Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“No,” he says, voice soft. His fingers dance down my back, then up to my shoulder again. “I’m saving my kisses.”
Well, that’s irritating. “For what?”
“Special occasion,” he murmurs, and presses his mouth to my clothed shoulder. It’s not entirely a kiss, but it’s not entirely not one either. I’m about to ask what he considers that brush of his mouth, if it’s not a kiss, when his hand skates down my side. It trails along my thigh, his fingertips light and grazing, and he finds the hem of my nightgown.
His hand slips under it and he begins a slow caress back up my leg, towards my pussy.
My breath catches in my throat.
Drawing tiny circles on my skin, Kalos moves his hand up…and up…and touches me between my thighs. I’m not wearing panties as they don’t seem to be much of a thing in this world, and I didn’t feel naked and exposed until just now. I gasp as his fingers part the cleft between my legs and skate downward into the wetness pooling there. He finds the entrance to my body and traces a circle, then glides back up to my clit and traces another circle there.
“So wet,” he whispers in my ear. “I like that.”
“I thought…we…weren’t…kissing,” I manage to choke out between touches. It’s like he knows just how to caress me, and it’s a struggle to speak between each teasing, wet circle drawn around my clit. I claw at the blankets with desperate need, jerking my hips as he touches me.
“This isn’t a kiss. This is just a little appreciation. This is me wanting to make you feel good.” He rubs his face against the crook of my shoulder, my neck, and moves in to gently bite my ear. “Now be a good girl and be quiet, else you’ll wake up the monk.”
I bite down on the corner of the pillow and spread my thighs a bit more for his touch.
“Now, should I make you come?” He teases into my ear, even as he frames my clit between two fingers and rubs both sides of it. “Or should I leave you wanting?”
I growl into the pillow.
“Thought you’d say that.” Kalos licks a stripe along my ear, then nips at it again. “I can feel you quivering under my hand, Elsie. Does it feel nice? Should I sink my fingers into that pretty cunt of yours and make you want my cock?”
Oh god. His naughty words make me clench deep inside. I manage a nod, because yes, I want that very badly. I want to come so hard. It’s been ages. Even back home, I’d only manage a furtive masturbation session in the shower when I wasn’t exhausted between jobs. It’s been years since I had a date, and even longer since I’ve had honest-to-goodness sex. Having this moment with Kalos feels downright decadent.
And it makes me greedy for more.
“Let’s see if you’re any wetter,” he whispers in my ear, his weight pressing me into the mattress even as his hand pushes deeper between my thighs, fingers dipping into my core. “Yes, you are, aren’t you? I can hear just how wet you are.”
His thumb finds my clit, and I have to bite into the pillow even harder to keep my cries silent. I bury my face in the pillow even as my hips frantically buck against his hand, desperate for release. I need this. I need this so badly. The sultry, almost sullen whispers of the god in my ear just make things that much sexier, and when I come, it’s with a limb-quaking, vision-blurring intensity I haven’t felt in ages.
It’s so good.
I gasp for air against the pillow, now wet from my biting, and aftershocks tremble and twitch through my legs. I float down from my orgasm, luxuriating in the release. Man, I needed that.
Kalos tucks me against him again, rolling our bodies back in the bed until I’m pressed against his side once more. His hand possessively covers my pussy, still wet with my climax. I slide my hand back and cup his neck, dazed. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I’ve been waiting months to do that.”
“You could have done it at any time.”
“If I’d had the ability, aye. But I didn’t until now.”
Thanks to Apathy, that is. He didn’t have the energy or the drive because of his Aspect. I don’t think I realized until just now what I’ve been missing out on. I tilt my face towards his in a silent request for a kiss, but he just pats my pussy. “Go to sleep, Elsie. There’s time for more later.”
“You don’t want me to touch you? Make you feel good, too?”
“Later,” he reassures me. “This isn’t about demanding that you touch me. This is just me enjoying you.”
Sounds good to me.
It’s morning. I work a mortar and pestle, crushing leaves and grinding them into a paste. “And this is good for a fever?” I ask Omos, double-checking my work. “I want to make sure before I write it down.”