Page 21 of Whispers of the Water

My skin ignited under his lustful eyes, and my center throbbed hot as he drank in the sight of me. The cold air hitting my parted legs made my already sensitive desire heighten, and I squirmed beneath him, desperate for the incessant ache to be satisfied.

Sensing my impatience, his gaze flicked back up to mine, and he leaned forward as his hands blazed a trail back up my legs and along my inner thighs where they came to rest, his thumb inching dangerously closer to my heated core.

He smirked, and his voice came out husky. “So wet.”

His thumb struck, just grazing across my throbbing clit. The sensation produced a sharp exhale, one that came out before I could stop it. Pleasure seized me tight as he moved his thumb in a slow, tantalizing circle, and I gripped the sheets beneath me in tight fists. My hips started to rock against his finger of their own accord, and soft moans left my parted lips.

Rune leaned down, cupping my cheek with his free hand. “Shh, those sounds are mine. Don’t let anyone else hear you,” he purred.

A grin graced his mouth as he moved his hand from my jaw to trail a path along my bottom lip. He pressed his thumb along the seam of my mouth, and I bit down on his finger in an effort to keep my sounds at bay.

A greedy fire lit his eyes as he watched me sink into the pleasurable abyss that his one digit caused me. His own need was still very much present, and in the back of my mind, I wanted to know if I was able to make him feel the way he was making me as his thumb continued to graze teasingly along the edge of my clit.

“Do you really want me to teach you?” he questioned in a low voice.

He slipped his thumb free from my lips enough for my breathless response. “Yes. Please, yes.”

“What do you want to learn?”

Another circle along my wet, throbbing core.

I moaned out my approval, and my eyes fluttered shut. “Everything.”

Circle and a sharp gasp.

“I want to learn everything.”

Circle and a strangled moan.

“I want to learn you.”

He stopped.

My eyes snapped open and met his. I opened my mouth to protest the sudden absence of his touch when he leaned down. His lips merely skimmed mine in a sensual tease as he whispered, “Lesson number one.”

He gripped my hips and moved his warm hands to my inner thighs. He parted my flesh, his breath against my sensitive core eliciting a shiver along my spine. I watched him as he looked up from between my legs. The intensity of his eyes held me in place as I felt the first flick of his tongue against my throbbing need.

A fire erupted in between my legs, sweeping every part of me in pure ecstasy. My head fell back, and I groaned against the pure pleasure swarming my entire body. His tongue was relentless in its pursuit, and my legs quaked from the building pressure at my core. With every up and down flick of his masterful tongue, my breath hitched, and electricity zipped across my middle, making me tingle and ache in the best way possible—in a way I never knew was possible. I tightened, curled, throbbed, and then erupted as my climax forced breathless gasps from me.

Pleasure still gripped me tightly as Rune sat up. His eyes were glazed in pure want. He gripped his large shaft, which glistened with drops of desire, and I watched him in utter awe as he pumped himself over top of me. His breath became labored as he neared the edge of a cliff, and in moments, he fell into the waves of bliss, grunting as cum spilled from him and onto my bare stomach where my shirt had ridden up.

He collapsed next to me, both of us still fighting for air. Never in my life had I felt pleasure like that, and my heart was hyper aware of the fact that Rune and I had just crossed a line neither of us could come back from.

And I didn’t want to.

Rune already had my heart, even if he wasn’t ready to give into that or put a label on what we were. There was no regret to be found. Just the opposite. I was happy. My head resided in the clouds, and my body warmed from the inside out, all because of him. I couldn’t possibly contain the bliss that filled me to the very brim after sharing something so intimate with him.

Rune took a deep breath and sat up on his elbow to peer down at me. Admiration clouded his eyes as he looked at me, and his mouth curved in a lazy grin. “Wait right here.”

My eyes were glued to his well-rounded ass as he retreated into the bathroom. The shower clicked on, and after a few minutes, Rune reappeared, hair dripping wet, rivulets of water dripping down his chest toward the towel wrapped around his waist.

He sat down on the bed with a warm, damp washcloth, and my heart leapt into my throat as he began to clean me off. His movements were slow and gentle, and he took care to be thorough. I didn’t know someone could touch me with so much tenderness, and when I searched his face for some sort of hint as to what he was thinking, all I found was devotion in those amber eyes.

If there had been any doubt in my mind before on whether or not Rune felt the same way as me, there was none left now. I could see his feelings in his gaze, feel it in the way he touched me, and hear it in his voice. I didn’t need the declaration of love from his lips. Because, really, what were words in the grand scheme of things when actions so clearly spoke another language? His actions showed me all I needed to know, and I was beyond content with that for now.

Smiling with my head still stuck in the clouds, I said, “If that was lesson number one, I’m going to need to prepare myself for lesson number two.”

Laughing, he used the towel around his waist to dry me off. “Good thing we have plenty of time for you to get ready.”

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