Ella relented, and truth be told, it really was quite comfortable nestled like that up against Draikis’s radiant heat. And when she woke in the deep of night, his body pressed into hers made her feel so utterly safe. Protected. Cared for. Then there was the other thing she noticed.
His enormous hand was now cupping her breast, warming her flesh in a most pleasant manner. Her nipples hardened at once, erect and sensitive to the sleeping man’s touch. Warm jolts of pleasure shot downward, coalescing into a ball of tingling heat in her belly and a throbbing in her swelling clit.
She slid back on instinct alone, gently pressing her ass into the considerable bulge between his legs. But the slumberingman did not rouse, nor did the dormant beast she felt pushed up against her. She shifted again, his hand firmly cupping her breast as he held her close in his sleep. Again, the sensations welled up inside her.
Was it the spring water?she mused.My body is absolutely buzzing.
Ella had felt a lot of things since her arrival here. Most of them pain and discomfort. But this? This was something altogether different, and it was a welcome delight. She slowly slid her hand down between her legs, slipping her fingers into the surprising wetness of her folds, gently circling her engorged button.
A burst of static buzzing filled her head as a small orgasm spread through her body as if it were made of bone-dry tinder and had just been waiting for a match. Her face flushed and her pulse became audible in her muffled ears as the sensations washed over her.
Fuuuuuck, she silently gasped to herself, then began rubbing once more.
Where the first orgasm had been more of a mild tension relief she hadn’t even realized her body desperately needed, what she felt now was something deeper. More primal. Once the initial itch had been scratched, a far more visceral desire needed to be addressed. Her legs tensed up as she caressed herself, marveling at how wet she was with so little warming up. And the glowing heat in her lower belly was coalescing into a hard ball of fire just waiting to explode.
Ella shifted her legs, parting them further so she could dip her fingers inside. Her abs clenched hard as her fingertips grazed the rough patch of sensitive flesh, her G-spot fully engorged. She squeezed, reveling in the feeling, her fingers pressing inside, the heel of her hand applying firm pressure to her throbbing clit.
How am I so sensitive?she wondered as an eruption started within her.Oh my God, I’m going to?—
She jammed the side of her hand into her mouth and bit down, trying to muffle her cry of delight as her body convulsed hard, her leg thrashing in spite of herself. A groan escaped her lips, unable to be contained, her body shaking as the sensations rushed through her.
The man behind her shifted, his body tensing, his arm pulling her close as he abruptly woke from his deep slumber. For a moment his fingers tightened on her nipple, caressing her breast with his strong hand as he regained his senses.
The priest quickly released his grip, his hand moving away in a hurry.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t—” he stammered.
“It’s all right.”
“Your heart is racing,” he noted, his body still pressed to hers. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It was just a scary dream,” she lied. “I’m fine.”
His arms tightened around her once more, drawing her close, nestling her into him as if she was his and his alone. He was freshly awakened, and as such his ever-present guard was down. Somehow, she could feel it. He wasn’t just holding her for her sake. He wanted this as well, though his vows would never allow him to admit it.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly.
Ella shuddered as she felt his breath hot on her neck, the sensation raising tingling goose bumps across her body.
“You have nothing to fear. You’re safe.”
“I know.”
And she really did. For whatever reason, even out here sleeping in the wild, she felt completely at ease. Protected. Cared for.
Emotionally secure and physically relieved, she slipped back to sleep, resting deeply until late morning.
CHAPTER TEN
Ella went from dreaming about eating in her favorite cafe with her bestie, to waking to the unexpected but quite welcome delicious smell of hot food sizzling nearby. She rolled over, occupying the space Draikis had slumbered, and watched as the beautiful specimen of a man crouched over a small camping stove.
It wasn’t exactly that, however. This was an alien world, after all, and they were a bit more advanced here than the barbaric outdoorsmen back home. Her host was not burning wood, though he had no compunction about doing so, as evident from the prior night’s small fire. But in this instance, he was utilizing a small metal disc that seemed to levitate above the ground. The top of it was clearly hot, as the flexible pan he had locked into shape to cook with, was giving a nice sear to whatever it was he was making, and it smelled fantastic.
Draikis looked over, his silver eyes catching the morning light, the same light that was accentuating his marvelous cheekbones.
“Ah, you are awake. I took the liberty of preparing some breakfast.”
“It looks great. What is it?”
