“You might not like it,” I grunt.
“Oh, is it uncomfortable?”
Truthfully I don’t know. Obviously I didn’t want children before Dyaspora so it’s not something I’ve ever done, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be unpleasant. Aurelia is so small though, I already have to make sure she comes first so I’ll even fit inside her—not that I wouldn’t anyway.
Ignoring her question, I turn her around and pull her back against me. I really want to end this fucking conversation, almost as much as I want to do something about the painful erection she just gave me with all her “curiosity.”
My palm glides over her hip, and she arches her back, pressing into me. Aurelia whines, and tilts her head, exposingher neck in silent invitation for my mouth to find that tender spot where her heartbeat thrums beneath the skin.
My hand continues exploring the curve of her ass, fingers drifting along the seam where her cheeks meet. Something primal stirs within me. Beneath the water’s surface, I trace lower, my fingertip finding and teasing around that forbidden entrance.
She lets out a soft moan “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and arousal.
I already think I know the answer, but I ask anyway, my voice rough with desire. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
She shakes her head and her entire body tenses, then relaxes against my hand. A surge of possessiveness washes over me. Now I really want to do it, I want to own all parts of her.
“Do you want to?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t like this, you won’t like knotting.”
“Oh, well in that case…” she says, light humor in her voice.
I press against that tight ring of muscle until it yields, just enough for my fingertip to breach the entrance. Her sharp intake of breath catches in her throat as I reach around with my other hand, finding her clit. My fingers stroke over her and her body jerks. A sound escapes her—half-gasp, half-moan—as she relaxes back against my chest.
“Do you like that, little witch,” I breathe, fingers still tracing circles over her swollen bud.
She nods, letting out a breathless whimper.
“Do you want more?”
She gasps. “Always.”
My second finger joins the first, and she stretches around me, her body yielding. A moan escapes her lips as she presses back, spine curving like a bow. I bury my face in the curve whereher neck meets her shoulder, breathing in the intoxicating sweet smell of her hair.
My cock throbs, desperate to be inside her. Every pulse of blood through my veins makes me ache with the need to claim her completely.
Her head falls back, throat exposed, body undulating against mine. My lips hover just above hers, breath mingling, but I resist the urge to kiss her. Instead, I trace the sharp line of her jaw with my mouth while my hands continue their work—one stretching her from within, the other circling that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her gasp with each touch.
Aurelia shatters against my touch, her release pulsing around my fingers as her breath comes in ragged gasps. When her trembling subsides, I withdraw my hand and grasp her wrist, guiding her through the steaming water toward the rocky perimeter of the pool.
I find one of the towels we brought from the tent and quickly lay it across the rough stone at the pool’s edge. Aurelia follows my lead without a word, hoisting herself from the water to sit on the towel with only her legs dangling into the water.
She shivers. “It’s cold.”
“You won’t be cold in a minute.”
She smirks and lies back on the towel, and I lower my head between her thighs.
My tongue explores her, finding a delicious contrast between the natural saltiness of her body and the mineral-rich water from the spring. I lap at her center until I feel her hips lifting involuntarily toward my mouth, her breathing becoming ragged and uneven for a second time. When she’s trembling beneath me, I move lower, tracing my tongue around her other entrance.
She whines, a sound caught between surprise and pleasure that vibrates through her entire body.
I lean close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Are you ready to give me this part of you too?”
Her eyes meet mine, pupils wide with desire. “Do it,” she whispers, the words barely audible over the lapping water.
