“Do you feel pain?”
The concentration on his face made her feel even more self-conscious.
“Yes,” she said, increasingly aware of the pose she was now taking. “But not… It’s not the pain you think… But I can’t any longer. I can’t stand it.”
She attempted to cross her legs, but he stopped her. His expression cleared.
“Two minutes,” he said. “Can you stand that much?”
She didn’t understand why he was so determined. She hesitated. “But you will stop?”
She thought that the corners of his mouth would lift, but they didn’t. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
“Two minutes?” she asked, just in case.
This time he smiled. “Maybe less if you don’t try so hard to control yourself.”
“What about the self-control practice?”
“There will be other occasions.”
She gave in. “All right.”
He didn’t waste any time. His mouth clung to her and he started…
Vanilla-chocolate-strawberry dream.
He wassuckingher.
All the tension she wanted to get rid of came back. Her muscles tensed as if preparing for terrible pain…
Sweet nightmare, why had she agreed to this?
How could she let himsuckher?
And why was he doing it sogood?
Make.
It.
Stop!
“Ah!”
She couldn’t categorize the sound that escaped her mouth. It was too quiet for a scream, too loud for a moan, and a bit tearful, but with a note of relief.
Never mind.
She felt good. Better with every moment.
Oh, so good.
So light.
One moment and she would turn into a dream…
XVII Hera