Arrow's Wind (The Healing Touch): The Elemental Realms

by Gina Manis

  Arrow is in bed watching me. He can’t see my hands as I run them along my front in the water, touching myself. The few caresses he has given me make me want to explore my own self, which I have never done before. I’ve never wanted to awaken my own desires out of fear of my past.

  I let my hand move lower, between my legs and slip my fingers into my folds. Spreading my legs slightly, I rub at myself and find pleasure in doing so. I sigh and close my eyes, circling the sensitive area slowly and feel my legs jump.

  Touching myself feels strange, but also soothing to the area. I explore my body, discovering places that feel good, focusing on an area that makes me spasm in pleasure as I think of Arrow touching me.

  My eyes turn to him when I hear a groan. It is so sensual, the passion I see in his eyes, and to know it is for me. In some ways, it is empowering to know someone like him sees me as desirable. With my past history of brute force, desire has always scared me. I see Arrow as a force in the breeze of my passion, and it surrounds me in comfort.

  He is touching himself as well. The blanket hides my view of him just as the tub hides me from him. My body quakes as I think of his hands on me instead of my own. My passion is building, but I don’t want to do this alone.

  I stop touching myself and rise from the tub. I want Arrow to show me what the pleasure of the flesh is. I want him to make love to me.

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  Arrow

  She bites her lip as she slowly shifts in the water. I know that look of desire on her face and immediately know she is touching herself.

  My cock leaps with excitement, wanting so badly to pleasure that area she is touching right now. Oh, Gods, I don’t think I am going to make it tonight. If she comes and joins me in bed like this, there will be no stopping us after she has turned us both on.

  My resolve not to make love to her until she has spoken again is crumbling. She lets me know she wants to, and I am starting to think I am wrong. Maybe what she needs to push her over is to feel her own desire?

  I want that to be it but, I am not sure. What if she becomes scared of me again? Relapses once more and leaves me? I can’t let us keep returning to that place of fear.

  She moans, and I can feel it from here. I can’t take this and reach down and take myself in my hand. I didn’t want to do this in front of her, but she obviously doesn’t mind. I watch the muscles on her slender arm jump as she gives herself pleasure, matching her rhythm. Oh gods, I already know I will not last long and groan.

  She turns her head and looks at me as she continues touching herself. My blanket covers me, but it has to be clear to her what I am doing. That I have joined her in seeking a release.

  Her mouth slightly opens; I can’t get the thought out of my mind of my erection sliding into it. She would look so good on my cock in any form.

  She stops touching herself and rises from the tub. I watch as she grabs a towel as she dries herself slowly, her eyes never leaving me. I don’t stop, knowing I need this release before she joins me. I pump myself harder, reaching for the towel at the end of the bed, bringing it below the covers. I didn’t want her to see me like this. So large and… hell, I don’t know, whatever it is she fears from men.

  She turns sideways and lifts her leg to the edge of the tub to dry it as she bends forward. I can imagine sliding into her from behind and come instantly from the thought. My breathing is labored as my release takes me. It is short-lived as my gaze returns to see Jenna slipping her nightshirt down her body. Our eyes connect, and I can see the heat still in hers just before turning to the table and bringing the light down low.

  She’s not turning it off. If she were coming to bed, she would turn it off. When she looks back at me again and moves to the bed, I know sleep is not on her mind. “Jenna. You should put on some underthings.”

  She shakes her head at me with a seductive smile that says, not a chance in hell.

  “You’re not sleeping in this bed until you do,” I say sternly to her, and she stops. I sign as to how nervous I am with this tiny little woman. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. But if you come to me like that, there is no way I can resist you, and I feel I must, Jenna. For now, at least.”

  She smiles at me again as she steps to the bed and leans over me. I can just imagine her cute ass sticking out just under her nightshirt and grow hard all over again.

  Chapter Forty

  Jenna

  “Jenna, say something to me,” he breathes. The soft light of the room allows me to see the uncertainty in his eyes. I am too, but I know this is what we both need, that this is our time to move on.

  “Shhh.” I can’t help but smile at myself. Tonight, I am going to take away his fears and so I mouth the words, love me. I wasn’t trying but somehow the words come out in a whisper.

  He is surprised and so am I. The whisper is a little weird and almost haunting but I did it. Maybe it is just a whisper, but I feel it is a sign that I am ready for this. Bran always spoke to me in whispers, as it was his way with no voice. I think I am finally finding my voice in the wind, also.

  “Jenna. Why do you whisper instead of speaking to me?” His eyes soften as his hand comes up, touching my arms.

  “Healing winds,” I tell him, but it isn’t easy this time. I have to force it out, but I say it, and that is what matters. I wish I could tell him more. There are so many things I want to tell him.

  “There is no harm in a whisper,” Bran told me that once and I see that it is true. Everything he has shown me in our dreams, I feel has led me to this moment with Arrow. To my true love and the ability to express it with him.

  “Each day, you are changing more and more,” he tells me. “I see that you are better and… amazing. But you’re still healing because I can still see those changes.”

  He is right, but I feel so close. I need something that will bring me out of it, and I know Arrow is my key. While I can say it, I whisper, “I love you.”

  I may say them in just a whisper, but I mean them with every part of my soul. I lower myself onto him, and the contact of our skin holds no fear for me. He is everything to me.

  “I love you,” he whispers as his hand runs into my hair. His words give me deep satisfaction and the courage to move forward. I kiss his lips and then his jaw, slowly planting kisses down and across his chest.

  “Jenna…I…”

  “Touch me.” I cut him off, knowing he is overthinking. He wants to do the right thing by me and is unsure if I am ready for this. I understand it is I who has to convince him now to let go.

  He groans as his hand lifts me to his face, and I see the fear in his eyes. “I want to, but I’m just not sure if I can stop.”

  “Love me… Aaron,” I whisper as I lower my lips to his.

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  Arrow

  Her saying my name does something to me, and as she touches her lips to mine, I am lost. I pull her completely to me then, losing any measure of restraint I had before. She tastes so good, and I could devour every inch of her, and still, it will not be enough. I haven’t done this for so long, and I know I need to move with her gradually. She deserves to feel every moment of pleasure, and it almost kills me to keep myself in check to do so.

  Jenna moans into me as she rests her arms around my neck. I can’t stop myself from trailing my hand down over her hips to gently squeeze her plump, naked backside. The shirt is no barrier as my hand travels up under it and over her back.

  Go slow, I remind myself, giving Jenna plenty of time to get accustomed to my touch on her bare skin, but she just kisses me hotter. Her leg entwines with mine and she grazes my erection. I roll her onto her back, letting my leg come between hers. If she is going to pull away, it will be now as I feel the heat of her mound on my leg. She doesn’t, and instead raises one leg slightly higher around me.

  I groan as I break away from the sweet rapture of her kisses, to plant some of my own down her neck. Her hands are in my hair, on my shoulders, my b
ack—they roam as she arches her head, giving me better access to her neck. It is a good thing I just tended to my own needs, or else I would most likely scare her with my aggressive desire for her. I am already hard again and fully erect, but I am determined to give her all the pleasures she needs beforehand.

  She shows no signs of resisting me, but I still move slowly as I raise my hand and touch one of her breasts. A place I know her to be sensitive to her fears, where she has refused me before. She doesn’t resist, though, gasping as I graze my thumb over her nipple. It peaks for me and is so tempting; I must taste her there. I slide gently down her body, distracting her with soft kisses along her chest. I need that sweet morsel in my mouth, need to tease it with my tongue, need to know how hard I can make its tip.

  Her breasts are a creamy white, with pink nipples, just the right size for her round mounds. They were not small, but only large enough to fill my hands. I flick one of them with my tongue as I tease the other between my fingers. Jenna lets out a half-gasp, half-sigh as she arches her back for me, giving me permission.

  I do, taking it into my mouth, tasting all of it as her hands rake into my hair with her excitement. I know there is no fighting this anymore. There is one more area, though, where I need to touch her and see how she handles it. If she doesn’t resist me, I will be making love to her tonight.

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  Jenna

  I can barely breathe as his tongue swirls around each of my nipples. He squeezes them together as he licks one and then the other. I almost want to tell him to stop, that it is too pleasurable, but I can't bring myself to. If I did, he would never touch me again, and I want to pass this. I want to know everything about this man. I know his spirit, his heart, and now, it is time I know his body.

  I feel his hand slide down my stomach, gently running his fingers over the area before he moves further right at my mound and stops in the little patch of hair there. I think of what it felt like when I touched myself and the pleasure I found from it. He teases the area above my most private place, and I wonder how it will feel for him to touch me. All I can think of is more.

  His leg separates mine, and I lift them around his hip. He must take it as a welcome as his hand moves downwards, his fingers slipping in between my wet folds. My body quakes at having him touch me there. His fingers feel cool over my hot flesh, like it is on fire or something. He moves his fingers from side to side, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, needing to hold on to something substantial as his fingers begin to explore me as mine had done. Only it seems ten times better with him doing it.

  His lips move down my body as he leaves my breast, but I don’t protest. Feeling his hand on my most intimate place has my full attention now. I arch up into him as I reach out and take the sheets in my hand, grasping them for support. He pulls my legs up, and I look down to see his face so close to me there.

  He isn’t going to put his mouth on me there, is he? Even as I ask myself this question, Arrow blows air on my skin, and my head spins with desire.

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  Arrow

  Her responses drive me mad with need, but I resist those urges, continuing to move slowly. I want her to feel every second of pleasure with me; every move I make, I want her to feel to the max. I blow on her sweet folds, giving it an extra stimulant of pleasure before flicking my tongue over her.

  Her hands come down into my hair, but she doesn’t pull me away, only holds it within her hands. She is so responsive and in such a heated way, I can’t help it any longer and bury my face between her folds.

  She whimpers as her hands tighten in my hair, but she doesn’t pull me away. If anything, she is pulling me down harder on her. I want to taste her more fully and spread her legs wider, opening her up even more. Something I was scared might frighten her at first. Her body is quaking under me, and I am not going to let up until she comes.

  I tease her swollen bud and see her body tense and release with my tongue and finger stimulation. I want to enter her so badly with my finger, but first, I kiss the area as I flick at her bud. I let myself taste her sex and enter her slightly with my tongue. Her body contracts around me, her legs coming back up around my head. I have to push them back down so I can taste her fully. She settles somewhat and relaxes as I bring my fingers to her opening and watch as I slip one in.

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  Jenna

  “Oh, gods! He is opening me up! I cry out as my legs shoot up again and around his head, not being able to contain these new sensations. I feel his long finger deep inside me, massaging at my inner walls. It is almost overwhelming as his tongue teases that other sensitive area, and he moves it in and out of me.

  I think I am going to pass out. I can’t breathe as I feel him rocking against my body. Every flick, push, drive, suck is perfect, and I feel my entire body tensing from it. I am about to explode, and I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing. All I know is, this is becoming too much for me, and I can’t hold it back.

  I cry out as my body convulses. I feel a sudden release of fluid, unsure what it is but can’t stop it now. I am lost in this outpouring of pleasure, and it goes on forever before the spasm slows down, and I relax back on the bed.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Arrow

  I let her release it all until I feel her body relax completely before leaving her sweet, juicy body. I want her so badly but I have to ask as I look down at her. “Jenna. I want you.”

  Her eyes are glazed over as she looks up at me. Her orgasm had been explosive and had rocked her body for a good while, and I know it is her first-ever. Being the cause of it gives me so much satisfaction and pleasure. I’ve always known Jenna would be passionate, but I had no idea her first climax would have been so powerful for not just her but for me.

  She wraps her arms around my shoulders and smiles up at me as she nods. Her invitation is welcoming, “We can stop this now if you’re not ready. We have gone far enough for tonight.”

  She shakes her head as her legs come up around mine. It has me pressing my erection closer to her soft folds, and my heat matches hers. I can’t refuse as I lift back and line my body up with hers. I know I have to keep control of this and my urges.

  Slowly, I push the head of myself in her as we look into each other’s eyes. She is welcoming me still, but I have concerns about entering her fully. I am a large man, and she is so small. Taking me could be painful for her, and I want her not to feel a moment of discomfort or to think of what those other men took.

  I graze my head at her opening a few times before I sink in more. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her legs cradle me, pressing on mine, wanting more. I don’t give in, though, wanting her to remember this taking. Every inch of me, every breath we take, all the sensations I feel as she pulls me in.

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  Jenna

  “More,” I whisper to him as he slowly enters me. I look down between us and see he is only about halfway in. He feels so good, so much more than I ever expected. I want to feel all of him. “Please, Aaron.”

  He slips into me then, burying himself deep, and I cry out at being filled so. I know he isn’t small like the men who took from me before and feared there would be pain. But with how gentle Aaron is, there is none. Only surprise and wonder.

  “Are you okay?” he whispers in my neck. “Please tell me you are.”

  I whisper as I hug him close. “Love me.”

  “I will, Love,” he says, raising his head and looking down at me. “I want to show you how good you can feel.”

  He kisses me then as he gently rotates his hips, awakening a desire in me once more. I kiss him back in my fever as he rocks us and wraps my legs around his to hold on. There is force in his movements, but it isn’t unpleasant. Satisfying is what I would call it as I feel him, vital inside of me.

  He moves faster, picking up speed, and the drive inside me is becoming more potent as well. I feel like I did with his mouth on me and know this will lead to
that welcoming release again. It encourages me to touch him more, to lock myself around him.

  He shudders as my hands run over his stomach and sides. I can feel every muscle flex as he breathes in. His body alone shows me he is holding back, and I don’t know how he can be. Not if it feels this good for him.

  “Let go,” I whisper as I kiss his lips. “Aaron.”

  “Oh, Jenna,” he murmurs, kissing me back, “I love you.”

  He feels so wonderful and full inside of me. The fear I have about sex is melting away with each of his thrusts. I can do nothing but hold on to all the emotions I am feeling by holding onto him. The love and pleasure of finally sharing myself with him. The joy in finally feeling complete and secure. Never do I have to fear this again. Never with Aaron.

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  Arrow

  Slow down. I remind myself as I rock our bodies together. The heat of her surrounding me is sweet torture, especially when her body contracts. I am denying myself ultimate pleasure by moving slower, but it isn’t something I have done in the past. Sex never meant what it does now.

  My desire to show her all its joys gives me more control. I want to see her explore this more and roll onto my back, bringing her over me. I rest my hands on her hips as she raises above me. “Show me what you like.”