Free Her Lord and Master by Alexa Cole

thought. She was the most mesmerizing thing he had ever seen.
    He reached between her legs, and caught the soap easily.
    But he didn’t remove his hand.
    Elizabeth froze. Her breath stopped. Her eyes went wide.
    His hand was touching her. In her most private place.
    Fire emanated from her loins. The soap pressed against her outer labia, the last flimsy barrier between his hand and her flesh. He moved lightly, and began to make long, slow circles, lathering her womanhood with the soap. For what seemed like an eternity, he teased her this way, never touching her with his hand, letting the slick soap arouse her into a state of abandon.
    Slowly, the pressure increased, and he glided the bar between her nether lips. Up and down he rubbed, the soap growing smaller and smaller as it dissolved against her, his fingers now brushing her lips.
    Unhurriedly, he circled her button of pleasure with his thumb. He continued making spherical motions around her core with his hand. Closer and closer he moved to the entrance of her cavern, until the image flashed in her mind of his fingers diving right into her cave.
    She gasped, mortified at her own shocking thoughts.
    Ragnor’s free hand came about her left shoulder, and cupped her left breast. Languorously, both hands moved in unison, drawing slow circles of pleasure on her body, above and below, eliciting soft mews of desire from her lips. Meanwhile, his mouth lowered upon her skin, searching for the most sensitive spots on the back of her neck. Her floppy knees fell apart loosely, like butterfly wings. She tried to draw them back together, but they were made of sap.
    The sliver of soap floated to the surface.
    Elizabeth’s hips moved instinctively against his hand. He dipped the tip of one finger just into the mouth of her cave. It darted in and out like a little fish, returning to swirl around her sensitive nub. 
    Tension rose inside her. She felt like she was running down a hill too quickly, faster and faster, like she had done as a child, until she was flying out of control. The sensation was frightening, yet it was so thrilling, she couldn’t stop herself from running headlong into it, seeking the prize she knew, instinctively, awaited her ahead.
    Sensing her impending release, Ragnor pulled himself away.
    The time wasn’t right. Not yet.
    But it was a herculean effort. His balls ached, and his mighty little soldier was marching so strenuously, he felt like the thudding head would pop right off. 
    Ragnor held out the bear-skin robe, and she stepped quickly into it, scandalized by her own body’s response to him. The robe was warm and incredibly soft. Every inch of her finely-tuned flesh tickled pleasantly where it caressed her. He held her from behind for a long moment, his arms ensconced in the fur of the robe.
    Dragging himself away, Ragnor pulled the chair nearer to the fire, setting it conspicuously close to the tub. He raised her feet up on to the pile of drying cloths, situating them comfortably, and planted an affectionate kiss upon her mouth.
    She wanted to grab his head, and draw his mouth back down upon hers, to beg him to allay the prickly pain between her legs with his hands. But she clasped her fingers together tightly instead, and twiddled her thumbs to stop her hands from shaking.
    Ragnor disrobed unhurriedly, knowing full well the affect it would have on her. He was not vain, but he knew woman enjoyed viewing his body. Even better, Elizabeth was a virgin, whose innocent eyes had seen no man unclothed. Knowing he was the first - and only - man she would see naked did nothing to ease the uncomfortable condition of his stiff, rigid manhood.
    Elizabeth almost swooned, when he began to doff his clothes. What was he doing? Surely he didn’t intent to become naked right in front of her. She was seated less than three feet away from him!
    She squeezed her hands into fists, and tried to avert her eyes. She stared straight ahead at the fire, as he stripped off his shirt.