Chapter 126: Somthing is coming [+18]

The fire had burned down to a low glow by the time her mouth left mine. She stayed close, forehead resting against my brow, breath warm and uneven against my lips.

My hand was still on the curve of her ass through the thin fabric. Every time my fingers flexed she made a small sound — a soft "uhmm" or a shaky "hngg"— and her hips shifted against me like she couldn’t help it. The sand under us was cool. Her skin was not.

"Barry," she whispered. Her voice was thin. "Your hands... they’re so warm. I can feel them through the cloth. Every time you squeeze I—" She broke off, cheeks darkening. "It makes my stomach feel tight."

"Tell me if you want me to stop." I said.

She shook her head once with embarrassment. The motion made a strand of hair fall across her cheek and stick to the corner of her mouth. "Don’t. Just... don’t stop. I like it. I like how careful you are and how you still... hold me like that."

I slid my other hand up her side, slow enough that she could feel every inch. The outer robe was already loose. When my palm reached the underside of her breast through the inner layer she sucked in a breath — "ahh"— and her fingers tightened in my hair. I cupped her. She was soft and full, the weight of her filling my palm. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the way her nipple tightened under my thumb. I rubbed it in slow circles and she made a broken little noise against my mouth, "uhmm... hngg", hips rocking once.

"You’re shaking– Fire empress~" I murmured.

"I–I know." Her voice cracked. "I can feel you. All of you. Against me. Hard. And warm. Every time I move I feel it press against the inside of my thigh and it—it makes everything between my legs feel heavier. Wetter.Is– Is that normal?"

"It’s normal," I said. "It’s good."

I kissed her again, deeper. Our tongues met properly this time — wet, the soft *slurp* and *smuch* of it audible in the still air. She moaned into it, a low "mmm... ahh", the sound vibrating against my lips.

When I pushed the inner robe aside and closed my bare palm over her tits she gasped, "ahh— Barry—", and arched into the touch. Her nipple was stiff against my skin, a small hard point. I rolled it between my fingers and she whimpered, thighs pressing together for a second before she forced them apart again.

"Can I touch you more?" I asked against her mouth.

"Hnm–ye–yes." The word came out shaky. "Uhmm, Please. Anywhere. I want—I want to feel your hands on me. Please do whatever you want. I’ve been thinking about it. Since you said you’d take responsibility. I didn’t know it would feel like this."

I slid one hand down her stomach, under the hem of the robes. Her skin was warm and smooth. When my fingers reached the inside of her thigh she tensed, then opened her legs a fraction more. The thin fabric between her legs was already damp, clinging. I pressed two fingers against her through it and she made a sharp, surprised sound — "ahh! Wait–No–! uhmm"—.

"You’re soaked," I said.

"It’s–it’s because –." Her cheeks were burning. "Every time you kiss me, every time you touch me, it gets worse. I can feel it. Wet. Between my legs. Sliding. It’s—ah—embarrassing. Can–Can you... can you feel how hot it is?"

"I can." I rubbed her slowly through the cloth. The fabric clung to her. I could feel the shape of her under it, soft and swollen. She whimpered, "hngg... mmm", and started to rock against my hand in small, helpless circles. The wet sound of it was faint but clear — a soft, slick *schlick* every time my fingers moved. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes–No–, i– i mean i don’t know, hngg–this feel weird, ahh–, Barry, wait—" she gasped. "If you keep doing that I won’t be able to think, wait –ahh–barry–"

Then–

I eased her back onto the sand, careful with her robes, and settled between her legs. She watched me with wide, wet eyes as I pushed the fabric up and aside. The firelight caught on the pale skin of her thighs and the soft, pink folds between them. She was glistening. A thin strand of wetness stretched when I gently parted her with my thumbs. She made a small, embarrassed sound and tried to close her legs. I held them open.

"No–No, wait– Barry, you –you can’t see it like this" she said with her face full of shyness and embracement.

"Don’t you tell me i can do whatever? Then should i stop if you don’t want it?"

She looks at me a little longer and relaxed her legs " No–i–i don’t mean that – but –it’s just–"

"It’s Beautiful," I said.

"Don’t say things like that," she whispered, but her hips lifted a little toward me. "It’s... embracing. And wet. I can feel the air on it. It’s cold. Your breath... it’s– it’s warm."

I leaned in and licked her once, slow, from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit. She cried out — "ahh! Barry—"— and her hands flew to my hair. The taste of her was warm and faintly sweet, a little salty at the edges. I did it again, flatter this time, and she moaned, long and shaky, "uhmm... hngg... mmm, ahhh".

"Your tongue," she gasped. "It’s—ah—hot. And Soft. I can feel every—every part of it. When you... hngg–when you –ahh–press it right there—"

I focused on her clit, licking in slow circles. Her pink tongue peeked out between her lips as she bit down on a moan. Every time I flicked the tip of my tongue over the little bud she made a high, broken sound — "ahh— uhmm— nghh"— and her thighs trembled around my head. I sucked gently and she nearly came off the sand.

"Barry—! Too much—ah—Somthing–comin–don’t stop—please don’t stop— it feels like—like something is pulling tight inside me—"