57. Aurora
AURORA
Ryse groaned low in his throat and then his big, warm hand cupped my breast, and he began to tease the tight peak of my nipple with his thumb.
The light, teasing caress sent sparks of pleasure through my whole body, and I moaned and arched up, wordlessly begging for more.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Ryse murmured. “Do you like that, little one? You like it when I touch you here?”
“Yes, but I need more,” I moaned. I was beginning to feel like I was on fire—like the desire that had started as a whisper had grown to a roar inside me.
Ryse shifted so he could cup both breasts in his hands and began to tug on my nipples, which made me moan some more.
“Please!” I begged breathlessly, though I hardly knew what I was begging for. “Please, Ryse!”
Ryse seemed to know what I needed, even though I didn’t. One big hand slid down between my thighs to cup my mound.
“So soft,” he murmured, still just cupping me. “Tell me, Auri—has anyone ever touched you here? Has anyone but you touched your soft little pussy?”
“N-no,” I panted. “But why…why do you call it that?”
“A pussy? I suppose because it’s soft and small and likes to be stroked like a cat,” he mused. “Do you like it when I stroke you here?”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped between my swollen lower lips, and I felt him stroking my wetness.
“Oh!” I gasped, my hips bucking as his fingertip slipped over the sensitive little button at my core. “Oh, Ryse, yes!”
“Gods, your soft little pussy is so wet,” he growled softly. “Are you feeling the need to come, little one?”
“Yes!” I moaned, pressing up to meet him—seeking more of his touch. “Goddess, Ryse—please yes, make me come!”
“I will but you have to relax and open for me.” He nodded down to where my thighs were clamped around his hand. “Spread your legs, little one—let me have some room to work.”
I did as he said and watched as his long fingers explored me. Every time he stroked over and around my sensitive little button, I moaned and jerked and nearly closed my legs.
And every time, Ryse would growl softly in my ear,
“No, you have to be a good girl and stay open for me.”
Then he would spread my thighs again and go back to slowly teasing me with his fingers.
“God and Goddess, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he slid one finger deep into my pussy. “And so tight, too.”
I moaned and bucked my hips again. His finger felt so big inside me.
“Please, Ryse…I’ve never…never had anything in me down there before,” I begged softly.
“Don’t worry—I won’t use more than my fingers,” he promised hoarsely, though the way we were laying, I could feel the hard ridge of his shaft pressing against my outer thigh.
I knew I could trust him not to go too far, no matter how much he wanted me, and that knowledge freed me to enjoy his slow caresses.
After he finished exploring me, Ryse settled down to a slow, steady rhythm where he circled my aching button over and over—around and around with one gentle fingertip as I moaned and gasped. I never would have believed that such a light touch could give such intensely pleasurable sensations.
At last, I began to feel myself climbing the peak.
“Ryse…Ryse!” I panted, pressing my hips up to catch his rhythm. “Oh, I’m getting so close!”
“Are you going to come for me soon, little one?” he murmured in my ear. “Good—I want to watch you come while I stroke your soft little pussy. Want to make you moan for me while you come all over my fingers.”
His deep voice and the soft, dirty words were too much for my overloaded senses. With a cry, I began to feel my pleasure break as I reached the peak and tipped over the edge into an ocean of sensation.
“Ryse!” I cried, back arching, toes curling and heart pounding as the pleasure swept through me. It felt so different to reach the peak when it was someone else touching me, I thought. I didn’t know why, but it did. It felt better somehow—more intense. And I never wanted it to end.
Ryse seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
“Good girl,” he growled softly in my ear as I moaned and bucked against his hand. “That’s right—come nice and hard for me. Come for me while I stroke your soft little pussy.”
I don’t know how long he drew the pleasure out, but at last I collapsed, panting and trembling against his chest.
“You all right?” I heard him ask and I looked up to see concern in his golden eyes.
“I…I’m fine,” I panted. “That was…it was better than anything I’ve ever felt,” I admitted at last.
One corner of his mouth quirked up.
“Well, I’d like to take credit, but the after effects of the sweet grass intensify everything. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, though. I know, I did.”
I frowned at him.
“But…you didn’t, er, come at all. You’re still hard…aren’t you?”
I nodded down to the long, hard ridge forming a tent in his sleep trousers, which made it obvious he was still in need.
Ryse shifted and winced slightly.
“I can take care of myself later. Tonight is all about you, little one.”
“But I feel fine now,” I assured him. “I feel so much better.”
He frowned.
“Do you?”
“Well…” I shifted against him. Was the tingling need beginning again? But Ryse had just given me the most intense pleasure of my life—how was that possible?
“Why am I feeling it again?” I moaned, wiggling against him restlessly. “What’s wrong with me?”
“I told you—it’s the sweet grass,” he said. His eyes were still half-lidded as he watched me. “Do you need me to help you again?”
“Yes, please,” I moaned.
And so he did.