Chapter 16 #2
He turned from where he hung my dress in our rented wardrobe and gave me a hot look, letting his gaze rake up and down my form as I stood in nothing but my undergarments.
“I lip-press,” he murmured, crossing to me and taking my hands in his, lifting them to better stare down at my unclothed body.
He leaned in close to me, still holding my hands in his, and brushed his lips across my own.
I raised my chin to take his mouth more firmly, deepening our kiss and pressing closer to him as I darted the tip of my tongue out to taste his lips.
He’d looked so handsome today in his new suit, and his flower crown had pushed it over the top, amplifying his beauty and his masculinity somehow at the same time.
His intake of breath was sharp and his body flexed as he took in the new sensory information. The only emotions he was going to be able to read from me right now were happiness and desire.
He wrapped his arms around my back, angling like he was going to try to lift me to the bed, but I swatted at his arm and broke our kiss.
“Lorn, not yet,” I scolded him. “You’ve only just gotten to where it’s not so painful to hold up your own body weight.
” It had been a journey for him, getting practice walking and building muscle in his legs.
He always seemed to want to push himself faster than his body was ready to go.
Especially when it came to me. There would be plenty of time later for him to bridal carry me to our bed.
I tugged off my underclothes and grabbed Lorn by the waistband of his trousers, directing him to the bed with me while he fought a smile the whole way.
He seated himself on the edge of the mattress and pulled me to stand between his legs where I made quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt.
I paused to look at his face, taking his jaw in my hand and bending down to press my own kiss to his cheek, wishing I could read his emotions the way that he could mine.
But I could read his expressions with my eyes, and his emotions mirrored mine, happiness and desire, perhaps even comfort.
And then his gaze dropped to my bare breasts and hot lust took the forefront.
He tugged me closer, gently skimming the underside of my breast with his lips, tickling me as he went until he came to my nipple and nuzzled it with his lips until it pebbled against him.
“I kiss,” he repeated, his gaze flickering up to mine before he opened his mouth and kissed my breast, laving at my nipple with his lips and tongue until I was panting and arched against him for more.
His fingers tightened on my back as he loved me, his cheeks stained pink and hot.
When he looked up at me again, his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing just as quickly as I was.
I reached up into his hair and threaded my fingers past his quills to scrape my fingers along his scalp, and the groan he made as his eyes fluttered shut in bliss made heat build low in my belly.
This was everything. Tracing my fingers down his neck and across his satiny gills, I paused for half a beat before pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
He released his hold on me momentarily to remove his arms and set it aside, but when he reached for me again, it was to turn me into the bed and pull me down onto the sheets.
I smiled up at him as he crawled over me and bent to kiss the skin on my belly, working his way lower until he kissed the top of my mound.
I gasped when he brought his finger to my opening, sliding it through the wetness that had already been collecting there for him.
“I kiss,” he whispered, crouching down to lick a line up my slit and making me moan.
He settled in on his elbows and used his hands to spread my legs wide and then his fingers to separate the lips of my vulva, taking a moment to gaze hungrily at my opening.
I let my knees fall open beside his head, knowing that the sight alone had made his shaft emerge last time we’d done this.
I suspected that was why he’d kept his pants on now, making it more difficult for his shaft to escape.
At that, he nuzzled close, breathing deeply to capture my scent, and then pressing his lips to my opening.
Kissing. Panting. Licking. Groaning. My hands were in his hair as he licked me like a man starved, plunging his long tongue deep into my opening and then dragging it firmly along my clit each time he pulled it out.
I was writhing and crying out on the sheets, whining and bucking, but he pinned my legs and licked me hard until I came in a howling, moaning heap.
Even then he didn’t stop licking. He’d told me the first time that it was his new favorite taste.
He brought me to orgasm two more times before I made him stop.
He sat up with a proud look as he wiped his mouth with his hand, but I shot forward and tackled him to the bed sheets, working his trouser button with nimble fingers.
These were coming off—now. I slipped my hand into the waistband and pulled his trousers and underclothes off in one go, and he lifted himself enough for me to make easy work of it.
I’d been correct about his intentions. The head of his shaft was barely protruding from his body, but there was quite a bit of slick that had built up around it.
Might need to rethink that tactic from now on.
I bent over him and pressed my lips to his belly to give him warning, and he flinched at the contact.
I shot him a smirk and licked the head of his shaft with the flat of my tongue and he bucked on the bed and grabbed for me, pulling me up to align his shaft with my opening, but I wasn’t done yet and I told him so.
“Be patient,” I tutted at him, before licking him again.
His whole body jumped. “Sadira,” he rasped. “Sadira, I cannot.” He grabbed me and pulled me against his chest, holding me tight against him. “We cannot do this thing,” he said on a wheeze.
I narrowed my eyes and pulled back to stare at him like he was crazy.
Because he was. He could lick me until I came three times in a row but I couldn’t do the same for him?
“Explain,” I said, and he whimpered, darting his eyes around the room like he might find an explanation there.
“Do you not like it?” I asked, because it sure seemed like he liked it.
“No, I like it!” he said in a rush. “I like it too much. I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? It sure seems like you can. Look it’s already halfway out,” I said, looking down to confirm the wet press of his member that I felt against my thigh.
He whimpered, loudly, and pressed his forehead to my collar bone. “I do not want to hurt your feelings—” he started, and my feelings were immediately ready for a blow “—but that is not how you make a baby.”
I stared at the top of his head while he panted, refusing to look at me.
“What?” I asked, incredulous.
At this, he finally raised his head and met my eyes. His face looked horribly embarrassed. “It’s true,” he said with a wince. “To make a young, you have to put my breeding parts inside your sheath. I cannot make a young in your mouth.”
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“I’m sorry!” he said with a wince. “I did not want to hurt your feelings. You want a breeding, but I am not a strong man. If I spill my seed in your mouth, you will be sad.”
I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop, tears spilling onto my cheeks so that it was now Lorn’s turn to look at me like I was crazy. “Lorn,” I wheezed, wiping under my eye. “I know how babies are made.”
“Oh, thank the abyss,” he said on a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “But it is too difficult for me to control when you do that. I will spill.” His cheeks were redder than I’d ever seen them, the pink stretching nearly to his jawline.
“I don’t want babies,” I said, and it was his turn to be shocked.
“You—what?” His mouth hung slightly open.
“Maybe someday, but not now,” I explained. “I’m on birth control. I can’t even get pregnant right now.”
“You can’t? Then why—” he couldn’t even finish the question, just stared at me with confusion painting his features, and I dissolved into giggles again.
“Because I like it!” I said, probably a little too loudly, and his eyes went even wider.
“I don’t want a breeding, although I’ll admit that does sound hot,” I said, feeling my own cheeks heat at the phrasing.
“I’m making love with you. I do it because I like it.
I enjoy the closeness with you. It’s okay if you spill in my mouth. ”
He worked his mouth like he was trying to find words to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched wheeze as his shaft pushed forcefully from his opening, making him buck gently with the sensation.
And I gave him my wickedest grin and made eye contact with him as I took his shaft in my fist and licked the head with a quick flick. “Yes?” I asked him.
He nodded frantically. And I decided right then I was going to do everything in my power to make him spill in my mouth.
I used lips and tongue and teeth and hands, stroking and sucking until he was a writhing, whimpering, moaning mess.
And when he finally erupted into my mouth with a desperate shout, I counted it as a victory.