She lay beside me, we kissed again, lips wet from the drink.
She continued, “I am simply concerned for the well-being of my beloved consort.” Reaching lower, she clasped the long fingers of her hand around my manhood, whispering in my ear. “You will be losing considerable bodily fluids over the next hours.”
“Not that I’m complaining, but you said several hours when we started. Some time ago.”
“ ’Tis winter. The days are short. That missing time must go someplace.”
I pulled the back of her hand to my lips and kissed. “Your explanation falls short of the scientific excellence our academy expects, but I accept it.”
She drew her knee higher, inner thigh gliding up my legs, gifting warmth as it did. “Your leniency is appreciated.”
We gazed at each other several minutes, Sephimara half atop me, exchanging caresses, longglances at each other’s bodies in the dim light.
She placed a palm over my heart. “Theo, in all seriousness. You have truly been a gift to me. I do not take such things lightly. Do you have any special desires?”
I smiled. “There’s an expression. The best gifts bring as much happiness to the giver as the recipient.” I glided fingertips along her side, following that delightful hourglass her present posture accentuated. “But to be equally serious, your statements of ‘spending significant time within House Arazniros,’ and ‘losing considerable bodily fluids’ covers my desires quite nicely.”
She gazed back, her hand over my heart, lightly kneading my chest.
I continued, “I know, us provincials and our simple desires.”
“Well then, the main parlor of House Arazniros eagerly awaits your visit.”
“I leave the details in your capable hands.”
She nuzzled her nose against my cheek. “Who said anything about using hands?”
The comment melted me, her every word seeming to delight my intellect or passion.
Or both.
She slid atop me, pinning my wrists to the bed in a fluid motion.
Truth be told, her actions weren’t bad either.
As she adjusted position, the heat from her hipsquickly centered itself over my manhood. Her subtle motions accentuated those already captivating hips, and the expression on her face shifted from a bemused playfulness to a primal relief as the sensation of wetness joined that of heat. She gave a few slow, experimental thrusts, her folds seeming to fully envelope my length. “Does that meet your satisfaction, darling consort?”
I nodded, eyes closed, suddenly wishing to reverse my earlier quip about time. I’d gladly spend an hour just like this. “House Arazniros has the most delightful veranda I’ve ever encountered.”
Her green eyes glowed, that devious playfulness on full display in her gaze. “A house unable to provide shelter to guests prior to entry into the parlor would bemostuncivilized.”
She began rocking slowly, my manhood fully enveloped in her folds, though occasionally offering a tiny glimpse of the tip at the apex of each stroke. I tensed my abs, tried to lift my hips to match her motion.
As the minutes passed, her expression shifted from playful to primal. She tilted forward a bit more, now totally concealing my manhood within her, though I could feel the tip brush inside her clit hood with every stroke. Her breaths grew stronger, deeper, deep enough that I felt every exhale on my face. I yearned to cup my palms around her hips. Or her breasts. But she had my wrists pinned… and honestly that was pretty good too.
As she lifted herself upright, I could see the tension in her face, eyes pressed shut, jaw clenched, breaths hissing between her teeth. “I believe… that the main parlor… is eager to receive its guest.”
And the guest is… eager as well.
I briefly considered a quip involving balustrades, but simply nodded instead.
She bit her lip, slowly adjusting hip position until she caught my tip at her entrance… yet pushed no further. She released my wrists to slowly lift herself to vertical.
“Wow. You weren’t joking about not needing hands.”
“House Arazniros welcomes guests in its…” She tipped her head. “Not guest. Permanent resident.”
I liked the sound of that.
