Chapitre 92: Just Let Go

RETH

Reth groaned on her nipple and she gasped again. Her breath came in short bursts that she held at the peak of each slide of his fingers, her hips beginning to undulate in time. He could tell she meant to say no, to push him off, to let them join, but each new crest of the wave, each new jolt to her core just sent her gasping to the next. His breath rushed against the skin of her stomach as he shuddered and dropped his forehead to her chest.

One of her knees wobbled and she grabbed at his shoulders. "Reth, I—"

"I have you, Elia, relax. Let go. I have you."

With a shiver, she leaned back into his hand, lifting one leg to hook around his waist, her voice breaking at each press. Reth pleaded with the Creator to guide him—she was almost there… almost there…