Page 74 of To Free a Soul
“Sometimes I like how sharp they are, even if it hurts a little.”
Her breaths grew shallow when she cupped underneath the perky drops of her breasts until their softness moulded into her palms. She squeezed, her flesh dipping around her fingers, and a muffled, quiet moan hummed from her as she bit her bottom lip.
Then, with her middle fingers barely touching the tips of her nipples, she moved them in featherlight circles. Her breath hitched, and she ‘tickled’ all her fingers around them, teasing her nipples and areolas, as well as the surrounding skin. More goosebumps prickled along her flesh, starting from where she touched and spreading outwards.
Lindiwe’s breath hitched again, her thighs clamping together tightly as her body twitched back and forth while her toes curled. Her brows knitted together, her eyes bowed and crinkled in blissful anguish, as if the sensation was too soft, too light, too much. Yet she didn’t stop until her lips parted on a trembling moan.
“Sometimes the caresses are too soft, and it’s almost painful,” she croaked, cupping her breasts with a hard squeeze.
Her trembling only settled when she clamped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was soothing the tension she’d given herself, kneading rough and hard – the opposite of how she’d started.
When Weldir’s tendril keeping her tangible to him had spiralled further up her leg, he didn’t know. It was a manifestation of the excitement that vibrated through his mist at watching her pet herself.
He hadn’t expected her performance to be so sensual, or that she’d speak to him during it.
He lengthened his tendril up her leg until it wrapped around her knee. He glided the tip up her inner thigh, and her lower abdomen didn’t just dance; it twitched and shuddered as if her pussy quivered in reaction. Her back arched a little as her thighs spread, revealing that her arousal clung to her pale-green underwear in the form of a dark spot.
Her right hand made a path down her body. She pressed on her clit, gave a shuddering moan, and then closed her thighs around her hand as if it was too much.
The growl that vibrated from him was feral, and he used his tendril to pull her leg to the side. “I want to see. Don’t close yourself to me.” Actually, her annoying fucking underwear was covering where he wanted to see most. “Take your panties off.”
Her lips quirked. “What if I’m not ready to?”
Weldir’s mist pulsed, and his patient restraint was the only thing holding him back. Patience that was all too close to ending.
“If you don’t show me that pretty pussy of yours now, Iwilldo it myself.”
Her brows darted up her forehead in surprise, yet her fingers pressed harder on her slit as she kneaded her breast. “You promised you would only watch.”
A deep chuckle reverberated from him. “When did I say that? I won’t utter promises I’dverymuch want to break.”
Her lips curled even more, giving her a rather sultry look when she bit her bottom lip as if shelikedhis domineering commands.
“A please would be nice.”
“If you wanted a submissive male, then you have bonded yourself to the wrong god.”
She giggled, and the rare, mystical sound of it soothed his anger. It caressed his essence, his very spirit, in the oddest way.
She brought her hand to her hip and loosened the tie of her panties. Once the material was loosened on one side, it easily glided down her beautiful long legs and floated away.
She brought her knees up and then hesitated. What had been a naughty, sultry gaze, pinched with unease. Yet, in Lindiwe’s often bold and confident fashion, she then spread her thighs and bared herself to him.
Lips parted, the little entrance to her pink cunt was so overflowing with arousal that it’d spread between her folds and glistened on her dark curls.
“You look very wet, Lindiwe,” Weldir rumbled.
“I thought it would bother me being watched,” she whispered, dipping her fingers down through her slickness. “But I’m actually finding it exciting.”
Like a caress to his mind, his mist pulsed with exhilaration. He lurched forward with the desire to take over and show her what was truly exciting, only to pull back. He also withdrew his tendril back down her leg, as he was dangerously close to shoving it into that little spread hole of hers.
I... didn’t realise how difficult I’d find it to be a witness to this.
He wanted to aid her, even if it was only a little. Weldir didn’t actually want her to reject his touch. He’d been enthralledwatching her come apart under his ministrations,becauseof him.
He wanted her to reach out to him, like his touch was superior.
His mind ached to go to her, to envelop her in his mist so it could brush over all of her, but he was unsure if she could feel it.
