The Font by Tracy St. John

trembling that suffused her body, not when Elisha was so carefully tracing every fold, every petal of her womanhood.
    She could feel honey flowing from her, making those tormenting fingers slide easily over her flesh.  She peered at Elisha, wondering what he was thinking as he played with her.
    Their eyes met, and he deliberately withdrew his hand to slowly suck her juices from his fingers.  The groan that came from Naya was embarrassingly loud.
    “I agree,” he said, one corner of his mouth lifting as he reached to fondle her anew.  “It’s not just your blood that is delicious.”
    He dipped into her well to gather moisture, which he spread all over her sex.  When his fingers brushed her clitoris, it took all her willpower to not writhe in response.  But her trembling grew more powerful, especially as he continued to rub that eager bit of flesh.  Pleasure curled in tight coils, reaching from where his fingers made contact to deep in her belly.  Naya’s breath came quickly as the delight grew.  Little whimpers escaped from between her clenched teeth.
    Elisha said nothing, just continued the sweet torment that had chills racing up and down Naya’s spine.  Bliss billowed in ever greater swells within her lower body, fed by the hard calloused pads of his fingers on her swelling nub.  Even as the gorgeous heat ballooned it also seemed to draw tight, spiraling into a taut strand until she could feel it fraying.
    The friction of his fingers and thumb was bringing the ecstasy closer.  It was nearly there, drawing near, reaching for her, ready to snatch her into its un-gentle embrace.  Naya welcomed it, strained for it while forcing herself to remain still for Elisha’s decadent attentions.  The first lick of a small flame sparked, followed by a second.  Oh, here it was, the beginning of that wondrous ravaging inferno, ready to devour her, on the verge of consuming her every sense…
    Elisha halted and withdrew, leaving her to hang helplessly on the pinnacle of release.  She made a mewling sound and strained towards him.  She was so close! 
    “Elisha?” she gasped, panting as he sat so very still watching her.
    “Yes?”
    “Why are you stopping?”
    “I don’t want you to come yet.”
    She stared at him in shock.  Her sex was clamoring for his touch.  Just one last little brush and she’d drown in bliss.  “But – but why not?”
    “It pleases me to deny you orgasm for now.”
    “But I want it!  Please, Elisha.”
    “I know you want it.”  He smiled, and it was a dark, forbidding smile.  “You were almost there too.  I could feel it.  I want to make you wait.  I want control over you in this.”
    “But … but…”
    “You said you’d obey.  Now be still.  I’ll give you pleasure when I’m ready.  Not before.”
    She loosed a cry of pure need.  Elisha only knelt there and waited patiently.  Seeing he would not be moved, Naya made herself quiet and lay helpless and trembling.  The impending climax drew away a bit at a time until she was no longer poised to explode.
    “Much better,” Elisha murmured. 
    Naya moaned when his fingers returned to her secret flesh.  He slid one thick digit inside her, and her breath caught.  She remembered just in time to not move against him as he pumped carefully in and out of her.  She didn’t dare move, not when he was touching her again.  Naya thought she would go mad if he stopped.
    Her sheath clutched the finger slipping through her folds.  She delighted in feeling any part of Elisha inside her.  When his thumb whispered over her clitoris, her hands closed into fists.  Her breath began to come faster again.
    “So wet,” Elisha whispered.  His gaze was transfixed on his finger pumping in and out of her.  “So swollen and pink.  Do you like this, Naya?”
    “Yes,” she gasped.  His words were adding to the sweet agony of his touch.  “It feels good.”
    “And this feels even better, doesn’t it?” he asked, pushing a