He stroked the inside of my thighs. His thumbs brushed the short curls between my legs, not quite touching where I wanted him to touch me the most.
“Please,” I exhaled, not allowing myself to think too deeply into it.
Grat had managed to put me at ease with him, and I felt more shocked by my feelings than ashamed of them.
“How do you like it, Khala?” he rumbled. “Rough or gentle?”
“Gentle,” I said, almost pleading.
“Hm,” he grunted. “I don’t fuck gently, sweet thing.”
“I don’t need you to fuck me, just…keep touching me. Please?” I whimpered, feeling almost dizzy with need.
I likely couldn’t take his massive cock, anyway. I was glad it remained out of sight under water. But I’d do anything for him to keep his large, warm hands on me.
He looked doubtful for a moment, and I feared he’d deny me. It was so new to me to want a man’s hands on me when all my life I’d wished them off. But his hesitation only added to my desire.
I buried my face in his shoulder and begged, “Please.”
“There, there…” he soothed, wrapping his burly arm around my shoulders and bringing me closer. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you if that’s what you want.”
My heart soared, and my desire spiked when he slipped his hand between my thighs and pressed a thick finger to my most sensitive spot.
I moaned, hooking my arm around his neck and pressed my breasts to his wide chest. His chest hair tickled my hardened nipples. My inner muscles spasmed with another surge of arousal. I’d never wanted anyone so badly before.
“More,” I moaned, pressing my thighs together and trapping his hand between them.
“An impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled, finding my breast with his other hand.
He squeezed it a little too hard, making me gasp and jerk away.
“Sorry,” he drawled apologetically. “I’m new to this gentle thing, Khala. And you…you look so delicate compared to me.” He spread out his fingers, displaying his hand the size of a shovel. “Let me try it again.”
He splayed his hand on my chest, almost covering it all at once.
“Such a dainty little thing you are,” he murmured, exploring me by touch. “Just look at these little tits. Their tips are smaller than cranberries.” He gingerly took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, plucking at it lightly as if afraid I’d break.
Another hot wave of arousal rushed through me, pooling heavily in my lower belly. I rocked my hips against his hand trapped between my thighs. He curled a finger, flicking my clit.
“Oh, gods…” I gasped as my hips bucked.
“Come here now.” He leaned back in the tub and dragged me closer to straddle his hard, thick thighs.
His hand remained between my legs, protecting me from contact with his cock. Lifting me slightly, he bent his head and dragged his tongue over my nipple, then rolled it between his teeth. I stiffened at the press of his curved tusks on each side of my breast, but he seemed to be trying hard to remain as gentle as possible.
“It doesn’t taste like a cranberry.” He grinned, smacking his lips. “More like the pine soap. But I like how sweetly you moan when I do this.” He sucked the nipple between his lips again, eliciting another moan from me.
I cradled his large head in my arms, riding his hand while he sucked on my nipples. Lust rolled through my body in waves, swelling thicker and hotter.
“Harder…” I rolled my hips against his fingers.
He groaned softly in approval. His cock bumped against my thigh.
He was hard. Hard as a rock.
The realization exploded through my body with heat. Pleasure surged, tipping me over the edge. I gripped his neck harder, riding the most incredible orgasm.
“Good girl,” he murmured, reaping more shudders of pleasure from me with his huge but oh so very deft fingers. “Just like that, sweetheart. Just like that.”
