Page 82 of Enchanting the Elf
I turn the hoop around and Adelbert stares at it, tracing the lines with his index finger.
“You’re really talented,” he says, awe and admiration thick in his tone. “This sketch is so lifelike.”
“That’s your first comment?” I laugh, then ask more insistently, “What do you think about the horns?”
“They’re not completely unattractive,” Adelbert says slowly and brushes his fingers from his temples up to the highest shoot. “They’re quite similar to that portrait back home.”
“They are. But yours are longer. And thicker,” I purr and swallow down some excess saliva.
Adelbert laughs, then grows serious again.
“Thank you, Florence. I wouldn’t have been able to handle this without you.”
Taking extra care not to graze me with his horns, Adelbert tilts my head and kisses me sweetly. He trails soft presses of his lips along my jaw and neck, activating my horniness again.
Horny!
“Can I touch them?” I ask. My fingers are longing to explore this new part of him.
“Please do,” Adelbert says earnestly and rests his hands on my waist.
I start at the base protruding from his right temple and run my fingers up the stem. The bark is thick and rough, but with a smoothness to it that doesn’t make my fingers snag.
“Mmm, that feels good,” Adelbert says on a groan and slips his hands under my sweater—hissweater. “A little harder.”
I shift on his lap and add my left hand so I can study both horns. I map every inch I can touch, experimenting with light skims of my fingers and stronger grips. The moment is intimate, delicate, but an undercurrent of lust flows between us. Feeling daring, I fist the horns a little more roughly.
The effect of my touch is evident in the increasingly hard length pressing into me from below, causing my own arousal to seep into my panties.
Adelbert lets out a manly rumble from deep in his chest and tightens his grip on my waist. He pulls me harder against him and I rock my hips in search of that delicious friction.
My mate knows what I need.
Adelbert pops the button on my jeans and pushes two magic fingers into me.
“Yes,” I cry out and arch my back, rolling my hips into his mage hand, feeling grateful that this is the male I get to spend the rest of my life with.
Adelbert shoves my sweater up and mutters, “Off,” before carefully angling his horns and lavishing my tits with attention. I momentarily let go of his horns to chuck the sweater out of the way, then grasp them at their base so I can direct him where I want him.
They really are like handlebars.
The brisk fall air against my skin wars with the pleasant warmth of Adelbert’s mouth as he laves my nipple. He sucks the nipple into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, making me mewl with pleasure. My other breast is kneaded and he toys with that nipple too, rolling, pulling, pinching it—all while fucking me with his phantom fingers.
Panting and whimpering, mewling and moaning at the symphony of pleasure Adelbert is conducting in my body, I come so fast and so hard, it catches me off guard.
“Adel-baby,” I scream before my orgasm robs me of my voice and seizes every fiber of my being.
When my spirit returns to my body, I find myself laid out on the blanket, staring with hazy vision at the beautiful mustards, ambers, rusts, and gingers of the oak tree above me.
“Oh… my… goodness,” is all I manage as a very self-satisfied Adelbert stares down at me with an arrogant smirk adorning his face.
“I think you blacked out there for a second,” he says and brushes some hair from my forehead.
“Holy shit.” I blink lazily. “That… has never happened before.” A grin creeps its way across my face, and I roll my head to the side to get a better look at Adelbert.
“Wow. You really are something,” I mumble. Even my mouth feels sluggish.
“Something special, I hope.” There is zero insecurity in Adelbert’s voice.
