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GATHREN TYPICALLY ONLY had an orgasm one way and was with one finger gliding over the very tip of her clitoris, a gentle sort of glide, not too much pressure, just a tiny amount.
She could do it if she went back and forth or up and down or in circles, but she had never had an orgasm like that, where basically nothing was touching her clitoris.
Well, that wasn’t true, because her clitoris had felt trapped between his thigh and her pelvic bone and she’d been very aware of her clothing, which had been a pleasant pressure all around her sensitive places, all around, in all sorts of places besides the tip of her clitoris, in all sorts of inside places, places that had all seemed to wake up and swell and make that entire part of her body so very, very sensitive. She had never felt anything like that.
Certainly, men made a great deal of noise about her breasts.
They liked the look of them and they always wanted to see them, and they even liked to spend a cursory amount of time examining them, suckling them, tweaking them.
And then they abandoned doing anything to her except trying to coax her to take their cocks.
She had not been with a great many men, it was true. Well. Six.
Was that a great many?
All of them, however, had been so very much the same as each other as to have convinced her that men were simply a certain way in bed.
There was a pattern and there was little variance from it.
Men wanted, from the beginning, to put their cocks inside her, and they weren’t much interested in waking her up or getting her ready or excited. They just wanted to fuck.
The fucking wasn’t much about her. She was just there, and they were doing it on her, and it was essentially always like that.
This…
Iahir was sleeping next to her, head tilted back, pretty elfin lips parted, his golden hair splayed over his pale forehead, entirely naked, entirely uncovered and he had not even managed to make it inside her.
There had been one man she had taken up with more than once who was wont to lose his erection, and he would always be quite, quite embarrassed about it, but also very insistent that it be reawakened.
Not overtly, perhaps, but she could tell that the man wanted to be hard again, wanted to fuck her, would be devastated if he couldn’t achieve it, and she had gotten good at coaxing him for his own sake.
Then she’d felt guilty for not wanting to take up with him again and had probably acquiesced to letting him share her bed again a few times out of that guilt.
But it wasn’t because of his flagging cock, truly, it was because of the extra emotional labor that came along with reassuring him in addition to giving him pleasure, and all of this without much consideration for her own pleasure.
But Iahir had gone slack-jawed when her binding fabric came away and had been mesmerized and intrigued and had driven her half out of her mind with the way he’d touched her breasts.
She really had begun to think that she might crest just from his fingers rubbing her nipples, because it felt so incredibly good, and she had been edging towards a crest like a wave trying to froth for some time when he pulled her down to straddle him.
And then she’d started rocking herself against this thigh only because it felt nice, not because she thought she could actually get herself to tip over that way.
But the orgasm had just happened, blossoming through her like a sweet purple spring flower, and she’d never been so surprised or happy about something in her life.
She’d never had an orgasm with a man before.
And then he didn’t even fuck her.
She gazed down at him, asleep there, his cock now soft.
His cock really did seem too big for the rest of his body.
It was long and thick and even now, even soft, it lay there against his thigh and it looked too large next to his slender limbs.
He was wiry and accented here and there with fine bits of blond hair.
He looked pretty, she thought, but pretty in a masculine way, and she liked looking at him, could probably look at him all day, really, all the time, just spend all her time sitting there and watching him talk or move or tell his stupid jokes or smoke that pipe of his or—
Oh, I am in love with him.
Her throat felt tight.
Fuck, fuck, what am I going to do?
Her gaze swept him.
And, as if in answer, his cock jerked a little.
She bit down on her lower lip, looking at him there.
His cock jerked again, as if it was aware that she was looking at it. Slowly, but very clearly, his cock began to thicken and straighten. Iahir’s breath hitched in his sleep and he thrust his hips a little. His erection strengthened.
She remembered this before, in the inn, watching him there, looking at him, and thinking that it would be wrong to touch him in his sleep, but now…
Well, she also remembered back in the capital, how she had shamefully touched herself and imagined putting her mouth on him.
And his cock, it was, well, it was as pretty as the rest of him.
His shaft was pale, but the tip of him was pink and swollen.
The little opening there at the tip of him seemed to give her a knowing look, like an eye, like it wanted to wink at her.
It wanted a kiss, didn’t it?
It would be better to do it while he was asleep anyway, because if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t have to communicate that to him. She should just try it out, she thought.
Decided, she arranged herself so that she could get her mouth at him.
At first, she simply pressed her lips against the very tip of him.
Iahir’s breath hitched again. He moved his hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against her lips, demanding entry.
So, she opened her lips and let him slide in a little, just taking the head of him in her mouth, letting her tongue slide over his skin. He was very silky here, and she had to admit the taste of his skin was intriguing and not unpleasant.
She sucked a little, but only gently.
He thrust again, and she suddenly had a mouthful of him. It startled her, but it wasn’t bad either. She liked that, and as he began to cant his hips, letting out little sighs in his sleep, she arranged herself to accommodate him comfortably.
This was arousing her, the way he was fucking her mouth in his sleep. Something about it, it was a bit transgressive, but in just the right way. She moaned, applying her tongue as his cock slipped deeper into her mouth.
And then his movement stopped.
She looked up to see that his eyes were open.
“Warrioress,” he said in a hoarse voice.
She only hummed around his cock, sliding down on him, taking him deep.
He groaned. “What are you doing?” His voice was tattered.
In answer, she moved her mouth against him.
“You’re a naughty warrioress, are you then?” he breathed. “You like sucking elf prick? Like that in your mouth?”
She moaned out her assent, moving faster against him.
He gasped, shutting his eyes. “Are you going to swallow me, warrioress? I’m close. I was too aroused before, and now I’m riding the edge, and if you don’t move off, I’m going to fill your mouth with my release. Is that what you want?”
She would have thought she did not want that, but something about the way he said it made her want it, want it in that same, bothersome, transgressive way that she had liked sucking him in his sleep, and she moved deeper onto him, clamping her lips tight around the base of him as she took him right down her throat.
He let out a strangled noise, and he shivered and there were goosebumps on his belly, just under that trail of blond hair that went down to join the hair above his cock, and then her mouth was suddenly being filled with something thick and salty and she swallowed and swallowed, instinctive, and it wasn’t really unpleasant, actually, not at all.
“Oh, Oirhil save us both, Gathren, you’ve just done that.” He was all astonishment. He yanked her up, pulling her off of him as he softened, and began to kiss her earnestly, his tongue in her mouth and she wondered if he could taste himself there.
She clamped her legs around one of his and rocked herself into him like before.
He put one of his long-fingered hands to her backside and urged her close, holding her against him.
She moaned, grinding herself into him, and it felt lovely.
But she could tell… she wouldn’t… she needed more. Impulsively, she jerked her hips back and pressed a finger in between her folds. She let it squirm there, and her pleasure started to build.
“Can I?” he whispered, fingers joining hers. “Oh, no, don’t stop, let me feel what you’re doing so that I can do that too.”
She kissed him. That was so smart of him. She tried to show him just what she liked with her fingers, and he learned it, moved just along with her, like she showed him, and while she was concentrating on that the pleasure began to multiply, growing more and more intense.
She climbed steadily, gasping, and it was hot and it was just there, just out of reach, until it was exactly in reach, the heat overtaking her pelvis—so hot, so bright, so intense.
She hit her peak with a little cry, and she spasmed against his fingers and her fingers and his thigh and it was just lovely, just wondrous, just good.
She started to laugh. It was a helpless kind of bubbling joy. “Why is that so easy with you?” she gasped.
“What?” he said.
“Finding my pinnacle,” she said. “I’ve never done it in front of someone before, and now you, twice—”
“Truly? Never?” He was very serious.
She felt embarrassed. She tucked her face down.
He ran his fingers over the back of her head, over her braid. “Gathren, Gathren, you…” His voice went ragged. “I love you.”
She moaned. “I love you, too,” she said into the bed. “It’s a disaster.”
“Mmm, is it?” he pulled her against him. “I suppose it is, at that.”
She moved her face, offering him her mouth and he kissed her and she kissed him, and she had never felt like this before.
“You really should not have done that,” he said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would mind,” she said. “But I know I did not get permission from you, and—”
“No, I didn’t mind, obviously, but you can’t have enjoyed that.”
“I did,” she said. “I have fantasized about it before, actually, fantasized and touched myself.”
He gave her a very astonished look and then he kissed her again, a long and thorough kiss. “You’re wonderful.”
She laughed.
“And I will do it for you. You’ll instruct me, warrioress, and I’ll learn, and you’ll tell me if I do anything wrong, and—”
“Not now,” she said. “Right now, I can’t.”
“Not now,” he said. “But we’ll do this again.”
“We haven’t really done it yet,” she said.
“Right,” he said. “So you will let me.”
“I did let you. You wanted to go to sleep!”
“I just… it seemed so daunting. You’re…” He pushed himself up on an arm. “You’re like this goddess, Gathren—”
“I am not!”
“I never thought I could possibly have a woman like you, and now I’m realizing that I haven’t been preparing myself for it, and that I have squandered all the time before you in the worst ways possible, and I’ve done all manner of things that would make you not want me, and I could curse myself for not being a better man for you.
I’m so sorry I’m the sort of man who has cock sheaths, who thinks about transmitting diseases, who—”
“It’s all right,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s all right. I don’t care about that.”
“Shouldn’t you?”
She reached up to touch his face. Right now, she had come on his fingers, felt him come against her tongue, and she was swimming in their intimacy. Right now, she did not care about much. “I don’t care at all, my lord.”