She dipped her head forward with her brows knitting tightly. “Please, tell me.”
“I’m sure you do not want all your emotions to be so easily read or understood,” he answered darkly.
She squeezed her thighs together as a way to apply pressure to her clit like that would help ease her, while refusing to allow him to pull his hand away when he tried. It was hovering above her pubic mound in the water.
A part of her felt so desperate she considered pressing it against her pussy and fucking herself with it.
I... I don’t want to be alone in this. The idea of it terrified her.
“Do you desire me, Orpheus? Is that why they change to purple?” He flinched. She felt him tense by his fingers twitching. What he didn’t know was the thought that he might was making Reia feel unbearably hotter. “Please, tell me. I won’t be upset.”
He slowly grated, as if the answer had been forced from him, “Yes.”
Her lungs tightened before she released a strangled breath as her heart raced further, making her fingertips and toes tingle. He desires me... Just knowing that made her channel clenched in need.
“I’m aroused, Orpheus.” The water reflected purple as they swiftly changed back. A wave of exhilaration washed through her in reaction, the colour now having a deeper meaning. “My body aches.”
“So that is why you were twitching? I was concerned.”
Claws raked against her scalp just above her ear as he captured the side of her head to pull it to the side. A moment later, he lifted himself to drag his tongue across the other side of her neck right underneath her jaw.
Her hands lost their grip when she let out a small cry, his tongue sending a strong trail of goosebumps over her from him licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He placed his now free hand against her stomach to palm her as it went down her abdomen and over her navel.
“Do you like my touch, Reia?” She felt his jaws opening as he pressed the tip of his snout against her throat, letting out a deep huff that felt even stronger than when it came from the hole of his nose. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” she answered more in a plea when she felt the tips of his fingers running through the curls of her mound.
She spread her thighs by making her bent knees fall to the sides, allowing him in without hesitation. Her hands shot for the edge of the tub once more to steady herself, this time because his fingers slipped into the lips of her folds and then stayed there.
Oh fuck! Her head fell back, an unhidden moan coming from her when he placed his index and middle fingers against the hard nub of her clit and pressed with a circle.
“I have desired you from the first moment you smiled at me, my little doe.” He growled the pet name, just as his other hand moved from her hair to reach around her to cup a breast and knead it. To wonderfully knead it in the pressure her breasts had been begging for.
It eased the uncomfortable pounding she’d felt in it so she could focus on his touch instead.
“I have wanted to play with your body from the moment I brought you into the safety of my home. To toy with it.”
Oh god, so that’s what he meant when he said toy.
She could feel the warmth of his body through his arm and his hands, his very breath as it billowed over the side of her neck and caused her hair to stand end.
His earthy scent surrounded her and wanted to swallow her whole, and when she looked to him, the purple in his glowing orbs seemed to have the same intention, to consume the sight of her. He licked at his snout purposefully when she was staring at him.
His fingers continued to slip in circles, making her legs kick out whenever he pressed just right.
Reia looked down her body and her breath hitched. The sight of his dark grey hands with protruding white knuckle bones, one covering her breast and the other dipping between her spread thighs to cup her pussy, was the most erotic thing she’d even seen.
The contrast of his darker skin against her paler complexion made it easy to see where he was. His hand was large, so big that her breast barely fit in it, and yet she could see he was strumming her nipple, plucking at it. The other covered her pubic mound completely, shielding what he was doing from her. But she didn’t need to see, she could feel his fingers playing with her clit.
I want them. Her eyes drooped as she stared at his hand between her thighs, watching herself buck into it with needy movements.
There was a place inside her that felt swollen, pounding with an aching rhythm that worsened with each swirl of her clit.
If he can feel desire, does that mean...?
Almost like she was afraid of the answer, Reia quietly asked, “Do you have a cock, Orpheus?”
He leaned forward, swiping his tongue over her ear, around it, inside it, and it sent a shiver through her. She heard the squelch of it against her ear hole.
“Yes, my little human, I have a cock.” She moaned in loss, in anticipation, in thrumming demand, when his fingers moved away to travel lower. He dipped them at the slit of her entrance. “And it very much hungers to be inside here.”
She arched, her hips tilting forward as the rest of his hand cupped around her entrance as his two fingers bent while he just stroked it. Just teased it. Prodding her slightly, but nothing more.
“Inside me,” she begged.
She needed something inside her. Her core was weeping from it, hot and burning to be filled with something, anything. I need his fingers inside me.
“Your well is very wet. It’s so slippery I can even feel it in the water.”
She groaned at his words, squirming in both embarrassment and with trying to get them inside herself.
“Please don’t call it that.”
He made a thoughtful noise.
“What do you want me to call it then?”
Reia cringed because she wasn’t quite sure. What did she want him to call it?
“My pussy... or cunt.”
He gave a small chuckle of humour, the sound of it from him like a wicked sin to her writhing insides that quivered in reaction. A sound like that shouldn’t be so intoxicating from something like him.
“I like that word,” he nearly purred, drawing his tongue over her face to slip it over her lips. “Do have any idea what I want to do to your little cunt, Reia?”
His forefinger slipped away as he pressed his middle one inside. Her body latched onto it tightly at the snug fit of it. Already it tried to suck it in further. Her lips parted as her breaths hitched, her body trembling at the slow pressure being pressed inside, stretching her around his big finger.
“I want to taste it again.” His finger pushed all the way in until his last knuckle was just outside her entrance. “You tasted so delicious that not a moment has passed that I haven’t wanted to drink the aroma of it.” He drew back and then shoved it forward. “I want to stave off my thirst with your orgasms.”