but you respond. Spread your legs wider."
Again, she did as she was told, her mind numb as her body vibrated with what she now knew was sexual tension. The knowledge fit into place with what was happening to her.
Koda reached up and pulled the knuckles of his gloved hand across her erect nipples. His touch was feather light.
She moaned.
He moved his gloved hand between her legs and pressed a finger inside her. It slipped in with ease. Her body moved, muscles tightened around his gloved finger. She moaned again.
"Do you want me to stop, little one?" he asked.
All she knew was her need. She needed this massive warlord. She needed him to – give her release. He removed his finger from inside her.
"No," she whispered.
"No, what?" He said.
"No, do not stop," she whispered.
He pushed his finger back inside her, filling her.
Her muscles clenched his finger as she moved her hips to accept him. He pressed his thumb to the swollen part of her and began to massage. His movements were slow and gentle. He moved his finger in and out of her wetness as he watched the expressions cross her face. Her breathing irregular, she panted and gasped for air. She went up on her toes and tried to move her legs wider to allow him better access with his gloved hand. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand.
"Touch your breasts. Pinch your nipples," he said.
She complied much faster this time, whimpering as she moved her thumbs across her nipples while he continued to massage her and press his finger in and out of her core.
She moaned and her back arched as he added a second finger.
"Look at me," his voice was husky.
Claire did not want him to see her face, her need, but neither did she want him to stop. She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, trembling when she could not hold back her small whimpers of pleasure and need.
"Now tell me girl, do you wish me to stop?"
"No," she whispered, "Please, please do not stop. I need."
"What do you need girl?"
"I need – release, please."
He smiled and increased the rhythm of his hand as he continued the pressure of his thumb massage on her throbbing center. When he curled his fingers inside her, she made a sound in her throat. He reached behind her with his other hand to help keep her steady. Like a dam breaking, she came apart. Her back arched, her breasts felt as if they were on fire. It felt so good.
She was helpless, shattering into a thousand pieces. The orgasm rolled through her, over her, around her, out of her. Her need for contact with his gloved hand held her in place as her hips jerked and everything within rushed out like a star going supernova. She turned her face up to the ceiling of the tent as her body bowed back. A cry tore from her throat.
She stayed on her feet as the last of the orgasm jerked her body and raged through her. Moments later, she felt a twinge deep within as she bent forward, panting, trying to regain her breath and her thoughts. Her legs were shaking. She supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. His skin was hot, smooth, corded with muscles beneath the smooth surface. Touching him let her see what she looked like to him. She felt his satisfaction at having brought her to climax.
Claire looked down into his eyes. Slivers of blue ice, the expression in them chilled her.
The wetness between her legs ran down the inside of her thighs when he removed his gloved hand.
"I'm so – so sorry." Shyness caused her to hide her face and cover her breasts with her arms and hair.
"Come here, girl." His voice was soft, warm honey. She was enveloped by his voice, wrapped in a cocoon of soft intimacy.
She let him pull her down. Still shaking from the intense orgasm, she thought she might faint.
He pulled her into his lap and held her close, his mouth beside her ear. "Do you still think yourself a non-sexual creature?"
"No," she whispered in wonder. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her face so close... She kissed the side of his neck, instinct
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley