Chapter 5 #2
As if she can read my mind, Gillia shifts, dropping the blanket off her and onto the bed. Fully exposed, I can see every inch of her gorgeous body. It’s like nothing I’ve ever imagined. She’s all woman, but also so much more. Before I can avert my eyes, the plant vines near her thighs thicken.
Instead of continuing to stare, I focus my attention on her calves.
They’re safe. Besides, I’ve been admiring them since I first noticed the mess of tree roots that make up an incredible pair of boots.
I know people who would kill for something with this style and fit, though none of them would have the thick muscles to pull it off.
I touch the rough wood that makes up the boots, following the twists and turns that they make as they wind their way up toward her thighs.
And damn, what amazing thighs they are. Perfectly sculpted, yet soft at the same time. I’d love to be trapped between them.
“Yes,” Gillia whispers.
When I give her a shocked expression, she smiles. She’s either reading my mind or I said that aloud. I’m not sure which one is better.
“Um…really?” I swear I’m not usually like this, going to bed with someone on the first date. But in my defense, this isn’t a date. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse. Either way, I find the courage to give it a try.
It’s a little awkward as I find my way between her legs, but I’m able to find a comfortable position.
I lick my lips and glance down, only to find myself overcome with shock.
The anatomy is not quite what I expected.
It’s close to that of a human woman, but different enough that I’m not quite sure how to start. Or what I should be doing.
“Anything will feel good.”
I raise an eyebrow. From several early bumbling experiences in my own life, I know that to be false.
“Want me to show you?”
I’m dizzy and breathless from even thinking about it, but I manage to pull it together enough to nod. Gillia’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back to her side. Startled, it takes me a second to process how close together we are.
“Kiss me?” she asks. For the first time, there’s uncertainty in her dark eyes. I shift forward, keeping my eyes open until the last second before we meet.
Kissing a dryad is a new experience for me, one I highly recommend. Gillia’s mouth is soft, yet firm. She tastes earthy and sweet, like a fresh-picked berry. When she licks along the seam of my lips, I immediately open to her.
Fuck, that’s good. I’ve kissed a handful of people over the years, but none of them felt like this.
I finally understand what people mean when they say the Earth shifts beneath them.
I always thought it was an exaggeration, a metaphor to tell someone it was good.
When Gillia’s tongue finds mine, I swear the whole place tilts slightly to the right.
I grab for her shoulder, needing to steady myself on something.
She deepens the kiss until I’m almost feverish, feeling like I might come apart at any second.
When she pulls back, I’m gasping for air, yet somehow desperate for more.
My body aches to be close to her again. It’s too much, so I tuck my head in toward her chest to give myself a minute.
Fuck, if that’s kissing, I’m not sure I’ll survive anything else.
“Watch,” she whispers, as though I could do anything but stare at her hand as it settles between her thick thighs.
Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I’m getting to watch this.
Decency tells me to turn away, but I’m captivated.
Nothing short of an earthquake could tear my gaze from the way she strokes herself.
A second later, she moans, the vibration from her chest hitting me and sending a wave of lust down my spine and straight to my core.
“You’re gorgeous.” I’m not great at dirty talk, but I’m hoping it’s enough to reassure her. It’s not a lie either.
Gillia’s hips buck as her finger disappears inside her flower-like mound. Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. “Do you want to help?”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. It takes me a second to adjust my position just enough to peer down at where her hand is moving. When my hand grazes hers, she moves to let me take the helm, with her guiding me to give her what she needs.
She’s wet and soft, the velvety feeling of a soft leaf or flower petal.
A moan fills the air, and I’m not sure which one of us it came from.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before, especially when no one is even touching me.
When I stroke her, she gasps and writhes against me.
I’ll take that as a sign that I’m doing something right.
I continue, building confidence as she directs my exploration.
No one has ever done this for me before, showing me exactly how they like it.
When I’ve imagined it before, I thought it might feel clinical, like walking someone through an instruction manual.
Instead, it’s perfectly intimate. Tucked away inside her tree, all I can hear is the sound of our pants and gasps filling the air.
Shit. I realize a little too late that I’m rubbing myself against her leg. Before I can pull back, one of her vines grabs me by the thigh and holds me in place.
“Use me.” Her breath tickles my neck as I writhe against her. “Yes, make yourself feel good.”
Embarrassed, I want to resist, but I’m too far gone in my own pleasure to be able to stop. I slide a hand into my pants, groaning when I find my panties soaking. Even without a single touch, I’m already close to coming.
I can’t find a rhythm, too caught up in touching Gillia to focus on myself. It doesn’t matter. All I want is to make her come, to hear what she sounds like when she finds her pleasure. Doubling my effort, I work my fingers faster inside her, begging her to fall over the edge.
“Gods,” she calls out before she clenches around my hand. The sensation of her muscles rippling around me as she gasps and moans triggers my orgasm—wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. I press myself close to Gillia, needing something to ground me in the moment.
I come for what seems like forever, the aftershocks racking my body repeatedly. When I relax, I find Gillia looking at me softly.
“My sweet,” she says, “you are so incredible. May I taste you? Please.”
My mouth goes dry. It’s all I can do to manage a throaty “yes” as she dips a hand under my waistband and rubs it against my clit.
I shiver, oversensitive and still coming back to myself.
Before I can say anything else, she pulls her hand toward her mouth, sucking the fingers.
I’m not sure whether to be turned on or mortified.
Either way, I’m too exhausted to do anything but stare at her.
“Delicious,” she says.
I bury my face in her chest again, pulling myself close. Rarely have I ever had a real connection with someone. With Gillia, it’s not only about our sexual chemistry—which is off the charts—but a deep, inexplicable sense of belonging. Though I’m too tired to examine that thought right now.
Gillia grabs the blanket from her side and pulls it over us. It’s only a matter of seconds before my eyelids become heavy and I drift off to sleep again.