Page 91 of Brighter Than Gold

I tried to silence my nerves, I wanted to make him happy. And Ihadbeen enjoying what he was doing.

“Yes, sir,” I conceded.

“Happy to hear it.”

He pushed back into my cunt and pressed his fingers down into me, into that spot that made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help how my body arched against him and tried to take more of him in.

Then his fingers werethereagain, and I winced uncomfortably. I could feel the tips of two slick fingers pressing into me, slowly, inching their way inside.

“Don’t move,” he said. He pulled the fingers from my cunt and my body mourned the loss. The other two fingers though, he kept pressed into my backside.

I felt him reach down, heard him pick up the bottle beside us, and I felt the cold oil drip over me, and then inside of me. It felt so embarrassing, so wrong and I buried my face in the bedding.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, Reyah. Plump and pink and swollen.”

He put the oil back down and the other slippery hand felt beneath me, felt for the bead of nerves pulsing hungrily. I gasped as he stroked it, and I felt that familiar ache, that blooming feeling between my legs as my body grew needy and demanding of his skilled touch.

“I hope you’re not stuck in your head, Reyah, because your body adores this.”

That, I could not deny. One hand worked the swollen bud as the other pressed harder into my backside. I felt myself open enough to allow his second knuckles in, and the stretching feeling was so unfamiliar, pleasure that edged on pain. Then I heard Kas groaning behind me, his breath getting heavy as he watched and worked me.

“Fuck…” he whispered quietly to himself.

Emboldened by his obvious arousal, I pushed back into him, allowing his fingers to sink deeper. The feeling made my breath hitch, and after an uncomfortable half second, the pleasantness of what he was doing returned.

“That’s both fingers Reyah, all the way in.” He said it so delightedly that I couldn’t help the pride that sparked in my chest.

Sweat had gathered over my temples, and I hadn’t quite realized how close to the edge he’d brought me.

“I think… I’m going to come, sir,” I squeaked.

“Iknowyou’re going to come, Reyah. You’re leaking on my hand.”

My body flexed and bowed as I concentrated on the light circles he made beneath me, on the warm fingers he lightly pulsed into my backside.

“May I come, sir?” I gasped pathetically.

“Yes, Little Raven.”

Seconds later my body contracted hard, and when it released, flashes of pleasure shot through me. My skin tingled and my knees shook, and all the while I felt his slow, steady motions in and around me. I felt like I was coming from some different place inside of myself, like some new kind of satisfaction had been discovered. My body gave a mighty shudder as my climax claimed me, and my legs shook beneath me.

I groaned repeatedly as my body calmed and cooled. The pleasure was over all too quickly, and I became hyper aware of exactly where Kaspian was inside of me.

“I’m going to take my fingers out slowly, it will be a strange sensation,” he warned.

“It’s all been a strange sensation,” I countered.

I heard a laugh as he eased out.

Fuck. That was unpleasant.

“On the bed, wife,” he whispered in my ear.

Wife. I still wasn’t used to it.

I crawled up on the bed as he walked to the basin. Gods he was beautiful. He wore the same red robe he always did when we played, chest exposed, and I could catch quick glimpses of the toned muscles beneath. His blond hair was loosening from the strip of leather he’d tied it back with, and perfect golden locks framed his razor-sharp jaw.

He was clean shaven today, and I stared at the sweet little dip in the center of his chin, the one I always had the urge to bite. When he looked over at me admiring him, he smiled, and that one dimple in his left cheek became visible.

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