Page 72 of Unrivaled
The thought made all the memories and sensations and desires rush into my head and then get stuck, like a bottle with a neck too narrow for the contents.But their hands kept on working patiently at my laces.The ache between my legs had become a familiar beat, steady, persistent.
“I don’t like trying to use words and feel things,” I admitted.
They glanced up at me, their expression a little more serious.“Can you speak, when you’re in the waves?Do you have a signal?”
“A signal?”
“To stop.”
I did.I had a signal to stop anything, at any time.The notes of the whistle formed in my head.But Elnyta had already recognized the undergarment.Their people came from the Steppes.They might recognize Matri’sion whistles.“No.”
“What’s a word you’d say easily?”they asked, leaning back.I let my hands fall away until they found Elnyta’s leg beneath me.
I shook my head, because it wasn’t about theword.It was aboutanywords.“I can tap?”I demonstrated, tapping twice in quick succession on their thigh.
A ripple went through them again.Their hands paused for a moment.“Could you take mount, too, princess?”
They said the phrase as naturally as Isolde did.I didn’t move.It was a test, and it would have shown them that, yes, I knew steppe combat as well as wearing their undergarments, and yes, I knew what it was totake mount.
Their gaze was speculative as they looked up at me.“Strong.Sensible.Sensual.”Elnyta tugged a little firmer on a string, so that I moved with the pressure.They lifted their mouth and brushed a kiss lightly against my lips.“I can’t think of any way to saymakes things happenthat starts withs, so just imagine I found a lot of flattering words, and they all rhymed.”
My worries and secrets melted away in the face of their charmingly unpolished attempt to put me at ease.I didn’t tell Elnyta their words didn’t rhyme.
“Now,” they said, against my lips.“I had an especially excellent daydream involving spreading you out across my desk and fucking you with my big, curved cock slowly.”
I could imagine it, with just those words.My legs over Elnyta’s shoulders, my feet hooked behind their head, or together behind their shoulders, one of their hands on my pubic bone, the slap of flesh, the way their lips would part, and their chest would rise and fall as they worked with me toward the edge.Heat flooded me.I realized how close to my breasts those rough hands were.They wouldn’t be uncomfortable against my nipples.I couldn’t imagine they’d be uncomfortableanywhere.
Trouble gleamed again in their gaze.“Is this agreeable?”
“Yes.”I was agreeing to a lot more than just that one fantasy.I hoped Elnyta knew it.
“Should I,” they tugged again, and I swayed close for another kiss, “take that to mean you’re happy for me to put my fingers or cocks into your cunt?”
I blinked.“All at once?”
They grinned.“I have alotof choices, so I’d not recommendallof them.”They pressed a kiss to my lips.“I’ve none of them with me today.”
I wrapped a hand around one of their wrists, feeling the strength there, the warmth.“You seem to have some with you,” I disagreed, suspecting they were simply trying to warn me there’d be no dick to ride.“And I’ve no particular requirement for a cock.”The possibilities narrowed down delightfully.“Will you be happy to be touched?”I asked.
“I’ll keep my shirt on,” they said.“But I did have another daydream about you, and your clever mouth.”
It was all the permission I needed to let my imagination go.I felt the heat pool again, the ache so sweet and hot between my legs.I drew in a breath.“On my bed, I hope.”
“Wherever you put me, princess,” they said, an answering smile tugging at their mouth.
Their wrist was all the lever I needed.I pulled us both up, and though I kept hold of their hand, there was no dragging involved.Their steps were every bit as quick and hurried as mine.
“Whitecaps and waves,” they breathed, looking out the open window.“Not even in Azashi do they have such views.”
I paused for a moment to enjoy the vista before us.The orchard in bloom, the sea a deep, brilliant blue, the city sprawling out before us.
They stepped back from the window, concern on their face, and I wrapped my arms around them, holding their back against my belly.“No one can see us?”Elnyta asked.“You’ll not be tarred or feathered?”
“No.”They felt smaller than I’d expected in my arms.They were so full of life, of piss and vinegar, that I’d seen them as a lot larger than they truly were.They fit as well as I’d hoped, though.
I lowered my head so I could nuzzle at their ear again.My hands went to their belt, and I felt the quiet laugh more than I heard it in the quick swell and fall of their belly.The knot and buckle gave way.Their hands went to my hair.“Are you trying to humble me, princess?Here, overlooking your kingdom?”
The note of teasing in the question left me with no doubt Elnyta never intended to be humbled.“You could enjoy the view,” I offered, feeling the weight of the belt slip into my hands.I gathered it up carefully, rather than risk their weapons and pouches spilling.I stepped away to put it on the chair at the dresser.
