I use your shower?"
I blinked, momentarily disoriented by the sudden change in atmosphere. "Sure," I replied, my voice still heavy with sleep. Then, with a teasing grin, I added, "Want me to go with you?"
She rolled her eyes but didn't lose her smile. "We should continue studying, you know?" She stood and began gathering the discarded clothing from last night, her movements light and graceful. "You might've been in a coma for three weeks, but midterms are coming soon."
Midterms? The word echoed in my mind like a sudden alarm. MIDTERMS?!
I bolted upright, staring at her in disbelief. "Wait, midterms? Like, actual midterms?!"
Nyssa tilted her head, amused by my obvious panic. "Of course," she said, her tone sweet and matter-of-fact. "You didn't think time stopped for you, did you?" She let out a small giggle, her hands still busy folding clothes.
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. I'd completely forgotten. In my past life, I'd originally woken up a week later, and I had to cram up with studying that I missed the midterms entirely. The school had given me special tests to catch up, but even then, I'd barely scraped by.
Nyssa leaned closer, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want my boyfriend to be in the top rankings, okay?" She stuck her tongue out at me in a playful pout before turning and heading toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed with a soft click, and I was left staring at the empty room, her words replaying in my head.
She wants me to be in the top rankings.
I couldn't let her down. Not after everything.
I scrambled out of bed, suddenly hyper-aware of the mess in my room—the books piled haphazardly on the desk, the workout gear strewn across the floor, the evidence of our passionate nights. If I was going to take her request seriously, I needed to start somewhere.
Grabbing an armful of clothes, I shoved them into the laundry basket like a man possessed. The books came next, stacked neatly on the desk. I wiped down every surface I could reach, the faint scent of cleaning spray mixing with the familiar warmth of the room.
The sound of running water in the bathroom reminded me of Nyssa, her presence filling the space even when she wasn't there. I shook my head, trying to focus.
You can't let her distract you, Henry. Midterms first, romance later.
By the time the shower turned off and Nyssa emerged in her signature layered outfit, I'd worked up a light sweat just from tidying. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of my industriousness, her green eyes twinkling.
"Wow," she said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "I didn't know you could clean."
I rolled my eyes, but a grin slipped through. "I'm full of surprises."
She sat on the edge of the bed, her expression softening as she watched me. "You're taking this seriously," she said, almost to herself, but there was a hint of pride in her voice.
"Of course I am," I replied, pausing to meet her gaze. "You asked me to. I don't want to let you down, Nyssa."
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her hands fiddling with the hem of her sweater. "Y-you won't," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
After she settled in with her books, I grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The cool water was refreshing, clearing my mind as I braced myself for the studying ahead.
When I emerged, Nyssa was already flipping through a textbook, her green eyes focused as she prepared to lecture me. I sat beside her, the scent of her floral shampoo lingering in the air between us.
And for the first time in a long while, I listened. I really listened.
Her voice, usually tinged with hesitation when she spoke to me, grew steadier as she explained concepts, her words clear and deliberate. I nodded along, asking questions when I didn't understand, and the more engaged I became, the more her confidence seemed to blossom.
"You're paying attention?" she said after a while, her tone a mix of surprise and delight.
I smirked, leaning back slightly. "What can I say? I'm a changed man."
She rolled her eyes, but her smile was radiant. "You're doing great," she said softly, her green eyes meeting mine. "Really."
Her words sent a warmth through me that no workout or shower ever could. For once, I wasn't trying to impress her with flexing or wit. I was just... present. And seeing her smile like that, knowing I'd done something right, felt better than anything else in the world.
As the evening stretched on, the golden light outside softened into a dusky glow, casting warm shadows across the room. Nyssa had taken full command of the study session, her voice steady as she explained the finer points of algebra—something that had always felt like ancient hieroglyphics to me.
Her green eyes sparkled with a mixture of concentration and pride, though her cheeks occasionally flushed pink whenever our gazes lingered on each other for too long. I didn't mind the distraction; it was worth it just to see her like this.
"Okay, Henry," she said, her tone all business, though the corner of her lips twitched as if she were suppressing a smile. "What's the formula for solving quadratic equations?"
"Uh..." I hesitated, my brow furrowing as I tried to recall what she'd just explained five minutes ago. "The... uh... quadratic formula?"
Her laugh was soft but genuine, and she reached over to tap my notebook with her pen. "You need to be a little more specific than that, Mr. Genius."
I groaned, running a hand through my still-damp hair. "Nyssa, you're killing me here. Can't I just write 'magic math wizardry' and call it a day?"
Her lips twitched, but she quickly masked it with a mock-serious expression. "Absolutely not. Come on, Henry. Focus."
The way she said my name—firm but gentle, with just a hint of amusement—made my chest tighten. I couldn't help but grin, leaning forward slightly. "You know, your kind of scary when you get all teacher-like."
Nyssa's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, tucking a strand of her orange hair behind her ear. "I-I'm not scary," she mumbled, her voice suddenly softer.
"Terrifying," I teased, enjoying the way her blush deepened.
"Just solve the equation," she shot back, her green eyes narrowing, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
With a dramatic sigh, I picked up my pen and scribbled down the formula she'd been drilling into me:
x = (-b ± √(b² - 4ac)) / 2a.
"There," I said, holding up the notebook triumphantly. "How's that?"
Her eyes lit up with approval as she glanced at the page. "That's perfect!" she said, her smile breaking through her earlier seriousness.
The genuine pride in her expression made my heart swell. For a moment, I forgot all about midterms, about studying, about anything else but her.
"You're a great teacher, you know that?" I said, my voice softer now.
Her blush returned full force, and she ducked her head, pretending to shuffle through her notes. "I-I'm just... explaining things," she murmured.
I reached over, gently touching her hand to stop her fidgeting. "No, really," I said, my tone earnest. "You're amazing at this, Nyssa. You make it seem so easy."
Her green eyes flickered up to meet mine, and for a moment, the air between us felt charged, heavy with unspoken emotions.
"You're just saying that," she said quietly, though the faint smile on her lips suggested she didn't entirely believe her own words.
"I'm not," I replied, my voice steady. "I mean it."
The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was warm, and comfortable. She didn't pull her hand away, and I didn't let go.
Finally, Nyssa broke the quiet, clearing her throat as she reached for her bag. "I-I think we should take a break," she said, her voice wavering slightly.
"Good idea," I said, leaning back with a stretch. "I think my brain just started melting."