The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVI

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 16:

 All awareness left her, apart from knowledge of her nether regions and what was taking place there. It was warm and yet sent chills down her spine, as he tasted her, teasing the core of her extremely sensitive flesh with the tip of his amazingly soft tongue. Her hands gripped the carpet firmly as he worked her nervous system into overdrive, slowly torturing her entrance with his rough thumb. A prelude for what was to come.

As he pushed one finger inside her, while devising circles on the neighboring hot spot with his mouth, she arched her back upwards, her bosom crowning the glory of her nudity. Exploring inside her to his delight, he knew neither of them could endure this delicious denial of release any longer. The woman’s firm grasp on his raven black locks as her hips swayed against him proved him that much.

That was as much foreplay as either of them could endure, she knew it, reveling on the funny sensations the brush of his day-old beard caused against her delicate, tender and over stimulated flesh. She wanted more, yet not wanting this lush torture to ever end. It was then he reached under her, cradling her in his arms and carrying her to the king-sized four-poster bed.

The girl was thankful of the softness the bed provided, for the carpet had begun to cause friction burn to her back. As she lay there, waiting for him to join her, she allowed herself the guiltless pleasure of committing his mesmerizing body to memory, keeping in small details, which she so loved to do.

The way his navel was more of an elongated ellipse rather than a circle; his wrists, proof of his strength yet such a fragile area… she felt the urge to kiss and caress those wrists and immediately acted upon it. She could feel the blood coursing through his veins with her lips, kissing the thin and softer skin on the inside areas, in contrast with his slightly rough hands. It was terribly hopeless: she was bewitched by him.

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