Page 6 of The Naiad's Wish

“You had better,” I told him, pulling his shirt out of his breeches to expose his solid stomach. I rubbed an admiring hand over it, watching it hollow under my touch as he sucked in a sharp breath and enjoying the abrasion of the hair that began under his navel and led down to his lovely soft cock.

How strange, to think that when I first encountered his softness, it had confused and angered me. I still didn’t understand why he couldn’t get hard. I didn’t need to understand. It was a part of him, and so I loved it.

Whether he orgasmed or not—and he did not, at least not in a way I was used to—his pleasure was a thousand times moreoverwhelming than any of my former lovers, all of whom had come quickly beneath my touch, spilling over my hands, my belly, into my mouth.

Simply lying with Erik and pressing my body against his gave me more satisfaction and brightness than any youth spurting and wailing under my dutiful touch ever had.

“I have missed you,” I said, still caressing his stomach.

He watched me touch him, his eyes hot. “Oh, yes?”

I slipped my hand lower and caught his balls, squeezing gently. “Mhm.”

“I’m sure you found a way to entertain yourself in my absence.”

I cocked my head at the playful tone.

He was teasing me.

I released him and took hold of myself instead, putting a knee to the willow trunk and casting my shadow over him. “I did,” I said, working my hand the length of my shaft and moving my hips in gentle pulses. I hissed at the sensation. It was always so muchmorewhen Erik was with me.

He continued to hold onto my sides, his thumbs rubbing in gentle circles. “I suppose you kept busy swimming in your lake?”

The only place we touched was where he held me. One of his hands glided around to rest on my buttock as I rocked into my grip, slow and easy. His eyes tracked down to my abdomen.

He did love to watch my muscles work for him.

“Yes,” I said, and gasped. I wanted to say something else, something clever, but my thoughts grew hazy as my body clamoured to reach its peak.

“Took a few walks in the forest?” Erik said, still in that conversational tone.

“Hmm?” My hips were moving faster.

Erik’s smile flashed bright and strong beneath me. The hand that wasn’t on my buttock grazed up the length of my torso to rest over my heart, grazing over a nipple.

I moaned and flopped onto him.

He choked out a laugh, dragged my mouth to his for a firm kiss, then pushed my shoulders, easing me up and away. He ignored my noise of complaint. “Enough, Sayan. I want you home with me.”

“I want younow.”

“I want you now, too,” he said, “but I want you spread out beneath me on our bed, where I can spoil you.”

Spoil.

I shuddered at the word, and a prickling wave of delight rushed over my skin.

Erik loved to spoil me. I would take as much spoiling as he’d give me, and secretly want more and more and more.

I rubbed fretfully over him. “I don’t think I can wait.”

He pushed my hair back from my hot face, his expression fond and patient.

“But,” I said, heaving a sigh, “I will try.”

I pulled him quickly up to his feet, catching him when he stumbled. I took his hand, wove our fingers together, and drew him briskly along after me.

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