Nephilim and the Nun novel Chapter 27

Quinn:

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when the almost quiet monas of Rhea sailed into my ears. I listened carefully as the sounds continued. Apart from the almost quiet whimpers, the scent of her arousal hijacked my sensitive nostrils, heading straight to my cock.

Is she having a wet dream? That was my first thought.

My cock stirred in my pajama pants at just the thought of her dreaming of being fucked by me.

I managed to complete brushing my teeth and washing my face in record time. I strode into the bedroom, expecting Rhea to be dreaming but the sight before me had me frozen in place, my cock hardening instantly.

Rhea was on the bed, legs spread wide with her hands between them. Her eyes were closed while her mouth was parted as soft whimpers escaped her lips. My eyes were glued to her soft pink pussy lips that were spread open with her fingers, glistening from her juices.

Her fingers were rubbing tight little circles on her clit. The addicting scent of her arousal dominated the room, crowding my senses. Led by intense lust and the desire to be responsible for her pleasure, I talked to her and grabbed her hands, pulling them off her pussy.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped on seeing me. With my eyes holding hers, I lowered my mouth to her fingers that were dripping with her juices. Enveloping them with my mouth, I sucked them clean, swirling my tongue around her digits.

A tinge of red stained her pale cheeks, traveling all over her face but she didn't look away from me. She focused her attention solely on me while I made love to her fingers.

When I finally pulled them from my lips, I pinned her hands above her head, covering her body with mine. My free hand trailed down her body. I circled my fingers around her clit, rubbing it furiously. Her quiet moans soon became loud whimpers, bouncing off the bedroom walls. 

Her moans coupled with the chirping of birds outside sounded like music to my ears, soothing me.

I continued rubbing her clit till she was at the brink of orgasm then I pulled my finger away. Bringing it to my lips, I licked it clean. All the while, her eyes watched me. They were filled with lust and want, begging me to give her the release she craved.

"I own your pleasure baby. If you want it, you gotta ask". I whispered in her ear, biting her ear lobe.

She whimpered in response but I climbed out of the bed.

"We have work to do. Meet me in the kitchen". I told her, walking towards the door. When I got to the doorpost I turned towards her. "Do not make me come back here to get you".

The rebellious spirit in her wanted to flaunt my orders and continue pleasuring herself to orgasm but her curious mind wanted to know what work I meant.

A few minutes later, she trudged into the kitchen while I was having my first cup of coffee. Ignoring me, she moved towards the coffee maker to brew a cup for herself. I'd left the sugar and cream on the kitchen island for her, knowing she'd need them.

I watched her add them to her coffee while ignoring the urge to haul her against me, seal my lips to hers, and continue what she started in the bedroom. 

The scent of her arousal that was still hovering around her wasn't helping me. But then, there were important things to discuss.

It was my next line of action In executing my plans.

"What work do we have to do?" She finally asked after taking the first sip of her coffee.

"You need to take me to your home. I need a picture of your mum".

"why?" She asked with furrowed brows, setting her cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter.

"It's part of my next plan. I want to send them to Elliott".

"Ohh, okay". She picked the cup of coffee from the counter and continued sipping from it. "When do you want to go?" She asked after a while.

"Now"

"Okay".

As soon as we downed our cups of coffee, we changed our clothes and apparated from the cabin into Rhea's home. We appeared in the living room of the little house she shared with her mom.