Page 73 of Elanie & the Empath
A furrow sank between her brows. “I want to have sex with you. You want to have sex with me. What else could there be?”
The insecurity thundering through me would have been devastating if I wasn’t so high.Thank you, rola fruit.“I’ve never slept with someone I couldn’t read before.”
“Oh.” Slowly, the fire in her eyes dimmed. “It probably won’t be as good with a bionic. I didn’t?—”
A small, disbelieving laugh burst out of me. “Elanie, that isnotit. At all. I have absolutely no doubt that sex with you will be the best sex I’ve ever had, or probably ever will have. But I’m used to feeling what my partner is feeling. I’m used to knowing in real time what’s good for them and what isn’t. I won’t be able to do that for you. I’m worried”—my head fell forward, and the room swayed—“that you won’t enjoy it.”
Her fingertips grazing down my back pebbled my skin. “I could just tell you. I could tell you what I’m feeling.”
When I raised my head again, when I saw the trust in her eyes, something that wasn’t just desire rooted itself beneath my ribs, curling around them, growing like vines. A deep, sweet ache that no word invented in any known language had ever been able to adequately describe.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I’m sure.”
I rocked against her, growling when she bit that damn lower lip.
“I trust you, Sem. And I want this. I want you.”
Blood rushed like a shot into my already hard cock, making it throb and plead with me to bury it inside her. “I want you too. More than anything.”
She tilted her hips, dragging my erection through her center, still so wet and slippery. “Then take me.”
“It might hurt at first.”
“Stars,Sem. Don’t make me beg.”
I nearly lost it as an image of Elanie on her knees before me flooded my mind. Struggling to regain some semblance of focus, I took myself in hand, pumped once, then slid my head through her slickness. “Are you ready?”
She gave me a firm “yes.” And when I pushed into her, when her walls closed around me, the universe responded, contracting to the shape of this hut, this bed, our bodies. The inch of me inside the inch of her.
I trembled, needing to move, desperate to go deeper but holding myself still. “Okay so far?” I asked, praying she’d say yes.
“It’s…tight.”
I bit back a groan. Because she was tight, so sublimely tight. “Take your time. Let me know when I can push—” My words were cut short by the tilting of her hips, urging me deeper. Grasping my face, she led me into a searing kiss.
My body knew what to do even if my mind had fractured into a flurry of uselessly blissed-out pieces. My hand grasped her thigh. My lips found her neck. My hips rolled slowly in time with hers, working myself in thrust by shallow thrust, but sinking deeper each time.
“Oh. That… It feels better.” Her chin tipped, exposing her throat, long and lean and deliciously sweet as I licked a path from her collarbone to her jaw. “It feels good.”
“How about this?” I changed my angle and she gasped, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“Yes,” she said. Then she made me the happiest Portisan this side of the wormhole by adding, “Can you go faster?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
“Sem,” she said between short, sharp breaths as I picked up my pace, “can a female have an orgasm during sex?”
“Some do, many don’t,” I said, barely able to keep my eyes open as the sensation of her body surrounding my cock rippled through me. “Both are normal. Males almost always do, though, which I know is unfair and?—”
“I feel something.” Her inner muscles flickered, squeezing and releasing andSaints save me. “I feel close.”
Close was good. I could work with close.
Thrusting a little harder, a little deeper, I said, “Did you know that Portisans evolved from amphibian-like creatures?”
She shook her head, her eyes closing, both legs wrapping around my hips as her lips parted on a soft gasp.
