210 Creator's Mane

RETH

Every nerve ending in his body lit up at once when she put him in her mouth. "Creator's Mane!" he gasped, and arched his back high. But she put one hand to his stomach and held him down. And he was so overcome by the feelings she was giving, he shuddered, fisted his hands in the furs, and stayed there.

"Elia…" his voice was strangled. "Dear… fuck!"

But she kept stroking, kept kissing, kept taking him, slowly, so slowly, until his hips began to roll without his permission and small noises broke from his throat at each peak. "Elia! Light!" he put his hands to her hair and pulled her up. "Stop, you have to stop!"

"Why?" she gasped. "It seemed like it was working."

"Dear Lord, woman," he growled, pushing up to sit. "You'll take me over the edge and we haven't even—"

"But that's the point, Reth. I want to do this for you." Her eyes were wide and pleading and he stopped, blinking.