“Lida… ” she whines, pleading as if I would dare to stop.
“Yes, my lady?” I cannot help but tease her.
Her eyes flutter open, narrowing at me. “Finish me.”
As intended, I stroke faster, plunging my finger in as deep as I can. Her whining grows into a crooning moan, her eyes squeezed shut. She is close, very close, and I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I stroke as if my life depended on it, as my fingers ache with effort, only daring when I am sure she is nearly there, I twist down and take her tit in my mouth. I suckle her nipple with tight tugs, bringing on the loudest moans yet, and then she is there. She cries out loudly, almost too loudly I fear, her body shaking and spasming as she is overcome with pleasure. I can feel her body clench down around my finger, I can feel the pressure while her juices gush out. I keep sucking her nipple rhythmically, while she moans along with it, only stopping when I feel her body relax.
While her eyes are still closed, I gently withdraw my finger, and curious, bring it up to my mouth. The tangy flavor is similar to mine, yet also different. I roll my tongue over my finger, licking off her essence, and my body aches inside. It knows the flavor belongs to her, and suddenly I want more, suddenly I understand why I must lap and suckle that flavor out. However, my mistress has opened her eyes, watching me discover her flavor.
She smiles, raising an eyebrow, waiting for my opinion.
“I do not know how to even describe it,” I say, taking one last lick.
“Palatable?” she asks with a grin.
I nod emphatically as she raises up on an elbow, using her hand around my neck to bring me in for a long kiss, tasting my lips with her tongue.
“I cannot believe, how you make me feel,” she whispers.
“I cannot believe this is real. That I am here, at last with you,” I whisper back.
She pulls away, hearing the emotion in my voice, and I know I must confess. I must tell her all the thoughts that have plagued me.
“My lady- Reka,” I correct, “does not know how long I have admired you, how long I have wished to hold you, to bring you comfort somehow. I would wish for it, to be with you, and then despise myself for it.”
Her face softens, her eyes glisten. “Lida…,” she pauses, swallowing, “I had wished for us to be closer, for you to know how it is that you make me feel, how you honor me with devotion that I know outranks your duties. And yet I selfishly kept silent, letting you slave over me, and-”
She pauses, her eyes looking down. “-enjoying it.”
I feel so much affection, thinking isn’t enough time on earth to kiss away her guilt. “Reka, I ENJOY serving you. Truly, you do not know how it pleases me, how I feel this…rapture inside to know that my labor, my efforts have pleased you. To give you what you want. I love nothing more than making you happy, however I can.”
She looks up with a little smile when I add, “Whenever I can, as often as I can.”
“That was the problem,” she sniffles, “I could not get enough of you. You would always have to slip away, to toil at something else. Instead of me.”
I take her hand from around my neck, kissing her fingers, kissing her palm, then her wrist. “Let me toil for you whenever you should desire it.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “What if I should desire it all the time?”
I chuckle, so happy again my heart strains to contain it. “Then you shall desire it just as much as I do.”
The exhaustion of our pent-up desires continues well into the night, exploring and sampling each other. I give her another burst, as she does for me, and in that ecstasy I almost forget that I am her servant, and she my mistress. I lay with Reka and am filled with joy and wish for another night with her, but for now, I will be more than satisfied to serve her for another day.
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