She pushed me atop her bed. I bounced a little, the mattress under the thick white comforter quite firm.
As she slunk toward me on hands and knees, the way her breasts hung down, the way they swayed with her motions…
I didn’t even know she had breasts that spectacular before tonight. And now I can’t break my gaze free.
She rested an elbow either side of my head and planted a kiss just long enough for me to savor those luscious thick lips before pulling up to speak. “I require you to further inspect the house’s ‘dormer,’ as you put it.”
“Was the prior inspection insufficient?”
“Oh, it was…” She put a palm on each cheek, kissing my mouth from one side to the other. “Quite expertly done…” More kisses, wet enough that my face chilled where her saliva evaporated. “However, as you pointed out, there is a sensitive architectural feature within that requires constant attention.”
“Does it?”
“It is a critical duty of a consort.” She tilted her head, revealing that crooked smile.
I glided a hand through locks of her short hair just above her ear. A few spots slightly damp. “I am beginning to suspect you are making some of this up.”
She licked her lips. “In that case I would invite you to read our house’s Codex Erotica, when I take you to meet my family.”
Meet her family?
I practically melted at the words, my mind missing the other part of her statement for several seconds. “Your house’sCodex Erotica?”
“Um-hum.” She bit my ear, making a cute little chomping sound. “Unfortunately it is written in old elvish.”
Which only historians these days can read. Irubbed the back of her neck. “Is it illustrated?”
She exhaled a throaty breath on my neck.“Extensively.”
Encircling my arms around her chest, I intended to pull her atop me, but she didn’t budge, and I instead lifted myself up to her. “You’re strong.”
“As are you. I have every confidence you shall adapt.”
“Dormer inspection. Now.”
“Are you giving orders? To a Baroness?”
“No. You told me the Baroness was your mother. And I have no intention of inspectingherdormer.”
She gazed down at me, head shaking lightly, smile wide. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
I released my grasp, my head and torso plopping the short distance to the bed. I traced a finger along her brow, pushing locks of her hair aside. “Skill, not luck. You’re amazing, Sephimara.”
“And you, Theo.”
She lunged forward, pinning my arms under her shins, hips splayed wide enough that her folds parted. Lingering just a few seconds… to give me a view? she thrust her hips into my face, insistent on another thorough inspection.
I apparently conducted this one to her satisfaction as well, as she panted for nearly a minute after I’d completed it.
She dimmed the lamps a little more, returning to bed with a glass of water, which she hand fed me,propping up my head and shoulders while putting the thick glass to my lips.
It was crisp, sating, better than any wine I’d ever had.
Might have been the way it was served.
“All joking aside, of all the stereotypes about elves and nobles, you… you represent the best of them.”
“And all it took was a little water.” She took a sip from the glass and set it on the nightstand. “You provincials are far too easily impressed.”
