“Oh, Lumi’s such a prick. Don’t let her stop you doing what you really want to do. Madness lies there.”
“What makes you think I have?” I said. “One tires of doing the same old thing every year.”
He tossed back his head and laughed. “You are such a treat!” he cried. “And so pretty. I love your delicate skin.” He slid my sleeve up my arm till he reached the point where I’d stopped darkening my hands. “I do wish you’d stop colouring yourself. Your natural colour is so attractive.”
He dropped a soft kiss in the crook of my elbow. The softness of his lips sent a shiver of electricity down my spine. Despite myself my body leaned into the warmth of him. Scinty was the one who had first showed me how to really make love. Men are easy to please, but it’s fun to really make them swoon.
“Haven’t you got new conquests to win?” I said.
“I always look forward to loving you. You are the Queen of Lovers, my beautiful Shine.”
I laughed. “You say that to all the women. I’ve heard you do it.”
He grinned and squeezed my arm.
“Lady Chatoyant isn’t going to like you fooling about with her Spring Flora perfume,” he said.
“I’ll have to live with that,” I said calmly, opening another bottle and sniffing it.
“I think this will suit you much better,” he said. He held out the stopper of a bottle for me to sniff.
“Oh, no. Too fruity.”
“That’s right! You like musky, don’t you?”
As if he really remembered what I liked. Maybe he did.
“How about this?” He sniffed the stopper and then pressed his nose gently against my neck as if enjoying my scent. “Mmm, yes. This would be perfect on you.”
I reached forward to take the stopper from him, but instead he held it under my nose and when I gave a smile of pleasure, he traced the scent down my neck.
“Oh, yes, delicious.” He traced a warm finger down the scent trail and further down my neck into the hollow of my shoulder. He pressed his lips firmly into the hollow.
I tried not to arch into him, but something melted in my belly and tightened between my legs. His arm was round my shoulders and his big hand lay snug across my stomach as he kissed and nuzzled my neck.
“Lovely Shine. I’ve been so looking forward to seeing you.”
“Cheap words,” I said, trying to break the spell. “How do you remember our names, I wonder?
I turned intending to break away, but somehow I found myself facing him, squeezed against him, chest against chest, hip against hip
“It’s true when I say it to you. I have been longing to make love to you.” He traced my lip with his finger. His touch sent a jolt of desire though my belly.
His mouth came down on mine. I abandoned all my good intentions, slid my arms around him and opened my mouth to him.
As we kissed, I felt my robes slide off my shoulders and rustle to the floor. His knee slid between my legs and I slid myself on to it. His hand stroked down my back and cupped my buttocks very briefly, pushing me upwards so that I was riding his hard thigh. The pressure of it was delicious and I couldn’t help rubbing myself against him. I slid a hand into his shirt and felt his firm chest and belly and sliding down, the hard jut of his erect cock straining against the cloth of his breeches. Still riding his thigh, I tried to undo his belt.
“Patience, patience, my darling,” he murmured. He pulled away and I was lifted in his arms, and he was carrying me over to the day bed. “I want to enjoy your lovely body first.”
He slid me down onto the bed and standing over me pulled off his shirt. I rubbed my hands over the lovely hard muscles of his chest and arms while he bent forward and began to undo my body shaper. Murmuring, “Lovely lovely,” as if I was some wonderful gift, he released my breasts and began to lick and stroke the nipples. I tried to wriggle round so that I could return the favour, but he pushed me onto my back.
“Relax! Enjoy!” he crooned as he slid himself down my body. He ran his tongue down my belly. The feel of it sent tingles down into my crotch. Somehow my breeches were around my ankles. He was pulling them off. I sat up, hungry to ride him, and put my hands on his breeches, but he batted them gently away.
“What’s the hurry, my beauty?” He kissed me hard and deep and his fingers slid in between my legs, tickling, teasing my pleasure bud.
“Oh, Scinty, I want to ride you,” I moaned. I was slick with juice and my flower wanted to open and be filled.
He slid two fingers inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure deep into me.
“Such an impatient little Shine. Always have to hold you back, don’t I?”
I moaned, rubbing myself against those teasing fingers, and felt his tongue stroke down my belly again. This time he tickled it across my pleasure bud, teasing it with the tip. I moaned with desire begging him to let me ride, but he kept teasing and tickling and filling me with his fingers till I was in a fugue of pleasure, writhing and bucking against his hand. The pleasure of his touch was unbearably delicious. I was climaxing. I was completely out of control.
Only then did I feel him sliding his cock into me. For a moment I was startled out of my pleasure haze. I was used to being on top. But the feeling of his hard cock filling my flower sent such waves of pleasure up though my body that I abandoned myself to another climax.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I WAS ALONE when I awoke later. I lay under the crisp sheet for a few moments, remembering his warm strong hands, the delicious fullness of him inside me, the deep damp feeling of satisfaction between my legs. So much for my good intentions. I felt slightly ashamed of myself, especially after my conversation with Klea. But only slightly. One delicious pleasuring was better than none. Life is long and Blessing time is brief, as the old poem says.
As I was considering getting up, I heard the door open and someone walked across the room outside the curtains. My spine froze. The colour of the daylight showed it to be late. Curse it. Had the Blessing party come home?
I could imagine one of my noble cousins finding me here.
“What are you doing here, Ghostie?” they’d say. “This room is for mages,” they’d say. They’d probably complain to Impi that I was getting above myself.
If it was a maid, she’d be politer, thanks to my lineage; but she’d think I was getting above myself too, and there’d be talk, which would also get back to the mages.
When I heard the footsteps go away up the stairs to the rooftop above, I gathered up my clothes, slid out of the day bed and feverishly started to dress.
Another set of feet came stomping up the stairs below the room and someone else came crashing in at the door. As I ducked back against the wall behind the bed curtains, I glimpsed my cousin Blazeann. Since she didn’t storm up and order me out, she clearly hadn’t seen me.
“Toy!” she shrieked, thundering around the room throwing open the bed curtains. I slid under the end of my bed to join two pairs of sandals and some damp towels. No dust here either. “Toy, where in Hell’s name are you? This is a complete mess!”
“Why?” Toy’s voice came from the roof. Footsteps trod back down the stairs. She sounded utterly indifferent. As a mage, she could afford to ignore Blazeann’s temper.