“I like being a girl around you,” I said, arching my back which made my breasts sway temptingly. “I like that you love the way I look.”
“Been trying not to look at you the wrong way for days now,” Ryse admitted. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t,” I said and it was true—I no longer felt like I was floating away but I did feel confident in my own body—in my own beauty. “I like the way you look at me,” I told him. “Would…would you like to touch me too?”
Ryse frowned.
“I shouldn’t…”
“Why?” I demanded. “We’ve waited long enough. You’ve known that I’m a girl for days now. I thought you said you wanted to kiss me. Please, Ryse…” I shifted, arching my back again. “I feel so needy everywhere. Please help me feel better.”
I could see him struggling with himself—feeling guilty because he wasn’t sure we ought to do this. But I could see the long, hard ridge in the crotch of his sleep trousers that let me know he wanted it as much as I did.
“I’m of age,” I reminded him softly. “I know what I want, and I want you.”
“All right,” he said at last. “But we can’t go too far. You’re a virgin and I won’t take that from you, Auri. I won’t take your virginity.”
“I don’t care about that,” I said impatiently. “Just touch me!”
And I reached for one of his big hands and put it directly on my bare breast.
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Ryse groaned low in his throat and then his big, warm hand cupped my breast, and he began to tease the tight peak of my nipple with his thumb.
The light, teasing caress sent sparks of pleasure through my whole body, and I moaned and arched up, wordlessly begging for more.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Ryse murmured. “Do you like that, little one? You like it when I touch you here?”
“Yes, but I need more,” I moaned. I was beginning to feel like I was on fire—like the desire that had started as a whisper had grown to a roar inside me.
Ryse shifted so he could cup both breasts in his hands and began to tug on my nipples, which made me moan some more.
“Please!” I begged breathlessly, though I hardly knew what I was begging for. “Please, Ryse!”
Ryse seemed to know what I needed, even though I didn’t. One big hand slid down between my thighs to cup my mound.
“So soft,” he murmured, still just cupping me. “Tell me, Auri—has anyone ever touched you here? Has anyone but you touched your soft little pussy?”
“N-no,” I panted. “But why…why do you call it that?”
“A pussy? I suppose because it’s soft and small and likes to be stroked like a cat,” he mused. “Do you like it when I stroke you here?”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped between my swollen lower lips, and I felt him stroking my wetness.
“Oh!” I gasped, my hips bucking as his fingertip slipped over the sensitive little button at my core. “Oh, Ryse, yes!”
“Gods, your soft little pussy is so wet,” he growled softly. “Are you feeling the need to come, little one?”
“Yes!” I moaned, pressing up to meet him—seeking more of his touch. “Goddess, Ryse—please yes, make me come!”
“I will but you have to relax and open for me.” He nodded down to where my thighs were clamped around his hand. “Spread your legs, little one—let me have some room to work.”
I did as he said and watched as his long fingers explored me. Every time he stroked over and around my sensitive little button, I moaned and jerked and nearly closed my legs.
And every time, Ryse would growl softly in my ear,
