The first touch of her sex was nothing but a passover that had her crying out for more. The second was a slower shift. The third was a -
She shot her hand down and covered his, pushing him against her heat.
His moan was unexpected, suggesting that the feel of her might have made him orgasm himself - yes, she could tell by the way his body spasmed that he had found another release, his hips jerking beneath the blankets in a way that made her think of penetration.
Repeated, vigorous penetration.
"Tohrment. . . " Her voice was ragged, her brain clogged, her body the only thing that was clear on anything.
It was a while before he could answer her with something other than heaving breath. "Are you okay?"
"Help me. I need. . . "
He brushed his lips against her breast and inched his hand away. "I'll take care of it. Promise. Just a little longer. "
She didn't know how much "longer" she could stand before her body blew apart.
Except then he taught her that there were even greater heights of frustration.
Eventually, the rubbing started just as it all had, slowly, lightly, a tease rather than a bona fide touch. But thanks be to the great Scribe Virgin, it didn't stay that way. As he subtly increased the pressure at the top of her sex, she was reminded of the way he had pleasured himself in the clinic, his hands pushing down at his hips, his body creating friction until something snapped and the pleasure crested -
The orgasm was more powerful than anything she had ever felt: Not even the pain she had known at the hands of the symphath came close to the pleasure that bucked through her lower body, reverberated up her torso, and echoed out to the tips of her fingers and her toes.
She knew earth. She knew the Sanctuary.
But this. . . was heaven.
Chapter Thirty-Two
As No'One orgasmed, Tohr's cock released again, the feel of her slick sex and her hips jerking and her voice crying out putting him waaaaay over the threshold: She was wet; she was open; she was ready for him.
She was luscious.
And as she rubbed herself against his hand, he wanted his mouth on her and his tongue up inside her so he could swallow what he had given her.
In fact, if she hadn't been locked against him so tightly, he would have moved into position right away, heading down her body and finding her with his lips. But there was no going anywhere at the moment. Not until both their rides were over and their muscles had unlocked from their bones.
Except. . . she didn't let go of him.
Even after her release had passed, her arms retained their shockingly strong hold on his neck.
When she started to shake, he felt every tremor.
At first he wondered if it was the passion returning, but it was quickly obvious that wasn't the case.
No'One was crying softly.
As he tried to pull back, she just gripped him more tightly, tucking her head against his chest and burrowing in. Clearly, she wasn't afraid of him, or hurt by him. But, God, still. . .
"Shh. . . " he whispered as he put his big palm on her back and began circling in gentle strokes. "It's okay. . . . "
Actually, that one was a lie. He wasn't sure if anything was okay. Especially as she started to sob in earnest.
Given there was nothing he could do but stay with her, he dropped his head close to hers and yanked the duvet off his legs to cover her up and keep her warm.
She cried forever.
He would have held her even longer than that.