He touches me.

I twitch the bedsheets aside so that he can climb in. It’s a narrow bed, and immediately his body is close against mine, close enough that I can observe the precise shade of hazel in his eyes. Because of his dwarvish stature, his hard cock is just underneath my breasts, which is an engineering detail I’ll need to keep in mind.

He kisses me, softly at first. The second kiss is longer, and during the third, I put my hands around the back of his neck and slip my tongue into his mouth. From there things quickly become passionate and a little frantic, and I’m feverish and breathless.

He breaks away from my lips to kiss his way down my chin and throat. I purr, and groan when his lips find my breasts. One of his hands slides down my hip, then between my legs, and the thrill that runs through my body makes me dig my fingernails into his back.

I have watched Hale kneading dough, and I’ve wondered what it would be like to have those strong, nimble hands on my body. He doesn’t disappoint me. He’s gentle, waiting to see how I react to every touch, giving me time to get hot and wet. When his fingers find my clit, I gasp and shiver all over, and at that moment I would have given him anything he asked for.

I open my eyes, and I see him looking back at me. “I could watch you all day,” he says.

“I’m pretty sure I would let you,” I tell him, my voice a little weak.

When he slides a finger into me, I groan and throw my head back. I pull his face back to my breast, and he obliges me by nibbling my nipples. I feel a circuit of delicious heat running from my breasts to my pussy, and I let it roll over me and consume me.

For a while, I let him set the pace while I enjoy the ride. I get close to the edge once or twice, but never quite reach it, and I decide that a little coaching might help both of us.

I reach down and cover his hand with mine, guiding him. “Just here … that’s it, but gently, gently … mmmm. That’s right. Don’t stop. Don’t stop…”

My breathing gets ragged and my toes start to curl. I tangle my fingers in his hair and clutch his mouth to my breast. When my body starts to shake I bite my lip and hang on tight. Then, at last, it’s too much, and the fire he’s stoking with his fingers becomes an unstoppable inferno. I inhale sharply and cry out, my body arching, my heels digging into the mattress.

He keeps his hand between my thighs, driving me mad, stroking and teasing and making me gasp his name. For a few beautiful moments there is nothing I need more in the world than his touch. I go to pieces in his arms and trust him to hold me together.

When my body starts to go weak, he eases off, soothing me, drawing one more moan out of me. Then I take a long breath. “Gods above. I really needed that.”