“Stroke the outside of your pussy, but don’t forget your honey well,” he said softly. “Slip your fingers deep inside and explore yourself, sweetheart. Let your body know what it feels like to be filled.”
“It feels good!” Elli moaned, doing as he said. “Oh, Roke—it feels really, really good.”
“Of course it does, sweetheart.” He leaned over to press a brief but passionate kiss to her lips. “It feels good because the Goddess built our bodies to experience pleasure. It’s all right—keep touching yourself—let the pleasure build.”
Elli didn’t know if she ought to do as he said, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself now. Her fingers were wet with her juices and they slipped so naturally in and out of her well and then slid all around her aching, throbbing secret spot as the pleasure built and built inside her…
Something was missing though—something she knew could make her pleasure even better…
“Roke,” she begged breathlessly, looking up at him. “Roke please could you…would you touch me the way you were at Supper tonight?”
“Touch your breasts, you mean?” His eyes glowed faintly with lust in the dimness and his big hand hovered just above her chest.
“Yes.” Elli pressed her breasts up eagerly—shamelessly—moaning as the tight peaks of her nipples brushed against his palm.
“Of course I can, sweetheart—if you really want me to,” he murmured.
“I do,” Elli admitted. “I really do.”
“I will, then,” he promised. “But only over your nightdress so you don’t feel guilty later.”
Guilt was the last thing on Elli’s mind at the moment. As Roke began to stroke and tug her nipples, she continued sliding her fingertips around and around her secret spot. She felt like there was a wire deep inside her belly—a wire that was getting wound tighter and tighter and in a minute it was going to snap.
Elli wasn’t sure if the wire snapping would be a good thing or a bad thing but she did know she couldn’t stop now. She felt compelled to keep going as the pleasure climbed higher and higher, building to some unbearable height.
“Roke,” she gasped as she writhed under his touch. “Oh Roke, I feel…feel so close to…to something.”
“Coming. You’re close to coming, sweetheart,” he rumbled reassuringly. “It’s all right—just go with it. Just let yourself come and have that release we talked about.”
“I…I don’t know—Ahhh!” Elli gasped. For the wire inside had finally snapped and she felt as though every muscle in her body was clenching with unbearable pleasure at once. “Oh! Oh, Roke!” she cried, bucking against her own fingers below and his above, which were still teasing her nipples. “Oh Goddess, it feels so good!”
“Of course it does. It’s supposed to.” Leaning down, he captured her mouth in a long, hot kiss.
Elli kissed him back passionately. She had never felt such pleasure before—and never felt so close to another person. It was as though she had been locked out of a beautiful land for years and then Roke had come along with the key and opened the door to let her into it.
“Ohhhh…” She sighed. The pleasure was ebbing now, though little tingles and sparks still ran through her. She was finding that her secret spot was more sensitive than ever—almost too sensitive to touch.
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand from between her legs. To her surprise, Roke caught her by the wrist.
“May I taste your juices, little priestess?” he growled softly, nodding down at her fingers which were still wet with her honey.
“Oh, I…I guess so,” Elli said blankly. She wasn’t sure why he would want to do such a thing but if he really wished to…
Roke sucked her small fingers into his hot mouth, lapping carefully as though he wanted to get every last drop. At last, when her fingers were completely clean, he let them slip from between his lips.
“Fucking delicious,” he growled and then leaned down to kiss Elli again, feeding her the taste of her own honey on his tongue.
To Elli’s surprise, it was delicious. Moaning, she kissed him back eagerly and would have done more if Roke hadn’t pulled back.
“Enough, sweetheart.” His voice was hoarse with lust. “Scoot over and let me out for a minute, will you? I need to visit the fresher.”
“You do?” Rather reluctantly, Elli moved over to let him out of the sleeping alcove. She had thought by the way he was kissing her that he might teach her even more about enjoying her own body.
But the big warrior seemed to be in something of a hurry.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he murmured, giving her another swift kiss.
Then he was gone, leaving Elli to lie back on the mattress as the pleasure ebbed gently away, leaving a sleepy heaviness and a surprising peacefulness in its wake.
Twenty-Four
Gods, how he wanted her!
The minute Roke made it to the fresher and closed the door, he ripped down his sleep trousers and fisted his aching shaft. Then, with the sounds of Ellilah’s soft cries of pleasure echoing in his ears and the taste of her honey on his lips, he stroked himself until he came.