Japhinne was adrift, lost between bliss and intoxicating adoration so consuming that she forgot to breathe. And her only anchor to reality was the very one leading her farther out to sea.
G’raha, her Raha, her petit papillon …
His eyes were intense with vulnerability and trust between the waves of pleasure pulling them from her view and behind quivering lashes. Japhinne raised up to kiss those precious eyes, one arm propping herself up as the other encircled him around the waist and pulled him snug against her flesh.
Japhinne’s body trembled upon hearing his shameless whimper as his cock stroked against her belly and her own strap shifted to a new angle inside him. She needed no coherent sentence nor even a single worded plea to urge her on. Initiative was hers and she would drown him pleasantly with it.tre
“Yes…” he murmured as his nails raked against her shoulder blades like he read her mind for intention. Not that he would ever need to. No one else in all of Hydaelyn knew her as well as he.
A simple grunt followed by a shaky sigh of satisfaction slipped from her as she tensed and thrust her hips upwards. G’raha bounced and instinctively brought his hands to her shoulders for security which made her smirk into his cheek. Her grin only widened as she felt him shift against her to meet her with grinding of his own.
Dancing. They were dancing in a ballroom all their own and she couldn’t ask for a better partner.
It took no time at all for them to find equal rhythm with her leading in many ways and him in many more. So carefully attuned Japhinne was to him and he in her that they knew every tempo change instantaneously, welcomed a pause for a dramatic dip to which they were lost in a deep kiss, and even enjoyed a change of position to a new song all their own as he tumbled to his back and she secured his legs over her shoulders.
“Japhinne…” he whispered with a heaving breath, “Please…”
“I’m not done with you yet, darling~” she replied and a weak smile graced his lips. Her hand reached to trace that smile and his lips pursed with a pleasant click against her skin.
“”Tis not a plea for release,” he continued as his ears perked and his tail wrapped playfully around her leg. She did not need the miqo’te to finish his thought to know what it was he desired as it was written all over his face as she caressed his cheek. Such concentration in that wanting gaze to prevent himself from spilling over just yet…
It was delectable.
How it took all her might to not just snatch that control away and strike him where he had no hope of fending away the climax. Japhinne’s mind painted the image over and over again, tempting her to give in. No, she refused, not wanting the fun to end so soon when she envisioned so much more. However, that did not mean she didn’t get the fun of reminding him just how helpless he was.
With but a simple graze of her fingertips from a stealthy hand, G’raha’s eyes snapped shut and his head fell back. His hands scrambled to try and grab her wrist, but she scolded him with a kind hush and a pull of his hair which he obeyed between ragged gulps of air. A pitiful dribble of precum spilled from him and she delighted at the show as his cock flexed and tensed with the threats of an orgasm.
Between clenched teeth he hissed and whined, but she had little to respond with except a snicker and a kiss to his ankle after freeing his locks from her grasp.
“Steady now,” Japhinne eased and bit her lip watching her lover fight to come back to her, “The night is young and I intend to keep you up as late as your books.”
Immediately, his eyes became focused and his pupils dilated in that intrigue she loved so well. She had made a fine declaration and one he could not resist retorting to with a snarky, “Challenging yourself tonight, dear?” knowing it would crawl under her skin being the boldest lie told this era. At least he told it without forcing a fake smile.
He was cute when he wanted to be put in his place. He was just as cute when he didn’t and begged sweetly for every pleasure in all the Shards. But, he was damn fucking cute being a bit of a brat just like he was all those years ago full of youthful gusto and cockiness. And now, she got to reward him properly for entertaining her so.
Leaning forward, her hand once again slipped into his hair while her body pressed his knees to his chest. Trapped and knowing where the head of her strap rested within him, he swallowed hard accepting his fate and braced himself. Her own body shivered, excited to perform and give into the anticipation of his mewls and howls. It nearly broke Japhinne’s composure. Pulling his head back, she forced him to look away as her hips rocked with such agonizingly minuscule speed she spotted the hair on his arms and legs begin to stand on end.
G’raha’s chest bounced with shallow gasps of air and she counted them until they reached the magnificent number of ten. The eleventh was a hum of a sigh as she ceased and stole a kiss that made him melt into the bed. It was perfection wrapped in frustration so irresistible knowing where the night would finish– like a journey that left one aching, exhausted, yet thankful for all the adventure. The triumph, the relief… all earned with hard work and new experience.
How she craved it.
Breaking from the kiss, the elezen focused her lips elsewhere where skin glistened in the candlelight and G’raha greeted each ticklish touch with squirming ears and tail. Drinking in every movement and reaction, Japhinne wondered if G’raha knew how easily he played her nerves like a fine instrument. Fire and lightning skipped along her back with every squeak of surprise preceding the happy crinkling of his eyes. Her belly flipped every time his hands reached behind her head to guide her to a particularly tender spot needing more attention. The world ceased to be when their eyes locked and he licked his lips in a silent order to thrust once more and dance near the point of no return, trusting her to pull him back.
To put it simply, he was a masterpiece and one Japhinne wished to etch herself into the core of his being. Funny how chiseling was never her strong suit, but then again that normally was not achieved with one’s hips.
And with a calculated, controlled roll of her hips, Japhinne began carving her name as G’raha chanted it.