Page 139 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Begin with broad, worshipful strokes,” Varell directed, resuming the lesson. His shadow hands were sweeping in wide circles over Maera’s chest. “Honor the shape. Then focus on the peaks. A goddess’s nipples are conduits of pleasure. Tease them. Roll them between your fingers. Vary the pressure. Listen to her breaths.”

Kaelus’s hands hovered over Clair. This was a massive breach of their professional agreement—of every boundary they’d established. It was one thing for a mission to require a kiss, another to require, well…this.

“Kaelus?” Varell’s voice held a note of puzzled concern. “Is there a difficulty? Have you never touched your wife’s breasts before to give her pleasure?”

The question hung in the scented air, a direct challenge to their cover. Through the thin screen, Varell’s silhouette had paused. He was waiting. It was obvious he could see Kaelus’s shadow, still and hesitant. Their entire performance was crumbling at the most critical moment.

Panic sliced through Kaelus. He met Clair’s gaze and saw that her brown eyes were huge, filled with a mixture of embarrassment, fear, and something else… a dark, willing curiosity. She gave the tiniest nod. Her lips parted, and she breathed words so faint only he could hear them.

“Go on,” she whispered. “I trust you.”

Those three words shattered his resistance and ignited something primal in Kaelus. He had been longing for this since he first saw her bent over a microscope, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against her lab coat. He craved her curves with a hunger that had nothing to do with scientific inquiry and everything to do with pure, animal lust.

Kaelus poured more oil into his palms and warmed it by rubbing his hands together as he held Clair’s eyes with his own. Finally, he leaned down to touch her.

He began as instructed, with broad, sweeping strokes over the mounds of her breasts, slicking the oil into her skin, feeling their incredible weight and softness fill his palms.

A sharp gasp escaped from Clair’s lips and her back arched slightly, pushing her flesh more firmly into his hands.

“Gods, Lissa’ra,” he heard himself murmur, the word a rough growl. “So beautiful!”

She moaned softly in reply and her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Emboldened by her reaction and the delicious feel of her soft mounds in his hands, Kaelus let his thumbs find her nipples. He circled them slowly, feeling them tighten into even harder points beneath his touch. He rolled them gently between his thumb and forefinger, experimenting with pressure to see what she liked.

Clair’s breath hitched and a soft, broken moan slipped from her lips. The sound went straight to his cock, which was already rigid and straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers.

“A good husband knows his goddess’s body intimately,” Varell lectured, his own shadow movements becoming more deliberate…more sensual. “He knows how she wants to be touched… knows how to make her shiver. He knows how to use his hands, his fingers, and his tongue to bring her pleasure.”

His tongue. The mental image of sucking Clair’s tight peaks into his mouth flashed in Kaelus’s mind with such vivid intensity he nearly groaned aloud. He glanced down at her and saw that her eyes were wide and her lips were parted. Clearly, she’d heard what Varell had said too.

“Is this all right?” he whispered hoarsely, his thumbs still circling…teasing.

“Y-yes,” she whispered. She was trembling, but not with fear now. He could scent it in the air, cutting through the spice of the oil—the sweet, feminine fragrance of her arousal.

Her scent was intoxicating—it made his shaft ache with a need so fierce it was a physical pain, but he kept working, following the lesson as Varell continued to speak.

“Now, we move lower,” he said, his tone shifting to one of grave importance. “To the inner thighs and the gateway of female pleasure. Maera prefers a firm pressure here, but your goddess may feel differently. Experiment and see what she likes.”

Gently, Kaelus nudged Clair’s knees apart. She resisted at first but then their eyes met.

“Can you trust me again, Lissa’ra?” he murmured. “Can you open for me?”

“All…all right,” she whispered and she slowly parted her thighs. The intimacy of the gesture and the trust she showed him made his heart fist in his chest.

“Good girl,” he growled softly. “Now just relax for me—I’m going to make you feel good.”

Clair bit her lip and arched her back and though she didn’t speak again, he understood what she was saying—touch me.

Kaelus was more than willing to give her what she wanted. He smoothed his oiled hands down her abdomen, over the gentle curve of her belly, and onto the soft skin of her inner thighs. He applied pressure—first firm, then softer—stroking upwards towards the apex of her legs.

As Kaelus worked on the tension in her muscles, her body opened further. Nestled in the shadow between her thighs, her pussy was glistening, swollen, and beautifully bare. Her folds were slick with her own honey, the little bud of her clit peeking out all flushed and eager.

The sight was the most potent stimulation Kaelus had ever encountered. A possessive groan rose in his chest. Gods, she was so fucking wet for him!

“Now, the heart of the temple,” Varell intoned. His shadow was positioned between Maera’s legs. “Start with the outer lips. Use your thumbs and massage carefully to bring gentle pleasure.”

Kaelus obeyed. He used his oil-slick thumbs to stroke the outer folds of Clair’s sex, spreading the moisture and feeling her heat.