Page 72 of Elanie & the Empath
Not me. Not anymore.
I gazed down at him, my heart so full it swelled inside my chest, pushed against my ribs, and said, “Yes.”
His eyes fell closed, a relieved sigh rushing out of him as his hands curled around my thighs. Holding me still, he kissed my curls, his pressure lighter than the feathers that filled our bed. Slowly, his thumbs spread me apart, and I could no longer hear the drums. Only my breath. Only my heart pounding in my ears.
He kissed me again, right above where I needed him, to the side, just below.
“Sem,” I begged, trying to be still for him. But it was so hard. “Please.”
Then it happened, his tongue flat and slow, hot and wet over my clit. Soothing, calming, everything. When he did it again, when he hummed like it was good for him too, I surrendered. Lifting my arms above my head, letting them rest on the pillow beside me, I gave in to sensation. I gave in to him. I gave in, and it was so, so good.
“Are you still with me?” he asked before administering another slow lick that made my legs shake.
“Yes.”
“Can I?” His finger circled my entrance, a testing press between my legs, seeking permission.
We hadn’t done this yet either. Penetration. He’d tried, but I hadn’t been ready. Now? Now I wanted him there. I wanted him so deeply inside me he was all I felt, just his body filling mine. So I said, “yes,” again, whimpering when his pressure increased. “But…go slow.”
“I will.” The promise was barely out of his mouth when the tip of his finger slid inside me. It had hurt when Blake tried this. But with Sem, as his finger slipped in deeper, there was no pain. Just a fullness. Just a firm, exquisite glide. And then it was gone.
I raised my head. “Why did you stop?”
Delphi spun above our skydome, its blue light twinkling in Sem’s eyes as his finger circled me again. “Was it okay? Do you want more?”
“Yes.” I sank into the bed. “It feels good. Everything you do to me feels good.”
Sliding in again, a bit deeper, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so warm, Elanie. So wet.” He licked my clit while sliding even more deeply inside me, then out, then back in again. “So tight.”
I sighed as he pushed in again, my back arching when his fingertip curled, brushing over some spot inside me where sensory fibers converged. Another nexus of pleasure that existed in my body without my knowledge. What else? What else didn’t I know?
So many things.
I didn’t know how fast a Portisan’s tongue could flick. I didn’t know how much better two fingers would feel compared to one. I didn’t know that when my belly tensed and my legs shook, when stars burst behind my eyes and light exploded through my core, that it still wouldn’t be enough.
As he licked me softly and sweetly through my orgasm,as the aftershocks faded and I came back to my body, I felt my need for him like an emptiness. Like there were a million hollow spaces inside me that only he could fill.
He rose above me and brushed my hair back off my forehead while I let my hands drift over his shoulders, up the sides of his neck. The moment was so still between us, so quiet, until I met his stare and said into the silence, “More.”
26.SEM
“More,”she repeated, as if I hadn’t heard her, as if my brain and my heart and my cock hadn’t all heard her.
“What kind of”—I swallowed through a rapidly constricting throat—“‘more’ do you want?”
With the steady, unflinchingly honest eye contact only Elanie was capable of, she said, “I want to have sex with you.”
I could not fuckingbelievethe words that were about to come out of my mouth, and yet… “We probably shouldn’t. I got a little carried away there, but we’re messed up, drugged. Gol was wrong, or he lied, but rola fruit is definitely mind-altering. Your first time,ourfirst time together, it shouldn’t be like this.”
She didn’t even blink. “I’ve already cleared 83 percent of the active compounds in the rola fruit from my systems.”
“You have?” When I closed my eyes, bright, kaleidoscopic colors danced behind my lids. “I definitely haven’t.”
Her fingertip running across my lower lip felt like champagne bubbles fizzing and popping over my skin. “Does that bother you? Because we can wait if it does.”
I met her caramel brown eyes, their golden microcircuitry shifting as her pupils dilated. And I wondered if the precise pattern of neurofibers decorating her irises was unique to her, like a fingerprint. A design I’d see in my dreams for the rest of my life. And no. No, it didn’t bother me.
Dropping my grinning lips to hers, I gave her my answer with a kiss while hoisting her leg over my hip. Then I broke away. “There’s something else, though,” I said with some effort.
