“I… I probably just needed to get that off my chest,” he says awkwardly.
My sobs turn into wails. He meant every word. I know he did. My tears are just making him feel uncomfortable. Our society is very much stiff upper lip and not at all displays of emotion. He may have never seen anyone in this state before.
“Please stop crying.” His voice is laced with desperation and anxiety.
Suddenly his hand is on my chin, pushing it away from his chest and pulling it up towards him. His lips touch my own and something zings along my entire body. My toes curl. Every part of me alights with fire. My head spins. I think every hair on my body is standing on end. My stomach flutters and my heart gives up.
Sothbridge is kissing me. His lips feel incredible. This cannot be happening. His arms are encircling my back. My body is pressing eagerly into his. I can feel the firm contours of his muscles. He is all masculine, blazing heat and divinity. He smells incredible. Like something I want to bottle and keep forever.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and I moan in delight. Surrendering to him completely. He can have every part of me that he desires. I am his.
He pulls away and I whimper at the loss. Reluctantly I open my eyes, to plead at him to continue. His aquamarine eyes are wide and hazy. He looks more shocked and surprised than I am, but he is the one who kissed me. Was he not expecting it to be that mind-blowing? At least, I hope it was mind-blowing for him too. Do kisses always feel like that?
I swear I felt that kiss in my very soul. But did he only mean to distract me from crying? It has certainly worked.
Now he is staring at me like he doesn’t know what to do next. I hope he figures it out because I sure as hell don’t have a clue.
“Do you know the names of the positions?” he asks.
I shake my head and drop his gaze so that I don’t see his disappointment. I know there are, aptly, sixty-nine positions a vessel can assume for his master. They all have names like Ja-na-nie. Words from the Old Tongue that no one speaks anymore save for during incantations.
“You could show me?” I suggest.
I glance up just in time to see him frown.
“I mean, explain to me!” I correct hastily.
Heavens forbid he was thinking I was implying he should get himself into all sorts of undignified positions.
“How about you just lie on the bed for now?” he says.
“Umm… On my front?”
He shakes his head. “I want to see you.”
His simple words give me goosebumps all over and sends my stomach into a full on cartwheel. My legs shake terribly as I make my way to the enormous bed. I want to climb onto it in a sultry, seductive manner, but all I manage is an undignified flop. I peer up at him through my eyelashes, he doesn’t seem to mind about my lack of grace. Good.
I am finally, finally, at the grand old age of twenty-one, about to lose my virginity. In my opinion, it’s not a moment too soon. I’ve been waiting for this moment since puberty got its claws into me. If I hadn’t been born a vessel, and was free to do as I chose, I’m pretty sure I would have worked my way through Grindr by now. So Sothbridge may be an arrogant asshole, but he is a good-looking one, and he is here and I’m not going to complain.
He walks over to the bed and I can feel the weight of his gaze burning into me. He stops, but does not climb onto the bed. Instead, he continues to stare at me.
“I want to see if those freckles are all over,” he says and his voice sounds thick and husky.
I nod. I’m a long way from words right now.
His fingers curl into the hem of my nightgown. I look away as he slides it up my body, baring me to him. He reaches my waist so I lift up my hips a little so he can continue. He drags the cloth up and up until the white gauze is bunched around my neck and I am utterly naked before him.
He licks his lips, and his eyes darken. I shiver. I think he likes what he sees.
“May I touch you?” he whispers.
I nod again. He is my husband. My master. He doesn’t need to ask. But I like that he has.
His fingers brush along my chest. A soft caress along my bare skin. It feels like he leaves a trail of fire. His touch drifts down and down, across my stomach and lower still. His hand dances feather-soft on my aching cock. I moan. No one has ever touched me there before and it feels like heaven. I want more of this, I want all of this. I want this to never end.
He moves around to the foot of the bed. His hands grab my hips and suddenly he is sliding me down across the sheets, to the very edge of the bed. I yelp in surprise. Then I stare in bewilderment as he drops to his knees. My mouth drops open to say something, but his mouth descends onto my cock and the world explodes with sensation. There is nothing but the hot wet heat of his mouth. My back arches, my fingers clutch at the sheets, my head tilts back and a truly filthy noise escapes my throat.
He is merciless. He lavishes my cock with divine attention until I’m squirming and panting. Sparks of pleasure are dancing all over my body. I have never felt anything like this. I’m gasping, I can’t breathe but I don’t want this to ever stop. I have never felt more alive.
