Free Passion Light by Danielle Elise Girard Page A

a good way for us to be together before we have intercourse. I am larger than most men here. I need for you to be really ready for me, right now…with my tongue and my hands and then with my organ. We will have intercourse eventually but you will not conceive until this place is much safer than it is now or we leave here and go to my world, so don’t get too anxious and worried about us being together.”
     
    He kept touching her and her excitement grew as his fingers found her clit.
     
    “You are wet for me,” he said as he slipped his fingers in the cleft between her legs. He kissed his way down her body and up her legs. He knelt between her legs and pushed them wider so he could look at her. “You are beautiful here,” he said, obviously liking what he saw. He touched her and spread her so he could see everything he wished.
     
    Oddly now she did not mind being so exposed. He began to arouse her with his hands. She laid back allowing him to explore her with his talented fingers, lastly dipping a finger into her to feel all her wetness before sliding his hands up her body to her breasts as he began licking her wet pussy while his fingers played with her hard nipples.
     
    His tongue was even more talented than his fingers. He knew just how to work it, encircling her erect nub as his lower lip moved on her opening. Isabelle had never experienced such pleasure. Wave after wave came over her as she came in a burst of light. Her whole body clenched in waves of pleasure as she came. She barely managed to stop a shocked and aroused shriek of pleasure with her hand. The light confused her but she attributed it to the best sexual experience she ever had.
     
    He came up next to her and held her as she recovered, touching her soothingly and avoiding her most sensitive spots until she turned and looked at him.
     
    She squinted her eyes accusingly and asked him, “You’re good. It’s been years since the last time I came with someone else.”
     
    “Do you pleasure yourself?” he asked. His interest was obvious. His organ twitched in approval and seemed to get even larger. His eyes looked both darker and warmer than they had in the great hall. They spoke wordlessly of intimacy and maybe more.
     
    She had never been one to hide her feelings. She could keep secrets and in fact did so every day, but her feelings and emotions came through in her expressions and her voice.
     
    “It helps me sleep,” she told him. “Sometimes I’m so worried about stuff around here that I can’t get to sleep even after a long work day. All my days are filled with work and tasks that sometimes seem endless. So I get a couple of orgasms to help me sleep. It’s better than either herbs or drugs. But you didn’t answer my question,” she continued. “Where did you get your obvious expertise? I don’t want to marry a man slut.”
     
    It was a fair question. He didn’t want her to think he was like the men who visited this place.
     
    “Medicine workers teach us,” he said. “We know people make better marriages if they have pleasure together. It’s an important part of our lives, and much more vital to us than the way people here make relationships.”
     
    “So you don’t run after anything that you can catch like the men who come here.” She asked.
     
    “No, we don’t,” he said. “We are very selective about who we have sex with. Marriages are considered sacred. Mates, both men and women, are very important to our society and our traditions. We are trained to have wonderful and monogamous sex lives. We also know a variety of ways and scenarios to bring pleasure and variety to our lovers. Workers and counselors train young members in our society to give and take pleasure in the context of marriage. We learn to play in bed together, too. One thing we like to do is create our lover’s fantasies, and of course our own. They also train men to delay orgasm so that we have more self-control than men here. Most of all we tend