21 Penny #3
He rubbed it again and I sucked in a long, needy gasp. “No. Not painful. It feels—”
I swallowed my words as he stroked me again, his fingers teasing my entrance.
He continued that way for a while, kissing me slowly.
Carefully. With each pass of his fingers, my body began to awaken, every little nerve singing in pleasure.
Sparks of desire were dancing in the pit of my belly, waiting to be set free.
I began to rock against Thilar’s hand, seeking that pinnacle.
It was so close, dangling just out of reach.
“I want to see you come undone. I want to feel it this time,” he said. “What do you need, Penny? Tell me what I must do.”
“Put your fingers in me,” I muttered. “Please.”
He did not hesitate. Those two fingers that had been circling my entrance suddenly delved inside, slipping in as deep as he could go. I threw my head back with a moan only to feel Thilar’s other hand cup over my mouth.
“You must be silent,” he whispered. “I do not want to answer anymore questions about us. I want this to stay here. In this room.”
I nodded and he released me, pumping his fingers a few times, gentle and slow. I pressed my lips together, unable to keep my breath from coming in short, ragged gasps as he continued to massage my bud. His motions were expert. Gentle but deliberate.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He drove his fingers deeper, hastening his pace.
I wanted to bury my face against his chest so he could muffle the cries that ached in my throat.
My body was screaming for release. A release that was stampeding toward me too quickly.
I peered up into his feral, green-gold eyes to find him watching me.
Reading me. His gaze darkened as if the pleasure was written all over my face and I had no doubt it was. I could hardly keep myself together.
I bit my lip, trying to withhold any sounds I wanted to make, until I felt it.
My walls were crumbling and behind them was blinding, startling pleasure.
More than I had ever been able to accomplish on my own.
More than that moment in the arena. This pleasure was truly ours, witnessed only by each other.
My mouth fell open in a silent moan as my body unraveled.
I felt my walls pulsing around Thilar’s thick fingers and as my release crashed through me, his thumb continued to flick and circle my clit in torturous and delicious gestures.
I wanted to cry out, but instead, I bent my head forward, my teeth biting into Thilar’s shoulder to mute my shuddering wails.
Everything from my toes to my head was floating on a cloud.
When my climax began to fade, I could feel my body becoming flaccid and heavy with pure satisfaction. Not once had I considered giving myself that fulfillment. My body craved Thilar and his heated touch pleased me too much to settle for my own.
Panting, I opened my heavy eyes to look up at Thilar as he slowly withdrew his sopping fingers from my body. Carefully, his molten gaze still on me, he tugged the hem of my oversized nightshirt down over my bare bottom and straightened it with his palm.
I was speechless. Spent. But the way he was looking at me was so full of hunger, I had to gather myself to say something.
“Are you alright?” I breathed.
“I am,” he said. “I am savoring what you look like right now.”
“What do I look like?”
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, Penny. I find myself wishing to give you this kind of pleasure again. Always. In as many ways as I can.”
“What about your pleasure?”
“Mine does not matter. I will deprive myself forever if it means watching your cheeks blossom with color like this,” he said, stroking his thumb across the side of my face.
“Thilar,” I whispered, my belly fluttering with need again despite only just finding an orgasm. “What’s happening?”
“It doesn’t matter right now. You came here for sleep. Let me help you get it.”
“How can I sleep after that?”
“It will be easy. I can see exhaustion in your eyes. Roll over.”
He gently nudged me, turning me on my other side so my back was pressed to his hot chest. Then his legs bent around me, fitting him against me like a puzzle piece, his arm coiled around my waist and pulling me deeper into his embrace.
Instantly, a wave of calming, wonderful heat blanketed my entire body.
I sighed with relief and sank into him like molasses.
“Oh my God.” I practically moaned the words.
A low, quiet chuckle rose from his throat. Using his bicep as a pillow, I closed my eyes and breathed deep, careless that I needed to bathe after the mess he’d created between my legs. That was the moment I remembered just how tired my body was and I could not move if I wanted to.
“Sleep, Penny,” he whispered into my ear, his thumb rubbing softly along my forearm.
Before I could come up with any other excuses as to why I was not complying, my body surrendered. Not only because I needed rest, but because with Thilar, I felt safe. Safer than I’d ever felt. Sleep came easy.