Page 74 of Ash and Feather

“If I was trying,” I told her, “then I might have done something more likethis.”

Her mouth formed a small ‘o’as I lifted my hips slightly upward, just enough to let the softness of her collide more fully with my growing hardness.

“And I would have told you to strip off all that unnecessary clothing for me,” I added, “because it was impeding our ability to practice.”

“Impeding it, hm?”

“I need to be able to feel the heat of your skin,” I said, slipping a hand beneath her shirt, “so that I can properly gauge your fire.”

A corner of her lips inched up at this last part, eyes lighting with mischief and desire. Without taking her gaze from mine, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving only the thin, supportive undergarment underneath. That garment hung haphazardly, one of its straps dangling off her shoulder. Her breasts nearly spilled from it, stiffened peaks pressing through the silky fabric and begging to be touched.

I brought my lips to her shoulder, kissing along the path where the strap should have been while reaching to slide the other one off as well. Then I rolled the entire thing farther down, leaving her breasts fully exposed and pushed upward.

I cupped one breast, lifting it toward me as I bowed my head so I could trace the velvety tip with my tongue. As it hardened more completely, I took it in my mouth, sucking as slowly and teasingly as she’d sucked the tips of my fingers a moment ago.

She leaned back, adjusting the angle of her body so my mouth could more easily reach her. The movement shifted her hips as well, sliding her center over my stiffened cock. I felt a throb of need go through her, and my mouth grew rougher in response, sucking harder and scraping teeth over her pebbled, aroused flesh.

Her mind was racing again. And again, I tried not to intrude on her thoughts…but I still caught flashes. Visions ofus intertwined. Ideas that caused her blush to deepen, and rushes of need that might have been hers, or mine, or some combination of both.

“We could use the connection our minds seem to have to our advantage, you know,” I said.

“How so?”

“Use your imagination.”

“Walk me through it, instructor,” she teased.

I brushed my knuckles across her cheek. “If I can see what’s going through your head, then I’ll know exactly how you want to be touched.” My fingers swept lower, down her neck, along the curve of her chest. “Tasted.” The word drew her toward me. Our mouths collided once more, and her hips rolled eagerly against me as I sampled that taste with my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

Her breaths grew more shallow. More needy. I slid my hand between her legs. Even with her bottom half fully clothed, she still shivered with pleasure and anticipation, her hips working even harder to find a rhythm that would meet the need burning more and more strongly within her.

I matched her strength and speed with my own caresses, curling my fingers and penetrating her, cloth and all.

“And most importantly,” I said, emphasizing the words with small but powerful twitches of my fingers, “I’ll know exactly how you want to be fucked.”

Her head tilted back. Her eyes closed as she breathed slowly in and out; she seemed to be concentrating on trying to draw out the pleasure of the moment for as long as possible.

“Yet another advantage of this whole divine business,” she said.

I laughed, planting another kiss on her exposed throat.

She looked down at me as I drew my mouth away, her eyes smoldering, her cheeks flushed. “So if you actuallytryto see andhear my thoughts, do you think we can clearly communicate in this way?”

“Most likely.”

Her smile turned mischievous once more. “So I could imagine anything I wanted to…”

I lifted a brow. “At your own risk.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning if you start putting ideas in my head, I can’t guarantee I won’t act on them. I only have so much self-restraint.” I repositioned my hands on her hips, holding her more firmly against me as I added, “And you’re already sorely testing it, sitting in my lap like this.”

A familiar look crossed her face—the slightly parted lips, the wild gleam in her eyes, the determined set of her jaw. The look of a challenge accepted.

She lifted herself slightly from my lap, shuffling backwards until she was at a better angle. She balanced there as her hands moved along my sides, sliding down, fingers fumbling with my clothing. Unbuttoning my shirt. Unbuckling my belt.

I relaxed my mind. I was not actively trying to keep her thoughts from it, but not pushing them out, either.

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