Ancient Thought by Viola Grace (books for 6 year olds to read themselves .txt) 📕

was silk sliding under her and the hard velvet of him over her. She moaned and sighed with every slow stroke.

She dug her nails into him. “Deeper.” He thrust into her hard, and she felt him going deeper.

Four hard thrusts and she moaned and shuddered under him.

He pressed a kiss to her neck and thrust into her, holding himself against her as he jerked.

He braced himself on his arms, and sweat coated them both. Yelfon kissed her softly, and he raised his head. “Satisfied?”

She sighed. “For now. Ask me again in five minutes.”

He withdrew and moved to one side, pulling her into the curve of his body. “This is not how I saw the day going.”

She snorted. “You and me both. I wonder what Kiol would say if I shared this memory?”

“I think it would cause a very un-monk-like reaction. Mathla-Luon would laugh their ass off.” He pulled her tight against him as if trying to merge them together.

He cupped her breast and rubbed one mound with his thumb. She shivered and tried to be casual. “Has Luon been in contact with you?”

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “No, but they had a good idea that I was going to get you.”

“Why?” She turned toward him, and he kissed her again, continuing until she was limp.

“I felt that you were on guard and then uneasy, and then our connection grew fuzzy.” He growled. “That was the point that I shifted to come to you.”

She nodded. “You are... uh... big.”

He laughed. “I will never shift inside a building if that is what you are saying. If you are referring to my current form, that is simply nature.”

She blushed. “I have just always thought about the conservation of mass when there are shifts.”

“Ah. Well, the Dremarai use interdimensional materials. We pull the stuff from ancient stars elsewhere and return that matter when we are done. The shape it takes is from within our souls.” He pressed his forehead to hers.

She smiled. “I have shifted shape once in my life, and once has definitely been enough.”

He grinned. “I like your shape.”

She blushed as she felt his erection against her backside. “I can tell.”

He eased her toward him and kissed her again, sliding his tongue along hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted her hips against his. “Yelfon, I am sorry to say that I have a need.”

He rolled until he was sitting and lifted her until she slid onto his cock to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed the soles of her feet together. She flexed and used her legs to move on him. He leaned her back, and his mouth worked on her breasts as she clung to his arms. Her breath came in shallow rushes and low grunts.

Her senses were under assault, and when he moved her on him with a fast and jolting pace, she gasped and moaned as her orgasm washed over her. He jerked within her, and they clung to each other as they tried to get equilibrium.

She smiled and asked against his chest, “Is there ever an age where you stop rushing to the pleasure? I haven’t found it yet.”

He nuzzled her ear. “We could try that another time. The slowest fuck possible.”

“Oh, you think this will happen again?”

He grinned. “You are a visitor to Mathlu, I was your first contact, which makes me your host, and as a host, your wellbeing is my responsibility. That includes your mental state, and sexual frustration isn’t healthy.”

She laughed and nipped at his chin. “I am rarely frustrated. I have a personal best from interest to orgasm of under a minute.”

He smiled, and his eyes were bright. “In public?”

She chuckled. “Only once, and I was in a vehicle with a friend. That was years ago.”

“How good a friend?” His grip on her got tighter.

She sighed. “He was a good friend, and he died fifteen years ago.” Libby raised her brows. “Do you really want my sexual history?”

He sighed. “I suppose now isn’t the time, but eventually, yes. I want to know who you have loved, lost, and loved after.”

“Can I ask you the same?”

“Of course.”

She had a thought and then got shy. “Can I ask you for a favour?”

He started to rock her against him, against the heavy pulse of him inside her. “I am listening.”

“When we have completed our activities, can you give me a single memory?”

He cupped her ass, and lifted and lowered her while he kissed her shoulder. “What kind of memory?”

She ran her hands up his biceps, and she gasped as she moved into him. She exhaled and shivered as he continued moving inside her and moving her over him. “The first storm you remember.”

He paused. “That’s it?”

She looked him in the eyes and nodded. “That’s it.”

He tilted her to her back, kissing her softly, and she wrapped herself around him, arching into every slow thrust.

She could hear her voice and his as well as the sounds of their bodies connecting and then echoed off the walls. She moved with him with intensity. Good sex could be noisy or quiet; she was choosing noisy, and the waves of pleasure running through her were proof of the quality.

She dug her fingers into his back when she came and arched against him while she shuddered. He ran his tongue along her neck, and when she relaxed, he shoved in hard, and she bucked as her orgasm fired again with heavy pulses that clasped him as he grunted and held himself inside her.

Libby sighed, and she felt his lips curve against her neck. Yelfon murmured, “Yes, I will share the memory of the first storm.”

She chuckled and stroked his hair. “Thank you. I think it might help matters if I don’t return empty-handed.”

He rubbed his lips across her collarbone. “You can have more.”

She smiled. “If you had asked for a visit from me, I would only have taken this, and it is all that I would have asked of Aloth