His eyes go wide as he stays there, fully seated inside of me. Satisfaction blooms in my chest, as exquisite as the pressure and fullness he brings.
“Move, Ra’Sa,” I murmur.
He groans as he pulls out, half way. The action is thrilling.
I’ve never talked during sex. Never told a man what to do.
“Come back.”
He slams into me, and it’s as if sparks ignite over my skin.
“Again, and move your hips from side to side,” I beg.
A new pressure, wholly unique from his length, starts to build, like sparkling wine in a bottle.
Every direction I give him is taken with unfettered enthusiasm. Out of pure madness, my hand trails down my belly between us, reaching the spot he brushes against with his soft skin. He lacks hair, unlike giants or humans, but something about the tilt of his pelvis is enough to tease.
To coax.
When I rub through the mess I’ve made, the effect is instant. He moves inside again, and I cry out.
“Ra’Sa!”
It's impossible to hold back. Impossible not to climax when he moves so perfectly.
I pant and claw at his back.
"What is this?" he asks as my back arches off the bed.
"I'm coming for you," I say slowly, quietly, as the wave crashes.
I bolt upright. Sweat causes my nightgown to cling to my skin, and I press a hand to my forehead.
My cheeks are flushed, as are my neck and chest. My breasts are sensitive and heavy.
Gods. I fell asleep.
This attraction to Ra'Sa is seeping out of my sleeping moments and into the real world. They've plagued me, waking moments that only began to peek back after kissing Ra’Sa in the woods.
After lighting one of the small lamps near my bed, I smooth my hands across my hair. There's still laundry everywhere, but at least I found space to bathe.
When I stand, preparing to go for water, my night dress scratches over my skin. The heat—the dryness in my throat—intensifies.
The scrape against my nipples feels like torture, and I gasp.
I know what I like. Years of pleasing men have left me an expert in my own body. Wanting someone else, man or woman is rare, and these emotions have only grasped me a few times since the twins were born.
Before the girls, my short affair with Seranya was nothing more than kisses, but she would say such delicious things. She taught me the art of self-love, and I was grateful for that.
It helped me make the rules.
But Ra’Sa… I’m not supposed to feel like I could unravel at any second.
An abdominal cramp has me doubling over, and all I can think is how good I imagined Ra’Sa to feel.
I see him so clearly that I can almost feel his touch. Everything is tender. Ready.
The deep wanting mingles with the throbbing pain.