Page 39 of Claim the Light
His fingers play across my back while his gaze devours my mouth before he leans in. He stops, his lips close to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. With a glimmer of a smile, he says, “I promised I’d only use my hands right now.”
Part of me wants to tell him that kissing is fine with me. After all, we kissed only moments ago. But he said he wanted to prove he’d keep his word, and his hands… well, they’re doing amazing things to my body.
When his right hand rises to tangle in my hair, his touch sending delicious shivers down my back, my breath catches and I close my eyes, loving every sensation he’s creating within me.
How can a touch that doesn’t even come near my core lift me so high?
But that’s what he’s doing. Lightly stroking my neck, my shoulders, tracing the line of my biceps, then back up to my jawline, the underside of my bottom lip, back across my shoulders and down my spine.
His question is low and soft, whispered against my neck, and it sends a thrill through me.
“Would you enjoy it if I stroke you until you cum?”
Dear saints, yes.
As the steam continues to rise around us, I lean in close to taste the water on his lips. My breathing is slow and deep, but I’m barely in control. “I would, yes.”
With one hand splayed across my back, he draws his right hand forward, skimming the base of my left breast before slipping his hand down my stomach to my pelvis. Cerulean-blue scales blossom across my skin as he moves, following the path of his palm to my left hip.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he presses his palm to the side of my hip while his thumb slips beneath my panty line. I gasp as his wet skin descends from the edge of my pelvis to my core. A light press that makes me gasp with pleasure.
I brace against the hand he holds at my back as the instinct to rock against his hard length becomes stronger.
I resist it. For now, I want him to control this.
I wanthimto give me what I need.
He seems to sense it, his thumb moving gently from side to side against me with the perfect pressure. Not too hard. Not too soft.
I moan as the need within me builds. My hands find his chest, molding to his shoulders, sliding to his neck and down to his stomach, my senses expanding to inhale the scent of his body, my fingertips feeling like they’re taking in the energy of his scales as they appear at my touch.
When my fingertips brush his lower stomach, he groans and it ignites me. Wanting more, I lean forward and whisper, “I want you to kiss me. On my lips and anywhere else you like.”
He responds by capturing my lips, and I love the taste of his skin on mine. I’m conscious of every droplet of water beading on his body.
With his hand beneath the elastic, the side of my underpants presses against the back of my thigh, but I don’t care. I rock against his thumb, faster as I abandon what remains of my inhibitions and embrace the heat and pleasure that he’s giving me.
I’m forced to break contact with his mouth when my breathing increases. Too fast to draw breath while kissing him.
I catch the heat in his eyes before he lowers his mouth, his tongue flicking over the top of my sodden bra and lower. When he closes over my left nipple, sudden warmth spears through me.
It tips me over into an orgasm that bursts to life and ripples through my entire body, a release so pure that it leaves me gasping and trembling against him.
I’m aware that my scales are rippling across my body, pulsing in time to the waves of the crash, which lasts…
Long seconds.
It feels like a lifetime.
Long enough for my heart to swell and the bond I feel with him to grow.
The intensity fades, but the feeling remains.
I’ve never felt so calm and safe after any sexual interaction before.
I lift myself a little, giving Micah enough space to slide his hand free. But he doesn’t put me away from himself. Both of his arms close around me, drawing me closer. He plants kisses against my cheeks and chin and lips. The same light touch that only makes me want more.
So much more.
