“It’s not so easy when you touch me like that with your clever little hands,” I hiss, red pigment surging and making my cock swell even more. I collect her wrists and move her hands away before I make a mess of the furs. “Let’s see what my scholar can do when she’s tested.”
Chapter 13
Rose
Oljin nudges me onto my back and, after making it clear he wants my hands to stay above my head, parts my thighs and drops down between them. He lifts one of my poor useless legs over his shoulder. He’s practically purring as he licks the moisture from my inner thighs before delving between them.
I’ve only had one man do that before, an adjunct from the anthropology department who I barely remember. I didn’t know him well and was too nervous to relax, so it was like he was touching any other body part. He could have been licking my elbow. Nice, but nothing earth-shattering. I didn’t really get the appeal.
This, though? I barely feel human, I have so much need boiling inside me. I’m more like liquid in his hands, my body threatening to evaporate with every heated touch of his tongue.
He circles my clit until I’m taut and vibrating. Then, abruptly, he stops. I try and squirm toward his mouth, but he holds my hips down to the bed. “Word?” he asks, stroking over my clit.
My breath blows out as I try to organize my scrambled brain. “Um, yeah, clitoris.”
“Ummm-yeah-clitoris,” he repeats reverently, like it’s all one word.
A laugh bursts out of me, so loud I clap a hand over my mouth and twist my neck to look at thedark doorway of Saana’s bedroom. Oljin freezes, waiting. When she doesn’t appear, we both relax.
I can’t stop giggling, and my body can’t stop buzzing with anticipation of when he’ll lick me there again. It feels so good to be happy, to be safe. To be with this sweet, attentive, patient guy who wants to learn the right words for my body. “Clitoris.”
He says it a few more times, sorting out the vowel sounds. “Clitoris. Yes, good?” he asks in English.
“Perfect, beautiful,” I answer in Irran, and push his head back down.
Now he’s laughing, but he’s laughing and licking, and I’m laughing and crying, and he’s stroking me with his tongue on the outside and his fingers on the inside, and I’m forgetting to be quiet and coming all over his face.
The ceiling spins above me and all I can feel are his fingers still petting through my folds and his warm breath fanning over the curls between my legs.
Sothisis why people like it.Thisis sacred and transcendent. This means more than limbs and tongues. This is care. It’s deep connection. It’s love that costs me nothing.
He prowls up my body, bracing over me. I feel my core hollow and pulse, anticipating the stretch of his girth sliding inside me. But he stays outside, the head of his cock testing my entrance with infinite patience.
“Oljin, please,” I beg in a jumble of our two tongues. “Give me yourkanjil. I need it.”
“Quiet, Alara,” Oljin murmurs. He rocks against me, giving me just shy of what I want.
I take a deep breath and try to settle down. If I wake up Saana, I won’t get what I want. So I bite my lip and beg in otherways. Sliding my hands over his shoulders and up to his neck. Stroking his gills until his chest vibrates with pleasure. Playing with the points of his ears.
Every tease increases the noisy need inside me, giving me the strength to wrap my legs around him in an attempt to draw him closer.
His quiet groan cuts off, breath is harsh and wanting in my ear. His hips jerk forward, and I’m so slippery he slides inside, filling me completely. The stretch is pure comfort and decadence, like slipping on a cashmere-lined glove, or biting a chocolate and finding rich ganache at the center. So satisfying, and yet I still want more.
I dig my heels into his back, goading him to move, and he laughs quietly, whispering a few words I don’t understand, sounding as awed as I feel. He curves down to take my mouth as he begins to thrust, the push and pull mimicked in the tangle of our tongues.
Maybe there’s some powerful magnet between us, because each time we pull apart even slightly, we come back together with even more intensity. He’s always been so gentle with me, but he seems to have forgotten I’m anything but the one he desires. It makes me feel, for this brief interlude, healthy and whole. Likemyself.
When his pointed teeth graze my lower lip, the burst of metallic flavor in our mouths makes him grunt and pause. I catch my breath, afraid he’s going to stop completely. But it’s only for a moment, until he sees the tiny scratch the blood is coming from. Then he swoops down to lick it from my mouth.
Whatever he did while he was gone, it changed something in him. He’s lost whatever tinge of fear he had before. Now he’sdetermined. His hips pump into me, jamming his pelvis against my mound and making my clit throb. He’s speaking with his body, meaning so clear.
You’re mine. This is us. Jara and Alara. This is us.
Even if we never share one spoken language, in this language we can understand everything.
He swells inside me, testing my limits. Must be getting close. I squeeze my muscles around him, milking his shaft. His breath hisses out through his teeth, and he pulls out, leaving me gaping and empty.
Digging an arm into the furs beneath me, he rolls me on top of him, positioning me with my back against his chest.
