Page 65 of Elanie & the Empath
“What?” The change in her was immediate, breath held, shoulders stiff, eyes wide. “I can’t—Stop, please stop.”
Bringing my fingers away from hers, pulling my hand out from under her shirt, I cupped her face. “What’s wrong?”
“My heart is racing.” Her gaze darted over my face. “My legs are weak, shaky, and my fingers were going numb. Is that what it’s supposed to feel like? Is that normal?”
“It’s normal.” I brushed my thumbs over her cheeks. “Your heart will be fine. Better than fine.”
“It will? Do you promise?”
Without hesitation, I said, “I promise. But there’s no rush. We can stop if you?—”
“No, I want this.” Her breathing slowed. “I want you to show me, teach me. But I don’t know if I can do it. My internal alarms were screaming at me.”
Kissing her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips, I smiled and said, “Silence them.”
23.ELANIE
As Sem tookmy hand and led me to our bed, my legs wobbled while my vision went hazy. I’d never wanted like this before. Like I’d crawl on my hands and knees over the icy tundra for years just to feel his lips on my skin, his hands on my body.
Turning toward me, he asked, “Can I take off your shirt?”
I raised my arms, and he took the invitation, sliding my top over my head and letting it fall to the floor.
Before my arms were even back at my sides, he spun me around, his hands sliding up my sides, over my ribs until they covered my breasts. “The first time I touched you like this, it turned me inside out.” His breath was hot against my neck, his voice low and sweet. “It was wrong, wanting you the way I did. You were my patient. You’d come to me for help. But you were so beautiful. And your skin was so soft. I’ve dreamed about that moment, Elanie. Relived it in my fantasies.” Pressing my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he gave me a pinch. It was so faint, so gentle, barely there. But when he did it again, a stormbrewed inside my body. “Saints save me, but the reality of you is so much better.”
He rolled my nipples back and forth, and the storm built, swelled, roaring through me until I collapsed against him from the sheer force of it.
Hoisting me into his arms, he placed me gently on the bed and instructed, “Close your eyes.”
Since I couldn’t keep them open anyway, I obeyed while he stretched out beside me, his penis hard through his pants against my thigh.
Tracing his fingertips in a line from my chin to my throat, my sternum, belly, he asked, “Do you still trust me?”
“I do,” I said, barely getting the words out when his warm, wet mouth closed around my nipple. And when he sucked, the storm became a tempest, sweeping me up until my back arched off the bed.
“Ah,” I gasped, grasping his head when he sucked again.
“Do you like this?” he asked before kissing my other breast, sucking my other nipple into his mouth. “Do you like being kissed and licked and sucked like this?”
“Yes,” I told him, even thoughlikewasn’t a strong enough word for the torrent of sensation flowing through me.
“I want you to tell me if I do something you don’t like. Can you do that for me?”
I couldn’t imagine what that might be, but I agreed anyway.
“And if you want me to stop”—his tongue flicked over my nipple—“tell me to stop.” His teeth now, gently grazing over peaked, sensitive skin. “But trust that if you don’t, I won’t.”
His hand slipped between my legs, his fingertips pressing, sliding. “Fuck, Elanie. You’re so wet.”
“Is that okay? Am I too wet?”
He groaned, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “You’re fucking perfect.”
When he slid his fingers through my slickness again, he found my clit, and my skin and muscles and even my bones went slack.
I was still sensitive, still wound up and stretched thin, but this time it was different. This time he was slow and careful. This time he kissed me deeply, sweetly, sliding his fingers up and down over me in a meticulous glide. When he kissed my neck again, my breasts, his fingers never losing rhythm, a spark shimmered somewhere deep in my belly. A spark that flickered, getting brighter, growing into a flame when his fingers pressed down a little harder and started to circle.
“It’s happening again,” I told him, my legs falling open. “It’s…oh, Sem.”
