It coiled in her channel, tighter and tighter, until it unraveled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that rolled through her body, taking her to higher and higher levels of pleasure that seemed never-ending.
* * *
Ranulf held Sephie tightly in his arms as she trembled and shook in the aftermath of her climax, tears cascading down her cheeks.
It had been glorious, beautiful to behold, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and a deep dark blue as she looked up at him with absolute adoration.
Ranulf held her until the trembling and shaking stopped, gently caressing her hair, murmuring soothing words of comfort.
“That was… I can’t believe how wonderful that was,” she murmured softly against his bare chest.“Beyond anything I’ve ever thought that it could be.”
Ranulf raised his head.“That was your first orgasm?”
“Well…not completely my first.”Her cheeks blushed, her lashes lowered.“I’ve…touched myself before and learned what I like enough to…reach completion.But it was never like this, and I’ve never…with anyone else.I really am a complete amateur, Ranulf,” she admitted ruefully.
“And if it was any other way, I would want to kill any man who had seen you naked, let alone touched you,” he rumbled.
She chuckled as she looked up at him.“You really are a throwback to another time, aren’t you?”
It could have sounded like a complaint, but instead, it sounded like admiration.“I really am,” he confirmed.
“Good.”Her arms tightened about his waist before she leaned back to look at him.“Can I touch you now?”
“You never need to ask, my Sephie.But I think we should go through to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable,” he murmured after trying to lie beside her and realizing the sofa simply wasn’t big enough to accommodate him lying on his back with Sephie kneeling between his parted legs.
He swung his legs to the floor and sat up, keeping Sephie in his arms as he rose to his feet and then strode through to his bedroom.
“Did you do that?”Sephie gasped when the bedside lamp came on.
“I did, yes.”
“Another superpower?”
“One of many,” he confirmed as he threw back the bedcovers and placed Sephie carefully on the pale blue sheet before moving back to look at her.Her pink hair was tousled, her face still flushed.Her lips were swollen for another reason now.
His beard had rubbed against the pertness of her breasts as he suckled her nipples, those nipples still engorged and the color of raspberries.Her waist was slender above gently curving hips.Her mound was covered with a fine dusting of moist strawberry-blonde hair.
The temptation to taste her was too strong as he parted her legs and then slid down the bed until his face was on a level with her swollen clit and channel lips.
“Yes?”he prompted.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped softly, her hands moving up to grasp his shoulders.
That gasp became a throaty groan when Ranulf lowered his head.His lips were parted as he sucked her erect clit, the roughness of his tongue rasping over that sensitive nubbin while he lapped at the juices leaking from her channel.
She tasted, as Ranulf had known that she would, of strawberries.
He lapped up that delectable evidence of her complete arousal as his tongue continued to thrash against her clit.
Time and time again, his fingers circled but didn’t penetrate the swollen lips between her legs.Until Sephie’s groans turned into a scream and Ranulf felt her second release in her pulsing nubbin and the contraction of the entrance to her channel.
The temptation to line his cock up with that soaking wet entrance, to push inside her lubrication, to make her completely his, was so strong, it took several minutes for him to completely regain his control.
He settled back against the pillows and gently pulled Sephie to lie beside him, completely relaxed with her head resting on his shoulder.
Only their ragged breathing filled the silence.
“My turn,” Sephie said softly as she moved up onto her knees beside him.
