Page 69 of The Oracle's Journey

“Oh woah, heeey mmmhmmm,” he murmured as I giggled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … startle you.” I giggled some more, my fearless hand resting on his navel.

“Oh, by all means, keep going,” he said, green eyes sparkling. He folded his arms behind his head. “I’ll behave.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I pouted and let my fingers wander just under the waistband of his shorts.

His hips lifted a fraction, sliding my fingers farther under the waistband, so close to touching his cock. “Say the word, Duchess, and I’ll be as bad as you want.” He crooned the challenge with a wicked, wicked grin.

My eyes went a little wide. I wasn’t the only one feeling bold! Not to be outdone, I slid my hand all the way in to caress the shaft of his cock.

“Holy shit, Emma,” he gasped. Nicolas squeezed his eyes shut and groaned happily while I continued to caress him. I was surprised by how soft the skin was. “Wrap your fingers around it and rub gently. Like that, yes.” His hips rocked against my hand. The expressions sliding across his face were fascinating, and his little groans of pleasure were intoxicating. I was doing that to him. I felt quite empowered, though I sobered a little when I realized we were getting closer to the final steps of the dance. I could hardly lead there.

“Does this mean you’re ready to be inside me?” I asked, suddenly shy.

He moved to roll over on his side so he could face me. “I’ve been ready to do that since you burst into the bedroom, Emma.” He pulled my hand out of his underwear and kissed its palm. “Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer right away, hardly able to breathe. “How do I know if I’m ready?”

“What does your heart say?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid of the pain,” I said, wanting to hide my face in shame of my fear.

He scooted closer and kissed me. “It’s ok, we can work up to it.” He slid his hand between my thighs, sliding fingers through my slick center. I rocked against his touch and shuddered when he rubbed my pearl. “Would starting with a finger or two help?”

“Do you think it would?” My body seemed to like the idea. It thrummed a resounding yes. “Okay.”

Rolling onto my back, I spread my thighs for him. He slid one of his broad fingers inside, and I tensed for discomfort, but none came.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

I nodded and pressed into his hand. “It feels nice.” He moved that finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Unable to resist, I moaned. “Oooh. That feels even better.”

He kissed me again and chuckled. “That probably means you’re ready.”

“Then get your underwear off!” I said, feeling empty when he pulled his hand away to do as I’d demanded. It seemed my body had gotten a taste of something it suddenly realized it wanted and I needed to act before my nerves came back.

He hurriedly discarded his last garment, cock standing proud as he moved over me and positioned himself between my knees. It hadn’t felt quite as big in my hand as it looked now. The butterflies started creeping back into my stomach. He pressed the head of his cock against my slick opening.

I panicked. “Go slow,” I begged abruptly.

He chuckled, shook his head and taunted, “Now you want to go slow.” With a smile, he leaned down to kiss me again. “Of course, I will.” Then he pressed into me, a little at a time, his gaze fixed on my face, as if looking for any sign of discomfort. Once seated, he shuddered and groaned and lost all sense of propriety. “Fuck, Emma, I am not going to last very long. Are you okay?”

I beamed up at him, feeling deliciously full and absolutely delighted. “No pain.”

“Thank the goddess,” he sighed and started moving against me.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt that wonderful sense of rapture building within me again. He rested his forehead against mine and held me close. My senses shattered once more as I came along with Nicolas. He shuddered, and we gasped together before relaxing into a pile of sweaty tangled limbs.

“Gods,” I chuckled into his shoulder once we settled in to cuddle, “no wonder they wanted to scare me away from wanting this. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You’re like no other,” Nicolas said into my hair. “Truly, I feel like I’ve made love for the first time. All I did before was to learn how to ease you through tonight.” I peeked up at him and noticed that his expression held a little awe, a little disbelief. I got the distinct impression that he felt like the luckiest, manliest man in the world.

I giggled then kissed his throat. “I’m grateful. Let’s do it again?”

He laughed then. “Already? Aren’t you a demanding goddess,” he teased. But I felt his cock pulse and press against my belly. His eyes widened in surprise, then a sly little grin spread across his face. “Well, then. As you wish.”

CHAPTER 28

---