“It’s not a bad kind of torture,” she reassured him. “I rather like it, but it’s becoming unbearable. In a good way. Also, in a bad way.”
“I don’t understand.”
She could sense his frown.
Seraphina let out an exasperated sigh, accepting that she had to spell it out to him.
“Touch me between my legs, Rune. Not through the chemise. Push it up, roll it around my hips, and just... just use your fingers there.”
“I... I don’t think I can...”
She groaned.
“I don’t think I can look,” he explained.
“But I’m letting you look. I’m asking you to look.”
Something akin to a growl escaped his lips, and she felt his hands shake on her stomach, his fingers curling into her chemise.
“Now you’re torturing me,” he said.
“You’re torturing yourself,” she sighed. “I could touch you in return, if you let me.”
“No.”
That obsessive, stubborn refusal again. This man was going to be the death of her sanity.
“I will...” Finally, mercifully, his hands shifted lower. “I will try.”
He bunched up the cotton in his fists and slipped it up carefully, higher and higher, until Seraphina could feel herself exposed. The fire had died in the night, and the air in the room was chilly. She was hot all over, burning as if with a fever, and when the cold air caressed her soaked lips, she quivered. Goosebumps peppered her skin, and Rune noticed, because his hands hurried to brush over her legs, traveling the length of them, up and down, until the prickles subsided.
Seraphina gasped and let him. She needed him somewhere else, but any part of her body he touched made her feel like she was about to be separated from her material form. Those hands could do no wrong. They stopped on her thighs, his thumbs pressing on either side of her core. He was so close, yet so far, and much too slow. She bent her knees and rubbed her left leg against his side.
“Why don’t you move between my legs?” she suggested. “It will be easier.”
She fully expected him to say no again. To her relief, he didn’t. He positioned himself between her knees and looked down at her. If he’d been tense before, now he was paralyzed. A light tremor took over his fingers again, and it wasn’t half unpleasant given how close to her pussy they were. He stayed like that for a few long minutes, driving Seraphina insane with lust. He wasn’t going to move anytime soon, was he? She could feel that bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds throb rhythmically, as if her very heart was beating underneath it.
What an appropriate way to describe it. She was educated, she’d read medical texts, so she knew it was called a clitoris, butshe couldn’t think about it in such a clinical term. Like an apex relic that held immeasurable, sacred power, that tiny button at the apex of her intimate parts was the most formidable bit of anatomy that could render a woman hopeless.
“What if I showed you?” she whispered, her hands already moving down her body.
“All right.”
“I won’t touch you. I’ll only touch myself.”
He sat back on his heels, his hands slipping to her knees to give her space. His fingers dug and curled into the back of her knees, and Seraphina thought he was holding her open. He probably didn’t realize what he was doing.
With two fingers, she spread her folds, lifting them slightly to expose her entrance. She heard him inhale deeply, and she knew he could smell her. She placed the index of her other hand on her bundle of nerves and started rubbing gently. Her back arched involuntarily, and her toes curled.
“Like this,” she whispered. “Right here, where I’m applying pressure. See?”
“I see...” His voice was that of a lost man.
“And you can...” She moved her other hand to her entrance and slipped her middle finger inside. She was so wet that her muscles didn’t fight the intrusion. “If you want to... You can do this.”
She heard his lips smacking, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. For a minute, she continued to finger herself slowly and roll her nub in time with it, and if she wanted, she could push herself over the edge, but this time, she wasn’t alone, he was here, and she needed his hands to do it.
“Your turn,” she said, releasing her bits. She raised her arms and gripped the pillow. “Please, I want it so badly.”
