Page 72 of Insolence (Eisha’s Hidden Codices #1)

El

I ’ve wanted this for so long. Aching to take her, I have to force myself to slow down.

Taking my time with her, we discover her nipples are too sensitive for much direct stimulation. But she moans and squirms delightfully when I lick and kiss around them. As perfect and pink as they are, they’re only a detour on my journey of exploration.

Kneeling between her legs, I kiss a path down her stomach. Dip my head between her legs. Bring her to orgasm on the tip of my tongue before sliding a finger slowly inside her. Then two.

I find the spot right behind her clit that drives her insane. Stay on it, working her up again agonizingly slowly. Teasing and tracing her clit with my tongue until she practically sobs.

When she’s ready, I press my free hand down on her lower abdomen. “When you feel your climax coming on, push against my fingers. Here.” I knead a spot deeper inside her, further back toward her navel.

An unbridled moan tears through her throat. She pushes. I knead faster, harder, arm pumping, while she wails like a feral creature. The wild thing that she is.

My arousal ramps up parallel to hers. While technically I’m in control, she’s dragging me with her like a captive.

“ Fuck , Tiss. You’re— I’m going to—” She clenches. That’s what does me in.

She moans her release, eyes wide and fixed on me. I come right along with her—a chain reaction triggered by her pleasure.

My vision blurs. My muscles burn. She’s still going, so I do too.

I don’t stop until she comes so hard her groan ends in a shriek and she sits up on the sofa, seizing my arm to still it.

“El, shit ! Oh, my gods. That was incredible.” Flushed and panting, she slumps back against the cushions.

Rose petals scatter around us, drifting from her head.

Her gaze sharpens on me. “Wait. Did you just—?”

“Uh-huh,” I admit, hanging my head. Reeling at what just happened.

“You can come? Just from touching me?”

“Apparently,” I sputter. This is the first time I lose my shit from pleasuring her alone. It’s never happened to me before, and I’m actually a little embarrassed.

It will happen almost every time I take this woman to bed going forward.

My embarrassment dissolves when she sits up, her mouth claiming mine. Slinging her arms around me, she presses kisses over my face, neck, shoulders. Pheromones seep from her pores.

Hands at her waist, I say, “I think you’re ready now.”

“Ready for what?” she murmurs against my skin.

“There’s more.”

She draws back. “I wasn’t expecting anything else.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” I give a breathless chuckle. Tap the tip of her nose. “I’m just getting started.”

I go to my satchel on trembling legs. Pull out the part of me I promised myself I wouldn’t ever show her. Bring it back and drop to my knees. “Do you know what this is?”

Mouth falling open, she accepts the roughly phallic-shaped object. “Is that—?”

“My cock.”

She smiles, staring at it, cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know they made them like this. But then, I’ve never actually seen one before.”

“I had it made years ago. Don’t worry,” I smirk, just to be a wiseass, “I know how to use it.”

One eyebrow raised, she examines the elegant curves hewn from tight-grained cherry wood. Turns it around in her hands. “I’ll bet you do.”

Shaped to give pleasure to receiver and wearer alike, a bulb on one end meets the phallus on the other at a perpendicular angle. The woman who made it for me sanded it silky smooth. Sealed it with a safe resinous coating that took a week to cure and left its surface slick as glass.

Tiss inspects it raptly while I undress, stripping off everything but my sleeveless undershirt and the cloth band flattening my chest. I slip my legs into the leather harness. Adjust the buckles.

Finally, pulse throbbing in her throat, she whispers, “How does it work?”

I motion for her to hand it back. She’s riveted as I slip the phallic end through the harness’s front opening. Work the other end inside me.

Once seated comfortably with the harness tightened, it curves snugly around and up. The shorter, wider bulb fills me and rests deliciously behind my clit so that every motion transfers.

An extension of my body, the phallus is the euphoric actualization of something I often feel is missing during these days.

“You’re staring.” I step closer.

“Can… can I—?”

“Go ahead. You can touch me wherever you want.” I gesture at my chest. “Just not here, please.”

“Of course.” Her eyes drop back down.

I shudder at the pressure of her hand.

She responds with a tremor of her own, fingers wrapped around my shaft. Moves up to explore the thicker sculpted tip. Blue eyes glittering, her whisper is fierce: “I want you inside of me, El Asher. Right now. Every last inch of you.”

Fuck me. I about buckle. “Lie back. Try and relax.”

I grab a small bottle of sunflower oil from a nearby cabinet. It’s useful for mixing with pigment to get a certain silky finish. Comes in handy for this too, from time to time.

Hooking my hands behind her knees, I give a firm tug. Bring her ass to the edge of the low sofa.

She squeals, gazing through her lashes at me. “Well,” she giggles, “I think someone’s excited.”

“Yes,” I hold her gaze. “Very fucking much.” The hitch in her breath sends electricity through me.

I coat the tip of my cock with oil. She’s already wet and fully aroused, but causing any discomfort whatsoever is the last thing I want. Especially her first time.

“Just breathe,” I instruct. “We’ll go as slow as you need.”

She nods, teeth tearing at her lower lip, eyes focused on my cock.

I kneel between her legs again. Line myself up with her opening and glance up. She takes a breath and nods.

Slowly, gently, I push forward with little stroking thrusts. She gasps as soon as I ease past her entrance. Her hands fly to the sides of my face.

I freeze. “You all right?”

“You f-feel amazing,” she moans, eyes rolling back. “I just— I need a moment. It’s so intense . Different than your f-fingers.”

Pausing, body on fire, I hold her. Let her adjust to the hardness and fullness. Her lips catch mine, drawing me into a feverish kiss while her legs wind round my hips.

She uses those legs to draw me deeper, inch by agonizing inch, stopping every few moments to get used to having me inside her. Slowly adjusting to being filled and stretched before pulling me closer. Taking more of me.

Desire scorches my veins the deeper I sink. Finally, when she’s taken all of me, I groan and kiss her, every part of me pulsing.

“Can you feel me?” she whispers, fingers combing through my hair.

I let out a soft laugh. Press a kiss to her wrist. “Yeah, I can fucking feel you.”

“What’s it like for you?”

“Mm. I feel how wet and slick you are. The slight resistance when I move. When you clench and relax around me, it pulls and— Fuck. It’s incredibly intimate.

” Brain swimming, I lean forward. Brush her mouth with mine again, never wanting this night to end.

“Gods, Tiss, you’re unbelievable. I’ve been dreaming about being inside you, connected like this, since the day we met. ”

She gives a happy sigh, but almost instantly, fear clouds her features. She tenses in my arms.

“What is it?”

“Even after I marry him, I’m still going to love you. I’m still going to want you, El. Now that I’ve had you, my desire isn’t going to disappear,” she says in a shuddering breath. “It’s going to be so much worse .”

“Hey. Look at me.” I cradle her face between my hands.

“I’m not going anywhere, Tiss. I don’t give a damn who you marry.

It doesn’t change the fact that I’ll still love you and want you with my whole heart.

I can and will share you. But when we’re together, you belong to me.

Only me. Understand? I will fuck you like you are mine and mine alone. ”

Her cheeks flush. The sweet citrus scent of thousand-petal roses curls around us. “Yes, sir,” she says at last, giving a bratty little jerk of her legs. Forcing me deeper.

“Fuck!” I brace my hands on the sofa back. “And you are obviously ready to go.”

I start slowly. Smoothly. Moving in time to her more and more enraptured moans. It’s not long before she’s shoving her head into the cushions, hips lifting, meeting my harder, faster thrusts.

She fills the room up. Fills my heart. Her smell, her taste, her smooth skin against mine become everything. Saturate my awareness until only Tiss exists.

Making love to her is infinitely better than I dared to imagine, touching myself and craving her on so many countless nights.

Now that she’s beneath me, legs wrapped round me, I know not a day will pass when I won’t want to possess her again. When the desire to please her endlessly won’t obsess me.

Before I know it, she’s pushing and spasming again. Her nails scrape my back as she cries out. My own climax erupts as soon as she comes on my cock.

I hear myself swear and gasp, muscles turning to water. I have to stop and rock my hips. Coming so hard my vision tilts, leaving me panting and awestruck.

“I adore that you come when you fuck me,” she purrs, her arms and legs tightening around me.

“It’s impossible not to,” I say helplessly.

When I hold her hips and start pounding again, warning shots fire through my nervous system right away. Another climax is almost instantly looming.

Realizing she’s edging closer to another of her own, I hook one hand over the back of the sofa.

Hold her down and grit my teeth while I drive into her.

Not stopping even after ecstasy explodes between us, my body shuddering, her walls clenching, all the space around us filled with the sound and smell of her.

The night goes on, and neither of us wants to stop. We both come again. And again after that. Time blurs. My muscles scream. Still, all of me clamors for more.

At some point she goes limp and moans, “I don’t care what happens, El. Please just tell me we’ll never stop.”