Page 55 of To Free a Soul
Weldir paused, and although he didn’t move, she had the oddest inclination that he was looking at her from the corner of his black eyes. Was he surprised that she’d asked, or was it because of her straightforwardness?
Lindiwe was aware her desire was like a candle. All he needed to do was light her, and she was warm. In the heat of the moment, she was bolder and refused to let her flame blow out until she was completely melted into a gooey puddle.
The hand between her thighs evaporated. She felt the slide of it over her round backside before it shoved her forward... against hard thickness. A barrier finally formed when she went to wrap her legs around his narrow waist, and it gave her an anchor as she worked her hips.
Weldir darted down to take her mouth. With the way his tongue delved, it was only a temporary kiss. Within seconds, he broke away to lower his head, and anticipation thrummed through her. Before he even made it to her breast, she was tipping it up to greet his lips.
A shiver tore down her spine when his lips captured her nipple, and as he used her saliva as lubricant, even more arousal pooled at her core.
Her folds moulded around his cock and spread her wetness over it, making each glide better and hotter until she tingled. Her vision dazed, and she tried to get closer, to make it feel deeper as her pussy clamped around nothing. Each glide over her needy clit and her entrance made her grind harder, faster, until her hips were unceasing and ruthless.
Poor Weldir just accepted it as she gripped what she could of his hair while her nails dug into his back. She let out quiet little cries, trying to push herself towards the smouldering edge of her lust so she could feel its flames scorch her.
“If you’re going to ride me,” Weldir growled around her nipple, “then ride me properly.”
“Wait,” she rasped out when he parted their hips. “Why are you–”
A gasp caught in her throat as he slammed her down around his cock, penetrating her deep with one thrust.
Her eyes watered from the bite of pain as her snug pussy clamped down around him in surprise. Yet Lindiwe choked out a sobbing moan and pushed down even deeper to get to the root of him. To feel that stretch until she thought she was splitting intwo. Until she felt so full that she couldn’t remember what it was like to be empty.
She was so sopping wet that it didn’t even matter that she was tight from disuse. Slipping her fingers through his hair, she grabbed his horn to anchor herself as she bounced on his cock.
Had he been human, his nipping teeth around her nipple would have been impossible, but as the middle of his torso was currently missing, he could manoeuvre beyond normality. She didn’t care howweirdthat thought was, not when she was so full of his cock that her mind dulled with lust.
She buried her face against the top of his head, wishing he had a scent that she could lose herself in. Or that he’d fucking moan for once so it wasn’t just her own pathetic cries echoing around her.
I’m so close.The first time was always the hardest, but once she made it over that hurdle, she’d become a throbbing, climaxing mess.
“Why are you always so quiet?” she whispered around airy pants. “You can moan, you know. I’d kind of like to hear that.”
She didn’t know why he was hiding them, or if they just weren’t natural, but his voice...
That deep, rough, sinful voice... if he gifted her with a broken groan, Lindiwe thought she’d disintegrate and explode in ecstasy. She thought her ears would ring forever, and it would be added to the list of things that sent her on edge with lust when she was alone.
“Moan?” He pulled away from her nipple just enough that if he had any breath, it would’ve tickled it. “I can pretend to, if you’d prefer.”
Lindiwe’s movements slowed, then ceased altogether. She pulled back to meet his gaze with a frown. “Pretend?”
Oddly enough,hefrowned in return, as if what he’d said wasn’t absurd. “You know I don’t feel anything, so moaning feltdisingenuous. I can pretend, though – if you don’t enjoy my silence.”
With his cock so deep inside her that her lips were flush against his groin, her heart sped up beyond its normal capacity. It was so fast that she felt it throbbing in her pussy, her wrists, and even in her ears.
Her breaths quickened, and were so short and shallow that they actuallyhurtto produce. Her whisper was so fast that even she barely understood it. “What do you mean, you don’t feel anything?”
Weldir brought them face to face as his head tilted ever so slightly. “My physical body is incomplete. I’ve explained this. I perceive nothing physically. I cannot even smell or taste anything.”
Realisation slammed into her like a war hammer. Gasping, Lindiwe shoved his chest so hard that she sent herself flying backwards, her pussy instantly bereft of his girth.
“I thought you meant emotionally! I thought you meantfor me!” she yelled, covering her breasts with one arm and her pubic mound with the other. “Not physically!”
Tears welled in her eyes as understanding dawned, and she felt far too exposed right then, but she didn’t have the will to uncover herself to grab her clothing.
“Lindiwe, I don’t understand why you’re upset.”
At least he was honest these days about his ignorance!
“I thought you were being naïvely callous!” she yelled.
