“Yes,” she whispered. “I ache, Roke. And I was thinking…”
“Thinking what?” he prompted her gently, as she paused uncertainly.
“Well, I was thinking about how…how you healed my arm and took away the pain before…before we went to the Bathing Grotto.” Her soft, sweet voice was coming out high and breathless, betraying her desire—as was the delicate feminine scent of passion rising from her
Roke raised his eyebrows at her.
“You mean you want me to lick and suck your sweet little nipples and take away the pain?”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“If…if you don’t mind?”
“Hell no, I don’t mind,” Roke growled. Now that she had finally asked him, he was eager to do what he’d been dreaming of. He was just glad that Ellilah had found a convenient excuse for the two of them to follow their natural desires.
Leaning over her, he sucked the first pink, puffy nipple between his lips and laved it with his tongue. Ellilah gave a little gasp of pleasure and pressed up to meet him, pushing more of her nipple into his seeking mouth. Obligingly, Roke took as much of her breast between his lips as he could and sucked hard.
He was rewarded by her soft little fingers in his hair and the sound of her moaning his name. Roke felt a shiver of lust go through him as his shaft hardened in his sleep trousers. Gods, he loved to hear his name in that sweet, bird-like voice of hers! He sucked harder, loving the taste of her skin and then switched to the other nipple, torturing it sweetly while she bucked and writhed under his mouth.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw one of her small hands slipping down her belly to cup her soft little pussy mound. Letting the nipple he’d been sucking slip from between his lips, Roke reached down and caught her by the wrist.
“Hey now, little priestess—what do you think you’re doing?” he growled, looking at her sternly.
Her green eyes widened in fear.
“I was just…I thought…thought you said it was all right to…to touch my secret spot?”
“It is—most of the time,” Roke told her. “But tell me this—is your ‘secret spot’ throbbing and aching right now, like your nipples were?”
Her eyes widened again—this time in understanding.
“Yes, I guess so,” she admitted. “But you wouldn’t want to…to try healing me there would you?”
There was nothing Roke wanted more at that moment than to sink to his knees and bury his face between her thighs. But he tried to keep the eagerness from his face and voice, not wanting to frighten her.
“I would very much like to heal you anywhere you’re hurt, sweetheart,” he told her gently.
“Even…” she bit her lip. “Even my secret spot?”
“Especially your secret spot,” Roke assured her. “If you’d like, I can heal you there now.”
“You can?” She asked, her eyes going wide again.
He nodded.
“All you have to do is spread your thighs for me and let me open your soft little pussy with my fingers. Then I can lap your sweet Goddess pearl and get my tongue deep in your hot little honey well.”
“Oh!” Ellilah looked at him with trepidation. “You want to put your tongue there too? Inside me?”
“Don’t you ache there, too?” Roke asked softly. “Doesn’t your little pussy throb to be filled?”
“I…I guess it does,” she admitted softly.
“Then let me fill it,” Roke told her. “I can’t fill you with my shaft, but I can with my tongue. So spread your thighs and let me in, little priestess. Let me lap open your soft little cunt and tonguefuck you until you feel better.”
“But when will I feel better?” she protested innocently, even as she spread her thighs for him.
Roke was already kneeling beside the bed and arranging her so that her legs were hanging off the side.
“When you come,” he said and leaned down to taste her soft, trembling pussy for the first time.
Thirty-Three
Elli gasped at the feeling of the big warrior’s hot, wet tongue sliding between her outer pussy lips and finding her aching core. She had never felt anything like the sensation of him lapping slowly, deeper and deeper into her, slipping his tongue into her inner folds and then laving the aching button of her secret spot.
“Oh!” she gasped, reaching down to slide her fingers through his thick, black hair. “Oh, Roke!”
Her only answer was more licking—the sensation of his tongue sliding delicately around and around her aching button and then slipping down to find the entrance of her honey well.
Elli bucked her hips up as she felt him enter her. His tongue felt different than his fingers had—hotter but still incredibly good.
Shouldn’t be doing this! Shouldn’t be letting him, whispered a guilty little voice in her head.
He’s healing me—that’s all, Elli told herself, pushing back against the guilt that was trying to ruin her pleasure. I have to let him—have to be open enough to let him heal me and make the ache go away!