Page 46 of Tales of Earth and Leaves

“Is it true?” he asked, not letting go of the territory he had gained between my legs, even though my hand pressed tightly over his. “What your friend said?” His breathing burst in rapid fire and his fingers restarted their circling motion, ignoring the pressure I sustained over them. I knew that whatever my answer, they would react accordingly. Even though he was close to my core, he would not cross the barrier unless I allowed it.

My body begged for him, tense and expectant, demanding more of his touch. Goosebumps scattered onto my skin from the desire to have him continue whatever he was planning to do to me.

“Yes,” I murmured and before letting me finish the single word that escaped my lips, his fingers followed their course onto my folds and started caressing my inner thighs with decisive movements, expertly reaching and tantalizing me so deeply that a moan escaped my lips. That seemed to unravel whatever composure was left in him and made him throw himself into the bathtub with me, placing his body behind me in a swift movement. He made it so that I found myself sitting in between his spread out legs, my back glued to his chest.

Within a heartbeat, I understood why he wanted to change into this position, as he grabbed my breasts in both hands, squeezing and caressing the nipples while his mouth bit and scraped on my neck.

I undulated onto him, curving my body downwards to give him better access to me, angling my neck as one of my hands buried itself into his locks. He kissed and licked from the shell of my ear onto my shoulder, his sharp exhales tickling my skin and sending more heat downwards, into the area that had been left unattended.

Deciding the wait was long enough, I interlocked my fingers with his and dragged his hand downwards, towards where I wanted him to be and touched the area with both our fingers, showing him that he could access it and do whatever he wished.God, I hope he would.It only took him a few moments to take control, his long fingers sweeping up and down and in circular motions deep within my folds until I felt slickness on his fingers while heat squeezed into my insides.

I angled more of myself onto him, to give him better access and as soon as I did, his fingers penetrated me, making me gasp with pleasure. “Yes,” I moaned while shivers flanked my slit all around where he was touching deep within me. He groaned into my ear as a second finger joined and started to move in and out, deep into me, slightly curving into my core to find the spot that would completely make me shatter.

And oh my god, he did. I felt his fingers scraping at the inside of me while his mouth sent tickles into my ear. The sensation was too much, I quivered all over and wanted to escape, so I moved upwards to force his fingers out of me but, in one quick movement, his other hand tightly pressed around my hips, keeping me in place on top of him, his fingers moving with rapid movements over that soft spot.

“Ansgar,” I breathed out in protest and hope, but he clutched me closer and pinned me to him, making me feel his hardness pressing at my back. Pleasure roared through me. I felt him so hard for me and I pressed my ass into him, letting go of the shred of control I had left, relaxing so completely that my entire weight rested onto the hand that was pumping eagerly, forcing my hips to move up and down with the push. I let my head fall onto his shoulder and my body onto his, abandoning myself to the pleasure. Ansgar’s fingers pulsated into me so abruptly that they moved me into him, up and down, up and down, while my ass rubbed against his hardness with the same rhythm.

I sensed the pleasure building up, my core barely able to contain it as the pulsations of his movements vibrated through my slit and inside of me. He could feel my rugged breaths and with one abrupt throb, he made me shatter into thousands of pieces with his name on my lips, deep and hard until everything went dark and pleasure was the only thing that mattered. He let me ride it out until my heartbeat calmed and my tense muscles relaxed over him. Until he let go and returned to kissing my neck. His fingers released me and caressed upwards onto my stomach, leaving a trail of slickness on their path.

I turned to face him and found him smiling, the fae threw me a satisfied manly smirk as if what he had done was the greatest achievement of mankind. I wanted to say that I’d had better but it would have been a lie and I experienced a feeling of gratitude for one of the best and most spontaneous orgasms of my life.

So I remained quiet and smiled back. Suddenly, his lips released themselves onto mine and without warning, he twisted me over so that I laid fully on top of him, my weight pressing upon his abdomen and my core rubbing upon his hardness. Were it not for the pants he kept on when he jumped in the bathtub, he was perfectly positioned to enter me. His lips crushed mine, his tongue inundated my mouth with the rich taste of him. I pushed one of my hands over his pecs and dragged it lower onto his abs, making it descend onto the line of his pants, excited and ready to grab the hardness that tortured me with delicious pressure.

I did not have the chance to feel it fully under my hand, let alone touch it when he stopped me abruptly, electrified by the feeling. I tried again and this time, his hand gripped mine into a halt.

“Don’t,” he whispered, though his voice showed more desire than he was leading on. His breath echoed ragged with anticipation, yet he pulled my wrist tightly to stop any movement downward.

“I want to,” I clarified in case he thought that I might feel obligated to do it after the dance his fingers had performed. I wiggled my hand for emphasis, like I could lengthen my fingers and be able to touch the firmness that craved my touch.

“Please, don’t,” he murmured and shifted back, forcing me to move along with him and changing positions to angle me sideways and block any intent I had to.

“I can’t contain myself with you,” he moved his head from side to side, taking in the image of me.

Without giving me a chance to speak or protest, he leaped out of the tub, leaving me by myself in the lukewarm water and grabbed one of the towels hanging onto the wall. Ansgar dried his skin and hair onto the cotton cloth, then proceeded to hang it low onto his hips, shimmied his pants downward and let them fall onto the floor. The towel embraced his muscled ass tightly. I swallowed at the sight and had to clasp my fingernails onto my thighs to avoid the need to jump out of the tub and start mounting him then and there.

“I'll make some breakfast while you finish your bath,” he announced casually, picking up his wet pants from the floor and planting a quick kiss on my head before disappearing through the door.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I barely contained myself as her rear slid up and down unto me. When I strode into her bathroom, I expected her to be upset at the sight of me, but there she was, naked for the taking and with an attitude. Whatever possessed my hands to claim the human, I did not know, but the little moans she made along the process were enough to have me surrender to the firelings just to be able to hear them over and over again.

When she tried to grab at me, making her want and desire clear, I knew I had to either surrender to her or escape. I cowardly chose the second and I now waited in her kitchen, staring into the cold box at hundreds of items I understood nothing of, while she probably remained naked in that water.

I needed to force my thoughts away from what had happened, so I started making a fruit platter with the twelve species I found around the house. By the time she came down, her wet hair wrapped neatly in one of the white towels I used to dry and cover myself, I had managed to cut them into small pieces and decorate a plate.

“Looks good,” Anwen exclaimed while she took the seat next to me.

She hovered over the food, taking the arrangement and the colours in, then dived in and picked a handful of berries, shoving them all at once into her mouth. She chewed eagerly, turning her attention to me expectantly so I mimicked her gesture and found a slice of pear, taking a small bite.

“Aren’t you hungry?” the woman asked, surprised. She took a slice of mango and enjoyed a generous bite.

“I’ve learnt to preserve resources over the years, the pizza from last night should last me the rest of the day.”

“Huh,” she nodded and went for the banana this time. “I did wonder how that muscled shape of yours is preserved so well. Now I see one needs superpowers to do so.”

We both stopped and stared at each other after that sentence. There it was, the conversation we had both been avoiding, coming out into the light. Instinctively, I reached for one of her hands, feeling its softness and sensing orange on her skin. I must have looked surprised, because she felt the need to explain that the smell came from something she called a bath bomb and that it had been a coincidence.A pleasant one,I thought.

I caressed her wrist with my finger, massaging gently onto her veins to make sure the blood was flowing steadily. I had read in one of the human anatomy books that it could keep them calm in stressful situations and I wanted to be prepared for any reaction she might have.

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