Rune’s hands inched closer.
“You look...” He swallowed audibly. “I’ve never...”
“You’ll do fine.” She rolled her hips toward him.
When he finally touched her, his fingers were shaking. He brushed them over her folds, barely disturbing the soft curls that covered her. She knew they were blond, almost transparent. Then he reverently parted her folds and found the bundle of nerves with the pad of his finger.
Seraphina moaned and arched her back painfully. It was an entirely different thing to be touched like that by a man. A man she wanted, desired, craved.
Encouraged by her reaction, he pushed a finger inside her. They groaned at the same time, Seraphina close to release, Rune as if he were in either Heaven or hell, but not on earth anymore.
“You’re tight,” he said. “You’re wet, and... and...”
“Hm?” She was beyond articulating words.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She cried out, heat pooling in her core, her walls clenching around him. The pressure of his finger wasn’t enough, and she rolled her hips and pushed into his hand, urging him to give her more. But the fact that he thought she was beautiful... That was all she needed to hear from him, all she needed to know. She’d forgive him every hesitation, and every no he’d told her and would keep telling her, until she convinced him that she didn’t care what he looked like, she wanted to be with him.
“A little more to the left,” she instructed him. “Yes, there. Don’t move, just press.”
She let go of the pillow and ran her hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He was breathing heavily above her, bent over her now, focused on what he was doing between her legs. His finger moved in and out of her pussy in no rhythm at all, and she imagined it was his cock instead.
“Ahh... I’m so close. Don’t stop, please...”
“You’re beautiful like this.” He grunted. “You’re beautiful all the time.”
“Rune, I wish... I wish...” She didn’t get to finish the sentence.
Her walls tightened and kept him inside, deep within her cavern, as pleasure exploded from her core and spread to her limbs. She dug her fingers into her breasts and held on as her body quivered and arched off the bed. And Rune was so good to her, he didn’t stop when he saw her come apart. She rode his hand until the end, and when she was spent and felt too sensitive, she still didn’t pull away.
“I wish you kissed me,” she sighed.
He slipped his finger out, and she felt how a string of her slick connected her to him. He moved away, and then his hands weren’t on her anymore, and he was shifting from between her legs. She closed her knees and reached out for him, her fingers finding his sleeve before he could get off the bed.
“Rune, kiss me.”
“I can’t do that, Seraphina.”
She whined. “Not this again...”
“Trust me, you don’t want these lips on you.”
She pushed her chemise down her thighs to cover the mess she’d made, and sat up in bed, facing him. Her scarf was slightly askew, and she adjusted it.
“All right, then let me...” She reached over again, her hand aiming for his pelvis. She felt his hard cock under her palm before he could pull away. “It’s my turn to help you.” The engorged member gave a throb at her touch, and he involuntarily rolled his hips toward her. “I can make you feel good, like you did to me.”
“N-No.” His resolve was barely there.
“I don’t have to touch your skin. I can do it like this.”
She absolutely wanted to pull his pants down and feel that hard length, explore it and rub it vigorously until he spilled onto her hand. But his no-touch policy had to be respected, if she wanted him not to run away. She knew it was about his stitches,but she doubted he had any down there. Why would he? How would it even work?
“Seraphina...” The last syllable of her name extended into an “ahh...”, and that was how she wanted him to say her name always.
She moved closer to him and palmed him firmly, rubbing up and down, squeezing his girth. His size was impressive, and she thought she’d love to explore it with her mouth as well, if he let her. One day... If she was patient, maybe one day...
“No...” It came out like a plea.
