"Yes. Oh god, yes."
There's too much fabric. Too many layers. I shift off him long enough for him to strip his trousers.
His eyes are nearly black as he takes me in and resumes his seat. "Come here."
I straddle him again and this time when I rock against him, there's nothing between us. All skin, his cool, mine burning hot.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands back on my hips, helping me find a rhythm. "Take what you need."
I brace my hands on his shoulders and move, grinding against him. The friction is delicious, maddening. Not quite enough but somehow too much at the same time.
“I want to feel you.” I gasp. “Really feel you."
"Not yet." His voice is strained. "If we do this, I want to do it right. I want to take my time with you. Make you feel everything."
"I'm feeling plenty right now."
He laughs, breathless. "I can tell. I can feel it through the bond. You're close, aren't you?"
I am. The pressure is building, coiling tight in my belly. Every roll of my hips brings me closer.
"Let me help." His hand slides between us. His fingers find where I'm slick and aching.
"Oh... " The word comes out as a moan.
"This?" He circles my clit with gentle pressure.
"Yes. There. Please don't stop."
He doesn't. He keeps one hand on my hip, guiding my movements against him while his other hand works between my legs. The dual sensation, the pressure of him beneath me and his fingers on my clit, is overwhelming.
I feel his pleasure at touching me, his awe at how I respond to him. It feeds my own arousal, amplifying everything.
"You're so wet," he murmurs. "So perfect. I can't wait to taste you. To feel you come apart for me."
His words push me higher. "I'm going to soon...I'm close."
"I know. I can feel it." He increases the pressure, the speed. "Let go, Iris. Let me feel you come."
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave. I cry out, my whole body shuddering as pleasure rolls through me in pulses. Through the bond, I feel Cadeon's reaction: his awe, his satisfaction, his own arousal spiking as he experiences my climax secondhand.
I collapse against his chest, trembling and gasping. His arms come around me, holding me close as I come down.
"That was enchanting. I can't find words,” he says. He presses a kiss to my temple, my cheek, my mouth. "You're incredible."
I can feel him still hard beneath me, unfulfilled. I shift my hips experimentally and he groans.
"What about you?" I ask.
"I'm fine."
"You're lying. I can feel you through the bond." I lean back to look at him. "I want to make you feel good too."
"You did. Feeling you come..." He shudders. "That was better than anything I've felt in a hundred years."
"But you didn't..."
"I don't need to." He cups my face. "This isn't about keeping score. I wanted to give you pleasure. That's enough for me."
