Page 64 of Elanie & the Empath
“Tell me, Elanie.”
“It was you. You were touching me. You took off my pajamas and?—”
“Fuck,” I groaned, resting my forehead on her shoulder.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “All night, I felt like this. Like I was falling apart or burning up from the inside. I can’t stand it.”
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?” The idea that she’d been brought to the edge by a dream about me and I didn’t even know was unbearable. I’d never been so sure I could rewind time through sheer force of will. “I would have taken care of you.”
“How?” she asked while I kissed her neck, her throat. “How do I make it stop?”
“Did you ever touch yourself?” I licked into the sweet hollow above her collarbone. “In your pod. Alone.”
“I couldn’t. I was too nervous.”
Taking her hand in mine, I brought it to my lips. “Are you nervous now?”
She watched me, transfixed as I kissed her fingertips one by one. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
Muscles tensed along the long column of her throat as she swallowed and said, again, “Yes.”
“Then let me take care of you.” Moving our joined hands down, I settled them between her legs. “Is it here, the feeling? Is there an ache? Heat building?”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes.”
Sliding our fingers up to her clit, I asked, “What about here?”
“Yes.” She moaned when I applied some pressure. “It’s too much.”
“I know. I know it is.” I kissed her mouth again, trying not to lose myself in the sounds she made while I helped move her fingers in a slow, small circle. “Do you remember my drawing?”
She nodded.
“This, Elanie, is your clitoris.” I helped her make another circle. “It likes being touched like this. Does that feel good?”
“Stars, yes.”
Taking my hand from hers briefly, I tugged on the drawstring of her pants, sending them to the floor. “Look at me,” I said, and when her eyes met mine, I brought her first two fingers up to my lips and sucked them into my mouth, releasing them with a smallpop. “It likes it even better when its wet.”
We both looked down as I settled her slick fingers between her folds, nestling us in those soft, dark curls I’d felt against my thigh.
“There.” I circled again, the movement easier now, faster. “Do you feel that?”
“It’s so…sensitive,” she said between gasping breaths, her other hand closing around my shoulder. “Feeding into every…part of me. All my systems…affected.”
“Yes.” Sliding my other hand under her shirt, I traced my fingers along her side, under the curve of her breast. “Especially here,” I said as I cupped her, ghosting my thumb over her nipple, barely touching, teasing.
“Please,” she begged, kneading my shoulder now, her brow creased in an almost pained concentration.
There were things that I’d wanted before: to see the auroras in Tranquis, to have a hyperdrive engine to mess with, swoopier hair. But I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to watch Elanie come.
“You’re doing so good.” I kissed her neck again, flicking my thumb over her peaked nipple. “So perfect.” I pressed my fingers into hers, circling with more pressure, more speed. “You’re close, sweetheart. So close.”
“Close to what? What’s happening to me?”
“You’re about to have your first orgasm.”
