He quirked a half-grin, raising one brow, then motioned to the tub. “You wanted to… talk?”
I stepped in gingerly, finding the water warm, but not hot. It must be hard to get the water warmed significantly. Still, I slid down, knees up, until I was reclining in the waters, and it was wonderful.
“Yeah,” I drew the word out. “Talk.” And I knew I should, before these warm waters lulled me to sleep again.
“You… wanted me to bathe you?” he asked.
“Yup, please do.”
“So, your… complications have… gone away?” He reached for some soap and a sponge.
“Yup.” I needed to get this all out now. Hopefully I was awake enough to do it properly.
Alvere began to bathe me. His hands worked with soap and sponge to lather me up and scrub me all over. It felt wonderful and sensuous and caring.
So, how to say this…? Silence and Sparrow were on board. They knew of the prince and I very much wanted to let him in, fully.
“The complications are gone,” I began softly. I felt like I was in a dream, floating and the words came with a sort of slow and sleepy, dream-like quality. “I am ready for… more with you. I am promised to know one,butthere are others I love… Silence and Sparrow. I do not wish to limit myself to one lover. But… that means everyone I’m with needs to know how I feel; needs to know there are others I love and will be with.” I smiled then as he paused in his ministrations, eyes caught on mine. “I love you all, but when I am with you, I am with only you. There are no others on my mind. You are fully mine, and I am fully yours. If… if you are well with this, then I—”
His kiss stopped my words, impassioned and hard, soft lips pressing with a raging desire held in check for too long. Yet he pulled away quickly to say, “I am well with this.” Then his lips were on mine again and his sponge forgotten as his hands dipped into the waters to roam my skin.
I came up for breath a moment later, loving how his hands knew exactly where to reach, how hard to touch, how to move and press. I moaned softly, but then said, “I’m still filthy. Give me a moment?”
He withdrew, hunger in those intense jewel-blue eyes.
I dunked my head under the water, finding the soap and scrubbing at my face and hair for a moment — coming up for air as needed — to cleanse myself.
When I came up for the last time, he had a towel ready. I accepted it as I stood, drying myself, and he watched with rapt focus, which made me blush.
I stepped out of the bath to dry my legs, and as soon as I was done, he scooped me up again and carried me to his bed. He placed me atop the fur-lined covers as he quickly stripped from his clothes. I gave a little gasp as he freed his erection and it seemed to leap up to stand proud before him, thick and red and ready. I snuggled under the sheets and when he joined me, I first put a finger to his lips.
“Please remember there are others close by and it is late,” I whispered. “Let’s try not to wake them.” And with those words my fantasy from the library at Hedgewild returned, flashing in my mind. We were hot and needful, standing with me pressed to a bookshelf as we took our desire from each other with heated gasps, trying to remain quiet… just in case.
If I hadn’t been aroused before, that steamy memory made sure I was now.
He nodded and when I removed my finger, his lips sought mine, desperate and needful. We pressed close, skin to skin, and I felt the rigid length of his shaft pressing against me. Between the sensuous bathing and my torrid fantasy, I was wet and ready for him, but he was in no hurry to enter me. His fingers found my folds first, pressing and playing, arousing me further. I opened my legs, inviting him in, but instead, when he shifted next, moving on top of me it was to kiss his way down my body. He pressed his lips to my neck, then the soft curves of my breast and the hardened bud of my nipples. We both let out soft moans of pleasure as he worked upon those sensitive mounds for a prolonged moment, his hand hard upon my ever-more-slick folds.
Then… he kissed down my belly, disappearing under the sheets, bringing his lips to my ready entrance. He pressed the flat of his tongue against me, moving it slowly over the area, before flicking the tip across my clitoris in an amazing shock of pleasure. My hands dug through his hair, pressing him close, as his lips found me again, sucking and nibbling, his tongue even darting inside me for an instant.
Sparrow’s ministrations with her lips had been soft and tentative, slow to build and producing a gradual tidal wave of bliss. Alvere was intense and rough, hard and needful, and my ecstasy quickly overwhelmed me.
I reached a peak and gasped as my body stiffened and shuddered, back arching. My hands left his hair to grab my own breasts, pressing and tweaking my nipples to enhance this first orgasm. And luckily, Alvere took the cue. He stopped with his lips and moved up again and this time, I did feel the press of his erection against me. He paused as his head and shoulders emerged from under the covers, gaze intent on mine… as if asking permission.
I nodded, wordless, and he smiled. He entered me slowly, watching my lip-biting reaction. He was thicker than Silence, and I could feel every inch of his hard flesh against all manner of wonderful places within me as he filled me. And when I felt his loins press to mine, grinding down hard, I was surprised at his length. He felt so big within me, even though he hadn’t seemed that much larger than Silence.
His body trembled, and his eyes rolled up then closed for a moment as he pressed hard within and against me. He swallowed and his eyes opened, gaze meeting mine.
“You’re too much for me,” he whispered. “I don’t know how long I can—”
I reached up, drawing his face down to mine, loving the heavy feel of his body on me, the press of his solid planes against my soft hills. I tasted myself upon his lips as we kissed and still drew him closer, deeper.
I pushed him back a moment to say, “I’m tired, Alvere, and you’ve already given me pleasure. Take yours.”
He didn’t need more of an invitation. He began a series of short, hard thrusts, pressing his body to mine in amazing ways. And even as I felt his erection swell as his own release quickly built, I felt myself rising to another high.
With a final thrust and a quiet grunt, a full-body shudder took him as he exploded within me.
I was so close to my own release. I just needed him in the right place. So, I reached down to grab his buttocks, pulling him to me, pressing him where I needed him. He twitched and pressed closer, shifting over me, which made my bliss rise higher, but the release still eluded me.
