Page 75 of To Free a Soul
He’d thought he would be mostly fine with this, so long as she found pleasure and showed it to him, but the slowness was torturous. The lack of control spiked his need to take over. He’d never experienced anticipation this strong, and he found his mind pleading for the next step until she lost herself.
The instant she pressed directly against her clit, her legs spread further and her core visibly clenched. She moaned so sweetly, and her eyelids slid shut. When she moved her fingers side to side in a lazy circle, her head fell back and her silky thighs twitched, spasmed, and trembled.
And this was Weldir’s favourite part.
Where he got to witness all the little, intricate details of her body she would be too consumed in her pleasure to notice.
Her heart, so full of need and lust, suddenly quickened, and it thumped around his realm in a chaotic rhythm. Her pulse fluttered fast, and it highlighted the beauty of her slender neck. Any touch to that spot when it was like this could send her over the edge, which was why he often nipped at it, or licked it, or even brushed his horn against it.
Her pupils were blown, eating away at her pretty brown irises, while her third finger on her right hand always trembled when she was this twisted with need. The tiny hairs on her body that would rise in waves were often the precursor to an intense ripple of goosebumps that would cascade down her legs and arms. The corded muscles in her neck would tighten when she sucked in a sharp, near-choking hitch of breath.
Different muscles, slim and taut, would flex. His gaze often bounced between each one, as if following their complex dance, yet he could never guess the next location. They were utterly enticing in their playfulness.
Her bottom lip was now swollen from her constant chewing on it, but usually both were tender from his kisses. The seam of them was drier than normal, but she soothed them with a darting lick he almost missed.
Sure, he should have been preoccupied with her fingers plucking at her body and her melodious, sultry cries as she flicked her clit side to side. Yes, he did find it rather hypnotic, but only because of the resultant symphony. The dance of flesh, muscles, and tendons, the little pants, the shuddering moans.
But it was how her body trembled towards release, how it grew flushed. How he could almostseethe ache within by the way her hips constantly bucked for more and more, so greedy and ravenous that she stopped caring about anything but achieving her own end. Weldir knew that while she was desperate for it, he could touch in almost any way, explore beyond the boundaries of what he’d tried, and she’d accept it.
Accept him, in the only way she ever truly did.
She dived her fingers lower into the slit of her folds, wetting them to the second knuckle. Then she spread them against her opening as if preparing to enter it, but it gave Weldir quite the naughty peek within her depths. He glimpsed pink flesh that looked plump and tight before she delved her middle finger into the darkness within.
Her lips shut to hum a soft moan, and she tilted her head forward. She opened her eyes, but they were dazed and sightless as she looked at him. He knew there was little she was seeing – perhaps just his darkness, where he hovered. There was recognition there, but her mind was elsewhere.
Lindiwe pumped her finger, and her toes curled momentarily. She angled her hand so the top knuckle of her thumb rubbed against her clit at the same time, desiring more stimulation.
That wasn’t something Weldir had ever considered doing.
“Add another,” Weldir commanded when she was taking too long. “You like being fuller.”
The amber in her molten-brown eyes sparkled with recognition, and she darted her tongue along the seam of her lips. She slipped another finger inside, and its trembling ceased when it was encased in snugness. Her hand thrust faster. Her pussy squelched as she grew noticeably wetter, and the sound was as erotic as it’d always been.
Her eyelids drooped, tipping her dark lashes down.
With each deep thrust, her pants grew shallower and more broken, and her limbs tightened inwards. Then her fingers stayed sheathed, and it was only from her knuckles shifting that he knew she was wiggling them inside her cunt. That she was pressing and teasing the exact spot that had her head tipped back on a loud cry. She moved them together, then individually, only to pump her fingers once more to reveal she’d made herself wetter.
Yet her body didn’t relent, and she pulled out to pet her clit so she could catch her breath. Her fingers were drenched in her arousal, a little clear, a little milky, and she used that to caress up and down her slit, keeping her fingers flat. Each time, she made sure to press hard on her clit.
Her melting expression softened, no longer close to the edge but obviously still teetering near it. The first orgasm always seemed to be the trickiest, and then there would be a crescendo of them.
She met his gaze, truly met it, and her petting slowed.
“Why are you stopping?” Weldir had to bite back a growl, although his tone was rough and displeased.
“I don’t think I’m going to come like this,” she whispered around tiny rasps. “It’s like... my body is fighting me.”
“Then try harder. I told you, you’re not leaving my realm until you have.” And he definitely wouldn’t let her when she was so close, with her naked legs spread and her pussy wet and waiting.
She hadn’t come last time either, and Weldir was still annoyed over it, as she’d ridden him before andthathad been exciting. Watching her entirely use his body had been so mentally arousing that his mist had started colliding with itself and lumping together in a weird pattern.
So, no, Weldir wouldn’t let her rob herself of another orgasm. Not even if she begged to be let go.
His tendril on her leg tightened, making sure she couldn’t escape from it.
“It’s like it knows it’s not...you.” She whispered the last word, but he heard it, and it shocked him all the same.
Weldir’s mist disappeared from around him and instead encased her. The rest of him stayed behind, refusing to further close the short distance between them. His chalky physical self shifted around his limbs and torso erratically, as if the restraint was irritating it.
