Eleanor’s mouth parts and I can see she wants to say something, but she decides to stay silent, her scent getting stronger and her heart racing underneath my touch.
I glide a finger toward her nipple, drawing concentric circles around the bud until a stiff peak forms underneath her camisole. “I’ve had dreams about these. Wondering what they’ll look like, wondering what it’ll take to get them hard, wondering what they’ll taste like in my mouth.”
Eleanor almost hyperventilates as I give her other breast the same attention, her eyes flicking between my face and my fingers.
My hands skims down her stomach, and she sucks in her belly, the action making me pause. “Why did you do that?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Eleanor mumbles, not quite meeting my eyes.
I turn her face back toward me. “I can’t see anything that could possibly be embarrassing about any part of you. There’s not one thing I’d ever imagine changing. To me, you are perfect.”
“Fuck,” Eleanor says, her hands reaching for me. “You’rethe perfect one.”
I raise my brows. “Did you get your happy ending yet?”
“No?”
“Can I continue with my story?”
Eleanor lowers her hands again, answering sheepishly, “Please.”
Slowly, my hand drifts over her hip and I cup her ass, relishing how good it feels to knead her flesh. “This ass, Eleanor. This is… I don’t know if I have adequate words left to explain it.”
“You don’t need any more words, Beck. Please just don’t stop touching me.”
Something about the way my name sounds makes me hesitate. It doesn’t feel right, not with Eleanor when we’re together like this. Not when this means so much more to me, when Eleanor means so much more to me. I want her to call me by my real name, the way she used to do.
Letting my vulnerability show, I ask quietly, “Can you call me Shinsu? Please?”
Eleanor lifts a hand to cup my face, something like adoration shining in her eyes as her thumb brushes across my cheek. “My sweet Shinsu, of course. And can you call me Nori again?”
I fold my fingers around hers. “Nori,” I breathe out, her name a prayer across my lips. “My beautiful Nori. That feels so good to say again.”
Something settles between us, like the right key slotting into a lock after searching for it all your life.
I swallow hard as my eyes stay locked on Nori’s, a deep understanding passing between us as I skim my hand down her thigh. Nori licks her lips and parts her legs, inviting me for more.
Ever so slowly, I move higher, until my fingers touch the seam of her underwear. Scales appear on my arms and along my torso, but for not a single second do I allow them to distract me from the beautiful woman in front of me.
Nori and I breathe in unison, every breath shallow, our hearts beating as one, as I glide two fingers over her soaked panties.
“Shinsu, please,” Nori begs, one hand on my cheek, the other on my chest, looking just as desperate as I feel.
“I’ll never deny you.” I kiss her palm and dip my hand underneath the fabric.
Keeping my eyes locked with Nori’s, I glide my fingers lower, finding her wet and needy.
Nori gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as I slowly sink two fingers into her drenched core. Getting to see her like this is a gift I don’t take lightly. Earlier in the kitchen, things might have moved fast, but this here is an experience I want to cherish.
“Show me what you like,” I say as I lean down, rubbing my nose along hers, my voice holding a pleading quality I hardly recognize.
Nori arches into me and her hand grabs the back of my neck, holding me to her as sweet little whimpers fall from her lips, her enjoyment of my touch sending ripples of satisfaction down my spine.
“Shinsu, yes,” Nori moans as my thumb finds her clit, her grip on me tightening.
The way my name sounds when she says it makes pride I’ve never felt for the weighty title flood my veins, and a desire to reclaim its meaning and make it my own burrows into my heart.
I lean back only far enough for our eyes to meet and hold, reading every minute cue, monitoring her scent, her heart, her breathing, and her face as I draw tight circles around the swollen nub until Nori is clawing at me, her hips rolling, asking me for more.
