Chapter 24 Nesrina has a new experience. #2
Her eyes widened, and she nearly lost her balance, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her, and tugging her close. Charged air hovered in the scant space between them. She needed him to touch her . . . needed his skin against hers, needed more than his magic on her body.
“I feel it all,” he confessed, his voice low, strained, “like touching you with ghostly fingers.” Kas’s eyes bore into hers as tendrils of his magic continued exploring her center.
Boldly, knowing precisely what she wanted, she taunted him, “I can’t imagine that’s as satisfying as the real thing.”
“M’ekina,” he rasped, bending to crush his mouth to hers.
He was gentle, even as that shoddy dam broke.
Weeks of need they’d avoided, left to swell behind poorly constructed falls, burst forth in a rush of desire that threatened to drown them both.
They explored each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths.
He nipped at her lower lip, and she returned the gesture with fervor.
Kas slid a hand down her back, massaging her bottom. His other palm skimmed her ribs, sweeping the underside of her breast. Her nipples pebbled. Their tongues prodded one another, testing for willingness before tangling in a dance orchestrated by their feverish lust.
She skated her palms down the smooth velvet of his coat. As he had done to her, Nes dragged one hand to his rear and the other to his chest. Kas’s heart beat rapidly, tangible even through his thick dinner jacket and tunic beneath.
Too much fabric.
She wanted this. She wanted his skin beneath her fingers. She wanted him, naked against her. She wanted to touch him, to explore him, to sate herself, away from the rest of the world.
Following instinct over logic for the first time in nearly twenty-two years, she let her fingers do as they wished, fiddling with the buttons on Kas’s infernal jacket.
“Get this off you—” she offered a poor explanation, not daring to break their kiss for more than a half-second.
There was something almost juvenile, tenuous, about the moment, and she couldn’t risk self-doubt and propriety slipping in and putting an end to things.
He moaned into her mouth in response, pausing his hands from their roving long enough to shrug out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor.
The rest of their clothes came off in much the same manner, unlaced and unbuttoned between half-formed sentences. With his hands tight around her hips, he lifted her, leaving a puddle of gold where her feet once stood. Their eyes met.
Nes blinked at him, and Kas responded by dropping his lips to hers again, or maybe she pulled him toward her.
Either way, their mouths came together, and their bodies soon followed as Nesrina wrapped her legs tightly around Kas’s waist, settling herself well above his hips with nothing separating her sex from his abdomen.
Before she knew it, before she could even question whether it was wise, they were on the bed, their bodies tangled in a dance that echoed the steps laid down by their lips and tongues.
Kas was over top of her, one knee between her legs, his forearms braced on either side of her as he broke their kiss to gaze at her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his mouth.
Settled between her calves, he rocked back, putting more distance between them. She mourned the loss of his body heat in spite of the warm summer air. As if sensing her need, a torrid current of wind spiraled around her, an invisible proxy for his embrace.
His eyes raked over her form. “Tilal,” he rasped, “is there anything you don’t want to do?”
Logic was difficult, but she managed a burst of it. “I’d rather not risk a baby.”
“Understood. Anything else?” Kas leaned down, their noses brushing.
“Anything goes.”
He smiled against her lips, then slipped away, trailing a thousand featherlight kisses down her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach, making his way to the apex of her thighs.
Frissons of electricity danced over her skin, growing in intensity and feeding that fire in her core as he moved down, down, down.
No one had kissed her there before.
Nes mewed when his tongue made contact with her center.
He used the tip of it to explore her, tracing and tasting, groaning with what she somehow felt was restraint.
She didn’t know what he wanted, exactly, but she knew it was something more.
Wiggling her hips, she invited him to do with her as he pleased.
His tongue retracted and he rumbled again, smirking.
His massive hands came up beneath her, pulling her down the bed, and lifting her up, close to his face. She let out a yelp when he ducked again and his hot mouth found her. This time, his tongue was spread wide, all restraint gone.
He cradled her bottom, kneading her softness as he lapped at her, swiped over her clitoris, pulled her into his mouth.
His magic had nothing on this. It was sloppy, illicit, all-consuming.
Her hips bucked as she pressed her needy body against him.
The unconscious action embarrassed her, and she over-corrected, pulling away and lowering her bottom to the bed.
He laughed softly, but not unkindly. The heat of his breath against her inner thigh sent new flames of desire scorching through her.
Kas’s hands left her rear, wrapping instead around her upper thighs to tug her close again, urging her legs apart farther.
He resumed his ministrations. Using the tip of his tongue to explore her, he teased her before finding his mark, licking and sucking her clit, driving Nesrina to heights she never knew existed.
Time slipped away as he studied her, got to know her. Gently, he slipped one of his long fingers inside her, curving it up to stroke a sensitive spot she had not discovered in her own explorations. She whimpered as he unlocked something new.
Wriggling, Nes begged for more. A second finger joined his first, and it compounded her pleasure in a way she had never dreamed possible.
“Please, please, oh, Kas,” she moaned, bucking again as he dragged her, quite willingly, to the top of that forbidden peak.
Every muscle in her body pulled tight, Nesrina threw her head back and a cry escaped her. She shattered, a million stars rocketing forth and settling into the night sky as her thighs clenched tight around his head, her entire body vibrating beneath him.
She floated down slowly, and Kas was there to catch her.
His sigh grazed her thighs, then he tipped his head up to catch her eye.
Dazed, she watched him lick his lips, entirely too pleased with himself, before he climbed her body, his fingertips tracing her flushed skin.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, then planted a kiss on her mouth.
Kas tasted of whiskey and her. The heat between her legs built again as Nes lost herself to the bliss, bringing both of her hands up to dive into his auburn hair.
She wanted to touch him as he touched her.
Pushing through the thin veil of uncertainty that had her second-guessing herself, Nesrina slipped a hand between their bodies.
Her fingertips traveled the low peaks and valleys of his abdominals as she ventured nearer to his arousal, pressing heavily against her knee.
Reaching her destination, she traced a tentative line from the base of his length, up the smooth skin, to its tip, where the pad of her finger pressed against a bead of hot wetness.
Kas’s breathing grew heavier. “Fuck, Nes.”
Emboldened, she wrapped her fingers around him, and he sucked in a breath. Slowly, she stroked up and down his solid member, gaining momentum as his low moans coaxed her on. At some point she pushed against his chest, and taking the hint, Kas rolled onto his back.
His erection stood at attention, and she shifted to kneel between his legs, grasping his shaft again and stroking. She watched for his reaction when she twisted her grip. When he whimpered, she decided it would stay part of her repertoire.
Nes’s tongue darted out as she lowered her head, her palm skating over his velvet skin as she leaned in to kiss him, to lick him, to suck him into her mouth and—
His fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of her neck, and with firm gentleness, Kas halted her downward motion. She found him peering at her through hooded lids, his mouth partially open. “M’ekina,” he rasped.
His release poured over her fingers while she was consumed by his expression; caught between pain and longing, he entranced her.
Nes’s eyes flicked down to her hand, still wrapped around his pulsing staff.
Thick, hot, and sticky, she was covered in what looked like sugary glaze.
She brought her hand to her mouth as Kas stared, and his heavy breaths hitched.
Nes tasted the tip of her finger. It was saltier than she expected. Delicious, in a heady sort of way. She popped the whole finger in her mouth, sucking his release from her skin.
“Mi kalalitani,” Kas ground out before pulling her to him and crushing his mouth against hers yet again.
These words, the Old Tongue. She’d have to ask what they meant . . . later. For now, she was happily distracted by their combined taste on her tongue, the slow secure movements of his palms over her back, and his delicious magic, whorling and pulsing as he urged it between her thighs.
They kissed, and cuddled, and did other exciting things long into the night, finally drifting to sleep, naked in each other’s arms as dawn broke over the land.