14
Olive
After days of flying, resting, and then flying again, we found a good-sized island in the middle of the largest river I’d ever seen. On it sat a little house in disrepair that had obviously not been used in years.
We landed, not sure if it would be for the day or for a lifetime, and that same energy passed through me as had done the first time I sensed Lerin.
This was it.
Summoning my magic, aching to use it after days of not, I fixed the house, so it was clean and made the mattress and bed beautiful and soft like it was new. There was still a good deal of work to do, but for that night it was enough.
After a couple of days, we decided to make the island our home.
I made what repairs I could with magic, and Lerin flew to neighboring cities to pick up supplies so he could contribute in a more hands-on way. It wasn’t perfect, but the run-down house now looked like a pretty new home, and I was happy to share it with him.
In the warmth of the afternoons, we would settle down together on our bed to steal a nap from the heat. Today was no different.
Lerin’s hands were large and hot against my skin as they traveled up the skirt of my sundress. I had no intention of turning him away. I kissed him, slow and sensual, until it grew into something hot and hungry.
In contrast, the rest of my body broke out in goosebumps and chills rose up my spine. His fingers were rough, his nails just sharp enough to feel as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. His lips were on mine, but my mind was focused on every upward motion, every time he got closer and closer to realizing I wasn’t wearing underwear.
I couldn’t find a pair in the entire suitcase, and every movement up my thighs drew him closer to finding out. His fingertips were almost there, so close to discovering my secret. His kisses strayed to my jaw, and then almost to my neck, where he paused.
Lerin’s fingers had made it up past my hips, and there, his touch slowed.
His mouth diverted up to my ear.
I could feel, could hear, his breath against the shell of my ear and I felt like I was vibrating out of myself with arousal.
“What a dirty girl,” he murmured as he found my bare skin where underwear should have been.
I felt humiliated in the best of ways.
He was intoxicating.
His voice reverberated through me as he kept talking.
Slowly, warmly, one of his hands started to slide down from my hip.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. His fingers rubbed me gently, slicking me with my own excitement. “Like a fruit waiting to be eaten,” he teased. Pulling back from me, he made eye contact as he licked his fingers.
“Lerin,” I sighed. I was embarrassed and aroused all in one go, and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. It was overwhelming and addictive.
He kissed me with those lips again, once more, and then pressed me back down onto the bed. His hands pushed my dress up, not bothering with taking it off, and he spread my thighs. Without pause, or much warning, he lowered his face against me.
His tongue was on my clit within moments, leaving me breathless.
“Lerin, yes,” I gasped.
A moan followed the words over my tongue and out into the large room.
Every minuscule amount of contact between us ignited my pleasure like wildfire. Lerin licked my clit roughly, teasingly sucking on it for a moment before swirling his tongue around it again. I could feel my back arching, my lungs striving for air as I poured out more moans and praises.
I could feel him using my ass to push my body more against his face. He almost lifted my hips from the bed as his tongue explored, lapping me up until I was almost sobbing.
I never thought of my ass as anything erogenous, or sexy, but god he made it seem like a work of art as his hands worked it.
My eyes were screwed shut to focus on how good this felt, and I tried not to think about anything else.