Chapter 84
She kicked the bedroom door shut behind her and started to remove his armour. He looked over to a large tub in the middle of the room, where swirls of fragrant steam drifted lazily into the air. "When did you get time to arrange this?" She smiled as she tugged at a troublesome strap. "I asked Leliana to have a chat with one of the maids."
With his armour removed, he stepped into the hot water and let out a sigh as he lowered himself. She pulled off her own clothes and asked him to scoot forward. "I'll squash you if you're sitting behind me."
She chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not so delicate." She climbed in behind him, and he slouched down a little so that his head rested against her shoulder. Grabbing the cloth and soap, she got it as bubbly as possible and washed his chest, then asked him to lean forward and scrubbed his back.
"Duck your head, so I can wash your hair." He did so, and Emma's breath caught in her throat when he emerged. Damn! There was nothing sexier than a man with wet hair. She kissed the nape of his neck, then massaged his scalp with soapy hands, drawing a contented sigh from him. "Why don't you come and sit in front of me so that I can wash you now?" She leaned forward and nibbled his lobe. "I'm all right, I've got soap all over me." He struggled to turn around, but she gave him a push to make sure he kept facing front. "I was just checking to see if you had soap on your breasts," he explained.
She looked down and then leaned forward, pressing her bosom against his back. "I do," she whispered, huskily.
Before he could try to look around again, she soaped up her hands and slid them down his firm torso and underneath the water where she took hold of his hardening cock with one hand, and his testicles with the other. There was a splash of water as his hips twitched involuntarily with the first soapy stroke up and down his growing length. His head bent forward and he watched her movements below the water, then a moment later his hand wrapped around hers, tightening her grip and increasing the speed of her pumping motion.
"That's it, love. Show me what you want," she encouraged him. He groaned and thrust his hips up, fucking her slippery fist in a jerky rhythm. "Ah, Maker… tighter, Angel." His hand convulsed over hers, and she followed his direction, constricting the space around his cock, and drawing another long moan from him. She rolled his balls close to his body, then stretched out two fingers and rubbed against the perineum. That did it; his free hand gripped the edge of the bathtub in a white-knuckle hold as his hips shot up for one final thrust and his cock erupted.
He slumped back against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, just holding him in a warm embrace as he got his breathing under control. When he'd recovered, they climbed out of the tub and Emma grabbed a large towel and began to dry him down.
"So, is this your way of making up for paralysing me?"
She chuckled but shook her head. "No, this is because you've had a very rough day."
He tensed up. "I… I don't want to talk about it."
She moved behind him and rubbed at his shoulders. "I know, and I have a feeling that you're not going to get much sleep, running over everything in your head." She followed the indentation of his spine. "Which is why I'm going to keep you distracted all night, or at least until you fall asleep." Her hands stroked over the rounded cheeks of his buttocks, and she couldn't resist a quick grope while she patted off the droplets of water.
Once they were both dry, she led him over to the bed, her eyes sliding over to the night-stand where she'd stored her purchases. His hands rested on the curve of her waist, and he pulled her close, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from hers. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, she was catapulted back to their first kiss in Ostagar. That same anticipation thrummed through her body now, along with a huge rush of love for the man in front of her. He closed the distance and his warm lips pressed against hers; his tongue slid between her slightly parted lips, and she opened up to him, welcoming him with her own tongue, and a soft sigh. The kiss was a slow, erotic exploration, a gentle build-up of pleasure stoking the carnal need within their bodies.
Gently he laid her on the bed, and followed her down, covering her with his own body, which fitted perfectly between her thighs as though they were made for each other. Slowly, he rocked back and forth, pressing his cock against her swollen sex, and coating his length in the slickness of her arousal. "So, how are you going to keep me distracted?" he asked with a wicked grin. She responded with one equally as naughty, if not more so, and stroked her hands down his back until they rested against his firm ass. "I have plans for this tonight." She gave it a squeeze, just to confirm which area she was talking about, and he jumped nervously, however, his cock twitched and she felt a warm spurt of precum land on her skin.
"I have to admit, I do like the feel of your fingers inside of me." She smiled and drew circles on his skin, feeling a little nervous herself as she told him the full extent of what she wanted to do to him. "Well, I was going to take it to the next step, tonight. I'll go slow, I promise, and we can stop at any time."
He pushed up onto one elbow. "The next step? How are you going to er… manage that?"
She stretched out her arm, reached for the drawer of the night-stand and pulled it open. "I'd use this." She watched his face as he took the item out, and looked it over. She took it as a good sign that he didn't seem to be disgusted, but that didn't mean he'd let her use it on him.
Her sex throbbed in anticipation, and a mantra circled around in her head: please let him say yes. He put the item down, and she felt a pang of disappointment. "So, these straps fit around…" He slipped a hand between their bodies and traced the outline of her groin. "…here?" She nodded breathlessly as his fingers slid lower, separating her sensitive lips, and pressing lightly against her clitoris.
"Well, I'd like to try it... on one condition."
Emma grinned exuberantly. "What's the condition?"
He took hold of the saartoh nehrappan. "I get to put this on you." She pulled him down and kissed him excitedly. "I'm glad you offered to do that because I'm not really sure how it goes on."
He laughed and shifted to the bottom of the bed. "I'm sure we can figure this out." He held up the item and studied it. "Maker, there are a lot of straps, but luckily, I have the gift of perseverance."
A giggle fell from her lips as he tried to make sense of the harness. "All right. I think I've got this." He bent his head, and placed a kiss on the arch of her right foot before sliding the harness over it; then he repeated the same action with her left foot. With every inch that he moved the straps up her legs, he licked and nibbled at her skin until her body ached with need. Before sliding the harness into place, he dipped down and licked a long line over her wet, swollen lips. She whimpered, and lifted her hips, offering herself to him. He chuckled, pressed a kiss to her mons, and then tightened the straps in place. She looked down the length of her body, peering at the dildo poking up from between her legs.
The sight made her bite back a giggle, and she sat up in order to change positions, then gasped as her clitoris pressed against a soft sponge. Oh, damn! That was an unexpected bonus. She reached over to the night-stand and grabbed the jar of thick cream that she'd bought from Armaas. She wasn't sure a grease spell would be sufficient for this level of penetration, and she wanted to make it mind-blowing, not traumatic. When he rolled over onto his stomach, she settled between his muscled thighs and started stroking her hands over his cheeks.
