Chapter 9 #3
Ellard rolled his eyes but his mouth refused to follow through, smirking instead like an actor from a bad space trope comedy. “Did you wish to continue exploring or would you like to ride me?”
“Don’t rush me. I want to do both.” And she set about her explorations, her fingernails scraping over his chest, darting tendrils of enjoyment across his skin. Innocent touches. Brazen touches. She progressed down his body, rubbing her butt against his erection.
“How long is your hair?”
“It reaches halfway down my back. It was longer but the length became a problem when I wanted to train with the others. Camryn cut it for me.”
“I’d love to see it loose.” He trembled at the thought of the silky locks sliding over his bare skin.
“When we have a chance, I want to share the sanitizer with you.” She glanced up, and Ellard caught a flash of dimples. “Jannike says—”
“No! Please, not my brother’s sex life.”
She giggled, her teasing a warm balm to his soul.
After repositioning herself, she curled her fingers around his cock.
She explored him thoroughly: his shaft, the sensitive head, and his rapidly hardening balls.
In secs, lust simmered through him, her touch flammable and pushing at his restraint.
With great effort, he remained prone, but he trembled under her attentions.
Even when she moved on to massage the muscles of his thighs, his feline wriggled and pushed and urged him to take control. Wouldn’t happen.
“The thing that I’m discovering about touching is that it resembles one of those weapons with double-edges.” She glanced up. “I want you inside me.”
“I’m yours.” The words, while corny, rang with truth. This innocent slip of a woman had lured him in, and he’d followed like Jarlath’s prized cambeest trailed Keira.
“So this riding thing. Quick instructions, please.”
Amusement came quick, digging into his cheeks.
If he wasn’t careful, this happy expression might become a permanent thing.
He couldn’t function as a soldier with a smiley face.
“Guide my cock to your pussy and push down. Take me inside you. Rise and fall. Experiment with the angle until you find one that gives you pleasure.”
“What about you?”
“I get to watch you, your breasts, and your face. I’ll enjoy every sec.”
A tad awkward, she clambered into place. Slowly, slowly, she took him inside her wet heat. “Ooh,” she whispered. “I like that.”
Another of those uncharacteristic grins flirted with his mouth.
Such concentration on her face. She rose and slid down, finding her rhythm.
Pleasure roared through him, both physical and visual.
His eyelids grew weights, but he fought the urge to close them.
Instead, he watched the bounce of her breasts, the tightness of her pink nipples.
His balls became heavier, tighter, even though she’d barely started.
With each word, each action she ensnared him deeper, battering down every one of his objections.
As he watched, she slid her finger over her clit, the move grazing his shaft and one taut ball.
Such a joy to watch. She bore no pretense, just open joy and curiosity, a love of life.
Given her story of her father, that dumbfounded him.
She’d blossomed in spite of her odious parent.
Another nudge of her finger over his shaft shifted his attention, and the swivel of her hips almost did him in. “Do that again. Please,” he added before she could remind him of his manners.
“Not yet. I’m enjoying the slow build.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
Her giggle held pure enjoyment, and he decided waiting wouldn’t kill him. Instead, he watched her smile, the curve of her breasts and the lazy up-and-down movement as she rode him. Phrull, she was a vision.
He relaxed as much as he could and let the sensations frisk his body as they willed. The layers built one on top of another, thick pleasure in a mind-blowing stack. His cock became sensitive, so sensitive he thought he would detonate.
“I want to hold on to this feeling,” Gwen blurted. “The way I feel now.”
He wanted that too.
“But I can’t,” she wailed and came hard.
Ellard squeezed his eyes shut and exploded, the spasms continuing for long moments, each ripple of her flesh, igniting a twitch from his cock.
She drew in a sharp breath and fell forward until she lay on his chest, not even flinching at the renewed flutter of wings in the treetops above. “Amazing.”
“Yes.” A picture of his future, one with Gwen, flashed through his mind. Phrull, he couldn’t think of anything he’d like more.
“Do we have other positions we can try?”
“I’m sure we can come up with a few.” Ellard smiled. “I need a rest though.”
Gwen yawned. “Me too.” She drew back and parted their clammy bodies. “That was amaz— Who the hell are you?”
Ellard bolted upright to stare in the direction Gwen indicated. Two pale waifs stared back, their long, straight hair and faces as white as their garments.
“How long have you been there?” Gwen demanded. “Did you watch us?”