She spun to face me, a hand lightly on my shoulder, head tipped up a little as if in thought. “An astute observation. Itisrather like being knighted.” She tapped her chin. “Although there is considerably more sex involved.”
“I love you, Sephi.” The words just came out.
She smiled, put her other hand under my chin to lift, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “And I, Mister Theodore Thistlewood, love you.”
What had my life become?
Amazing, that’s what.
She straightened and began shimmying out of the dress, tugging the silky fabric down off her shoulders, over her breasts, exposing a taut belly, those hips…
I slumped back till my thighs rested on my calves.
The dress slid down her legs to the floor.
Snapping my jaw shut, I blinked as I gazed at Sephi’s lovely legs, now fully bared. From the muscular curve of her calves to the thickness of her thighs to the way it all swept into the swell of those hips.
“Is there a problem, Mister Thistlewood?”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head.
“You agreed to call me Theo in private.”
She nodded sharply. “Correct. Theo. I was afraid you might grumble about having rather a lot to wash.”
I shook my head. “I’m quite pleased to take on that particular task. That is, as long as you don’t grumble about my taking too long with it.”
She patted my shoulder. “My darling Theo. You have proven yourself brave, resourceful, and true. I have every confidence in your ability to wash…” Her eyes narrowed as a grin spread across her lips. “Every. Last. Bit.” She tapped her tongue against her teeth and lips as she spoke the words. “Of my hot, wet, naked body… with exemplary diligence and care.”
Hearing that precise, crafted speech used in such a way would have dropped me to my knees. Fortunately, I was alreadyonmy knees. “Your confidence in my humble skills is appreciated.”
Her panties and brassiere matched the rich greenof her gown. She fidgeted with a clasp at the back, and before I could soak in all the lacy details, she slid her brassiere off to reveal…
“Your breasts,” I choked out.
She’d never worn anything remotely revealing on top, and while I had seen her curves, I hadn’t appreciated just how…
“Yes, elven ladies do have breasts. Rather necessary for the whole child-rearing affair, you know.”
“They’re…” Big. What? No! That’s a crude way of putting it. Magnificent? Overly formal and non-specific. Luscious? Uuugh, that’s terrible! It makes you sound like a, like a—
“Theo?” Her voice came softer, more tentative than usual.
My gaze flicked back to her eyes. “Yes?”
“You don’tmindbreasts, do you? I quite enjoy having mine sucked, and was rather looking forward to you—”
I lunged forward, mouth encircling her right nipple as my arms snaked around her waist, locking my body against hers.
“Oh! Excellent.” Her fingertips glided around my ears, twining through locks of my hair until she’d cupped my head in both palms. She cooed out a pair of contented whines, kneading my scalp lightly as I savored the contrast of soft skin and an increasingly firm nipple. “Have I mentioned initiative and enthusiasm among your fine points?”
“Umm?” I traced my tongue along the little bumps of an areola big around as a lemon, and far sweeter.
“Actually, darling, you don’t have to answer now.” Her body stiffened a little as she sucked in a sharp breath. “In fact… suck once for yes and twice for no.”
I traced circles around the dimples at the base of her hips with my middle fingers as I relaxed my jaw to draw more of her breast into my mouth.
