Chapter 15: Erotic strokes

It was a devilishly simple game. The maiden would crawl toward him, her abundant thighs brushing against his legs beneath the sheets, her full, jiggling breasts teasing his greedy gaze.

Just as he reached out for those luscious mountains, she would mischievously pull away, leaving him aching and desperate.

Her thighs, soft yet firm, held his legs hostage between them. He didn't want to move, not with the friction of her flesh igniting sparks against his already throbbing erection.

When she drew close, her breasts tantalizingly close enough for him to imagine biting into their generous fullness, her knuckles would graze him just enough to make him shudder. "Good Lord, Grace."

The sensation was maddening. Each brush of her skin, each playful giggle as she taunted him with her softness, made him harder, needier, until there was no room in his world for anything but her.

Finally, when he managed to grasp a handful of her generous offerings, she laughed, a rich, musical sound, and her breasts wobbled enticingly in his grip.

His tongue darted out, tasting the warm, creamy skin of one, daring to take a lick of the forbidden sweetness before she withdrew again.

This time, she pressed closer, her breasts brushing over his chest and trailing downward.

The hard peaks of her nipples grazed his erection beneath the sheets, and the friction sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight to his core.

He withheld a growl, his jaw tightening against the overwhelming need to lose himself.

Her perfume was intoxicating, a sweet, sinful fragrance that seemed to cling to her skin, to the soft, bountiful harvest of her breasts.

The scent mingled with the maddening sensation of her thighs, which caused such delicious friction that every nerve in his body was on fire.

Rae sat in the corner, watching it all with wicked delight.

The goddess of seduction herself laughed softly, clearly entertained at his expense.

Her glowing amethyst eyes flicked between the two, her lips curled in amusement as he struggled to maintain control.

When the maiden's hand suddenly closed around his aching cock through the sheets, he sucked his teeth sharply, trying in vain to restrain the devastating wave of orgasm that hit him.

The force of her grip was exquisite, and his body shuddered, his chest rising and falling as he panted from the intensity of it all.

And then Rae rose from her perch, moving toward him with the fluid grace of a predator. She was a seductress in her full glory, her every step radiating power and desire.

When she reached him, she leaned over, her perfumed breath brushing against his lips. Her slender fingers trailed up his chest, her touch light and deliberate, until she reached his hardened nipples.

She pinched them, drawing a sharp gasp from him, her amethyst eyes glowing with wonder.

"Did you like it?" she whispered, her voice a silken caress that made his blood burn.