He let her nipple slip from his lips and looked up at her.
“You’re close to reaching a release, lovely one. It’s all right—just let go and let yourself come.”
As he spoke, he slipped two long, strong fingers deep inside her tight channel and let his thumb continue the work of circling and stroking her aching clit.
“Oh…” Mia threw back her head and moaned. The Satyr Kindred’s deep but gentle penetration as he rubbed her clit was the final straw. Suddenly the need and desire that had been building inside her seemed to overflow and her body started clenching everywhere as streams of electrical pleasure coursed through her.
“Oh!” she gasped again. “Oh, God!”
“That’s right, Mia,” she heard Storn murmuring. “I can feel you coming—come hard for me, lovely one. Coming around my fingers while I stroke your beautiful, smooth pussy. Come for me—let your pleasure overflow. Let yourself find release.”
His deep voice speaking those soft, hot words in her ear as he stroked and penetrated her, caused another overflow of pleasure and Mia was gasping all over again.
An orgasm—I think I must be having an orgasm! She thought deliriously to herself as she felt her inner walls grip the big Kindred’s long fingers tightly and spasm after spasm of pleasure washed through her.
She had thought that orgasms were myths—or something for other women, younger, freer women who were pretty and happy and self-confident. But she had never dreamed that she—plain, plump Mia—could ever have one.
“Oh!” she gasped, clutching Storn’s broad shoulders, her back arching as the incredible sensation swept through her. “Oh, God! Oh…oh!”
The big Satyr Kindred stayed with her, stroking her clit and pumping her pussy with slow, deep strokes until at last Mia collapsed, panting, with her head on his shoulder. Emotions were coursing through her, feelings too big to understand or to fight.
“I…I…I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she confessed in a trembling voice. “I…” But she couldn’t go on because her next words turned into as sob.
Storn drew his fingers gently out of her and pulled her close to his broad chest, wrapping his big, muscular arms around her and holding her while she cried.
“It’s all right, lovely one,” he murmured, rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s all right—let it out.”
Mia didn’t know why the tears were coming to her eyes or why her breath hitched with sobs. It was as though the pleasure he had given her had freed some of the pain lodged inside her like a stone—a heavy weight that had been dragging her down for a long time. A weight that had been with her since that long ago prom night when Hank had hurt her for the first time…and then kept on hurting her every day of her life ever since.
Storn said nothing about the sudden storm of tears. He just rubbed her back and rumbled soothing nothings in her ear, letting her know it was all right to cry…letting her know he cared.
At last Mia felt all cried out and empty inside. But not in a bad way, she reflected to herself. It was more like she’d gotten rid of something that had been holding her down, filling her up with pain and hurt. Now that knot—that stone—was gone and it had left an empty place in her soul.
I know who could fill that place, whispered the wistful little voice in her head. I know who could make you feel whole again.
Mia pushed the thought reluctantly aside. She and Storn had only met in person for the first time tonight. It wasn’t realistic to think that he would want to stick around indefinitely and fill the hole in her heart. Was it?
Also, she couldn’t quite believe what she had just done with him. Though they hadn’t really made love, it felt more intimate than anything she’d ever done with Hank. More real somehow. And certainly more pleasurable.
“Are you well, lovely one?” Storn rumbled, interrupting her somewhat chaotic thoughts. “Do you feel better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Mia made herself sit up. Sniffing, she swiped at her eyes. “Sorry about that. I…I didn’t mean to cry on you. I don’t even know why I did. You…you made me feel so good and then I just…” She shook her head, at a loss for words.
“You had a physical release and then an emotional release followed,” Storn said, reasonably. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Am I correct in believing that you have never had a release before? An orgasm?”
Mia felt her cheeks getting hot as she nodded.
“I…I was raised in a strict family, so I never, uh, dreamed of giving myself one,” she admitted in a low voice. “Then after Hank and I got married it was like…like that part of me died. Or maybe it just went to sleep.” Shyly, she looked into his eyes. “I think you woke it up tonight—that part of me that could…could have a release. That could even want to have one.”