Page 20 of Drawn into Oblivion

Panting, he tucked his face into her neck and tried to concentrate on her—on touching her the way she needed and nothing else. He couldn’t think of his rock-hard erection or aching testicles. He couldn’t think of dragging her skirt out of the way and impaling her on his cock.

Mai couldn’t get enough of his strong, beautiful hands. She squirmed in his lap, rhythmically rocking her hips against his wet fingers while he puffed hot air against her neck. The warmth beneath her skin spread to her fingers, her toes, and the roots of her hair.

“More,” she begged, hardly recognizing her own voice. She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, but trusted he would know.

He circled the slick opening to her vagina with his finger. “Here?”

She made a small, thrilled noise. “Y-yes. Slowly.”

He nodded against her cheek. “Slow and gentle.” He took his other hand from her breast, wetted his fingers with his mouth, and dipped them between her legs. Overwhelmed, she curled her ankles around his calves and gripped his forearms. He resumed teasing her clit as he eased his long finger into her body, sliding it delicately through something tight at her entrance.

Her head spun. Moaning, she grasped his hips beneath her, braced herself on them, and curled her lower half. His finger sank deep. He growled her name as he worked his palm against her, and his thick joint eased the tight part of her wider. Then he crooked his finger and tugged somewhere deep. The sound she made was practically a sob.

“That’s right.” His voice was guttural. “Moan when it feels good.”

She did, over and over until it was one, continuous sound that hitched and sharpened every time he ratcheted her pleasure higher. She couldn’t stop. She was reaching for something, and it was so close.

“Rosuke,” she sighed, high and airy. Only after he groaned and bucked beneath her did she realize she had spoken his name for the first time—or rather, she had called it out while overwhelmed with pleasure.

He nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “Kiss me, Mai. Kiss me now.”

She twisted her body, not questioning anything anymore. She gripped his shoulder, and he sealed their lips together. He was inside her mouth, inside her sex. He had spread her so wide, exposed so much of her. And yet she had never felt so beautiful and desired.

The tingling heat burgeoned and overflowed, washing over her like a warm wave. She gasped into his mouth. Her vagina clenched and throbbed around his finger, dripping pleasure into his palm. She gave a heavy moan as he extended her orgasm, drawing out the rolling pulses and reminding her she hadn’t completely melted.

He gently ended their kiss and pulled his hands away. Still clinging to him, she rested her head on his shoulder—but only for a moment. Any longer and she’d fall asleep right there in his lap, cradled in his arms. Her limbs were as heavy as lead, and lingering pleasure still radiated. She opened her eyes.

“I didn’t know,” she whispered, looking at his glistening lips. She’d given herself orgasms before, but never had she expected to be given one so powerful by someone else, especially not Rosuke. He was panting, breath skimming her cheek. She could feel his heartbeat against her shoulder. It still pounded madly while hers had slowed.

Rosuke gazed at the long, sensual line of Mai’s neck, limned in candlelight, and struggled for control of himself. While she had been recovering, he had slid his drenched fingers into his mouth and—gods, what he wouldn’t give to dip his head between her thighs for a direct taste, to breathe in her heady scent.

He could easily toss her to the bench, take his place above her, and begin an age-old rhythm. His magic struggled to touch her, to complete the special connection he had not felt in centuries, but he firmly held it back, nearly hissing as it retaliated against him. His groin throbbed and burned beneath her, painful in its need for release.

But all thought of how intensely he desired her vanished when a tear slid down her cheek. His heart seized. “Sweet Mai, why are you crying?”

“What do you mean?” She lifted her head. Another tear fell, and she blinked as if in surprise. She wiped her cheek and looked at her wet fingers with confusion. A wave of guilt hit him so hard he almost reeled back. “I, I don’t know,” she said, even as her face tightened and her lower lip trembled.

“Did I hurt you? Scare you? I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, you didn’t. It was—” A sob cut her off. She scrubbed at her cheeks as though angry at herself, but her tears didn’t stop. Rosuke crumbled. He closed her dress as best as he could and turned her on his lap.

“It’s all right,” he whispered. “You can cry.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, hiding her face against his shoulder. He held her tight and gently rocked her.

“No, don’t apologize. I pushed you too far. That was a really big first step.”

Mai lifted her head. “No, that’s not it. What happened was…beautiful,” she said with a happy sigh. Not only had he given her pleasure, he had also satisfied the magic the Divine One had left on her. She felt loose and light and carefree. After fearing a man’s touch for so long, her relief at finding only gentle passion had been immense enough to bring tears.

He frowned. “I did not intend to cause tears of any kind, but…”

A puff of laughter escaped her. “I was as surprised as you. And I have a feeling there will be no tears next time.”

The crease of concern between his eyes smoothed out, and his gaze warmed. “Next time?” He looked at her mouth, and her heart leapt as he held her tighter. He leaned toward her, parting his lips. She met him halfway and slipped her arms around his neck as they shared another lingering kiss.

Chapter Seven

“Divine One help me, I’m so nervous,” the empress fretted.