Page 42 of My Fated Minotaur Hero

“No, this is the ritual of Kalen wanting to caress, explore, feel and lick every inch of your incredible body.”

I instantly feel a warmth spread across my flesh as a zing of pleasurable heat blooms deep in my core. I feel my sex grow wet.

“Oh ... um, well that works too.”

He chuckles again. So much for feeling completely empowered and owning my sexuality. I feel a blush coming over my body. No one every desired every curve as he does.

Worships.That’s what he is doing.

Another surge of wetness hits me as I feel his strong, rough hands gently taking hold of my feet.

Oh, I see.

He wants to toucheverypart of me. He begins to massage my soles, his thumbs pressing into the arches, sending shivers up my legs. I moan softly as pleasure washes over me.

"Oh, Kalen," I breathe, my voice filled with longing. "That feels incredible."

I am completely surrendered to being pampered as he continues his journey up my legs, his hands caressing every muscle, every contour. As I lay on my back, I feel his handscoming up to grip my thighs, first one and then the other. His touch is both gentle and firm, as he kneads the tension out my muscles. I can’t help but gyrate my hips as caresses to either side of my soft and yearning lady parts. But no matter how I try to twist my body, he only teases. He brings both hands to grip one leg, and then the other, his fingers gripping tantalizingly close to my sex as he massages my inner thighs. Again, I try to get him to touch me there, but he only pulls away, continuing his exploration up onto my hips and now waist. I arch my back, my hands pressing into the bed and he grasps my hips now, but only to apply a heavenly pressure across the muscles there.

As I drop back my body is on fire, feeling him now grasp one arm and then the other, pulling out the tension of my latest inter-dimensional travels ... or whatever they were.

I still have no clue.

I push all thought out of my mind.

My brain tries to interject.

I need to make a list of my favorite places to be touched ...

Liv ...

I surrender again to this pleasure. It is almost like torture.The waiting. He already has me so hot I can barely take it.

He is gently caressing at my shoulders, and now either side of my breasts ...

Oh god! Please just take em in your hands and squeeze them already! Now, do it now!

I am not sure if I am pouting, as he is now tracing gentle circles around my bared chest. My nipples feel like hardened little pebbles.

I feel a fresh thrill shoot through me as his breath comes hot on my nipples. And then the faintest lick. I try to press it up into his mouth, but he is gone.

I want to pull him on top of me, but I am actually enjoying this too much. To be completely seen. To be ...

Cherished.

It’s intoxicating in and of itself.

I feel his hand on my belly, again, rubbing lower. And lower still. His fingers trace down toward my waiting pussy, and dodge to the side, only to caress my inner thigh. I must be dripping.

“Roll over Fuzzy,”

I giggle. That’s a nickname I would have never seen coming before the events of the last few days. That’s for sure.

As I roll on my belly, I am immediately rewarded with his strong hands firmly on my back. But then he pauses for a moment.

My face is buried in the pillows but I turn to find where he has gone. But before I even have a chance, he is back on me, and I realize what he was doing. I can feel his powerful legs as he kneels on either side of me. I feel his heat radiating from his naked sex even as he sits back over my legs as he practically floats his hands down my back, sending a wave of shivers throughout my body.

I press my ass up toward him as he grips, rubs and massages my naked flesh. Again, he grips my thighs, one at a time, this time his hands pressing right up against my core. He must feel how ready I am for him. He strokes me there at that tender flesh. Now I am beginning to pulse my ass up at him, spreading my legs as best I can to better entice his touch. I am not disappointed as I feel him begin to stroke at my clit with one hand even as I feel what must be his thumb beginning to explore my opening.

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