Page 120 of To Free a Soul
His quiet chuckle made her insides quiver, untwisting her stress and worry with its handsome baritone. His very voice did even more as he said, “We have done this plenty of times.”
“I-I know, but it’s been a while since we did...this,” she murmured quietly, eyeing the fullness of his perceivable form.
At least a third of him existed.
He’d already admitted to holding onto his power rather than spending it, so they could finally have sex. Proper sex, and not Lindiwe half holding barriers because he wasn’t really there.
He was able to cover his entire head all the way to the middle of his chest, as well as his arms to his fingertips. She didn’t truly need his middle, his legs, or all of his biceps. Just the places her arms would rest, her legs would cling, and her nails would scratch, while still offering a face to look upon.
“You truly can be a contradiction, Lindiwe,” Weldir said, drifting a little closer. “How can one female be both shy and bold at the same time? This part of you melts away entirely when you’re receiving pleasure.”
Heat swelled in her cheeks, and she pouted a little. “I don’t know.”
Before she could say anything more, Weldir pressed his shadowy lips against hers, and her mind sputtered. All it took was one peck of their mouths for Lindiwe to moan softly and wrap her arms around his neck. Her nails dug into the back of his chalky shoulders when they deepened the kiss at the same time, and Lindiwe licked across his weirdly smooth tongue.
I wish I could taste him.He tasted like absolutely nothing. He had no saliva to mingle with hers, no warmth in his flesh.He doesn’t even have a smell.
When a set of narrow hips slipped between her thighs, She wound her legs around them. The surrounding space suddenly felt less empty, like she’d been waiting forever to cling to another being with her entire body.
Weldir pulled his mouth away from hers, and his nose trailed a path down her jaw, and then her neck. “Do you want me touse my mana to remove your clothing, or do it like normal?” he asked, his voice low and soft at her throat.
“Like normal,” she whispered back.
The back of her dress was lifted up her body, and the drag of it slowly creeping over her skin formed prickles in its wake. It felt especially nice brushing over her hardening nipples, and she lifted her arms to help remove it.
When she brought her arms back around his neck, she loosely gripped the end of a tapered horn while he set back in. Kissing and nipping, he moved one hand to cup her breast and gave it a light squeeze.
I wish he had breath,she thought, when his lips trailed lower. She wanted to know if something so light and invisible could have an effect on her – like an unseen caress that was present wherever that playful mouth of his went.
All her thoughts disappeared when something long, hard, and thick slipped over the crook of her thigh.Oh god. It’s his cock.Her hips surged forward to get it nestled between her underwear-clad folds and nuzzled against her clit.Okay. It’s happening. This is actually happening.
They were going to have proper sex. Well, as proper as it was between a human woman and a shadowy entity that couldn’t feel anything.
All the small, sensitive veins in delicate places pulsed – her wrists, her breasts, and between her thighs – and the pool of arousal at the entrance to her core dampened.
Needing to quicken the pace, she flattened her hands and dragged them over his shoulders to touch him. They palmed down his chest, and one brushed over a tiny nipple before resistance faded and she touched air. She quickly brought them down to tug on the ribbons at her hips and remove her panties.
Then she slipped her arms around his shoulders again and pulled him in for another kiss. One breast squished against him,while the other floated in the weightlessness and ached for the same pressure.
“Are you going to grind on me again?” Weldir asked with a low chuckle. “I did find that fun to watch.”
Fun to watch. She closed her eyes tightly to disregard how weird that was.
He pushed up, and his shadowy cock ground against her clit. Her body instantly melted at the sensation, and she pushed her hips down to grind deeper. A raspy moan whispered from her between kisses, and another broke free when his hand kneaded her backside while working her along his length.
Desire coiled low in her belly, her skin itched to be touched all over, and lustful heat swelled in her skin. The long girth of his cock massaging all along her pussy lips made her insides ache.
What she wanted wasright there. So close. It even slipped right over her entrance, and she wanted nothing more than to have her body swallow it. Swallow it so whole it went missing, so she could cuddle it in heat and wetness.
“Inside me,” she begged hoarsely, grinding harder.
“You don’t want me to prepare you first?”
Lindiwe shook her head in answer.
The question was sweet, caring even, but seriously... screw that right now. She didn’t want gentle or kind; she wanted to be fucked into oblivion so she could just forgeteverythingexcept existing within bliss.
For a moment, she didn’t want her heart to feel heavy. It never hurt when they were being intimate, and that’s what drove her forward faster into this. Pleasure mixed with escapism. A distraction from the painful tenderness, so she could experience newer, better, different sensations across her skin.
