‘Killian.’ She infused her voice with a warning. ‘Why are you in pain?’
He exhaled through clenched teeth. ‘When a man is aroused, he grows hard. His cock fills with seed. If he doesn’t, er, release it, there can be pain.’
How intriguing.
Hannah couldn’t stop from staring at the juncture of his thighs where his placket strained to contain the hardened flesh. ‘Can a man only release his, well, I suppose when he enters… I mean to say, can that only happen when he is inside a woman?’ Hannah pressed her hand against her hot cheek. The things they said to each other! Madness.
Killian’s face reddened, and she found a surprising measure of satisfaction in knowing he shared in her embarrassment.
‘No. And if a man and woman are trying to avoid pregnancy, it’s best for it not to happen inside a woman at all.’
‘Truly?’ Did other women know this? Hannah was full of questions ‘How then do you find, er, release?’
‘There are other ways.’
Bending to pick up her robe, Hannah wrapped herself in the warm flannel. She sat again on the chair. ‘If there are other ways to alleviate your discomfort, we must explore them. You can’t just sit here and suffer.’
Air exploded from Killian in a harsh laugh. ‘How generous of you. I don’t think you are quite ready for that. I shall retire to my room and deal with this alone.’
Hannah was suddenly very interested in knowing exactly what Killian might do to deal with his problem. ‘I don’t want you to leave. Not yet. You said you would stop when I asked, but I haven’t asked yet.’
‘You don’t want to watch me frig myself, Hannah.’
She blinked. The image conjured by his words was equal parts forbidden and fascinating.
‘When you were kissing me, something happened. You said I found my climax.’
‘Yes. It can happen sometimes when a man plays with a woman’s nipples, but more often when a man… well, there are other ways.’
‘It was lovely. And powerful. And consuming. Will it feel like that for you when you release your seed?’ Such mysteries she was unravelling.
Killian closed his eyes and clenched his hand in a fist. ‘Similar, I would imagine.’
‘Then, please, find your climax. And, let me watch.’
10
Killian had never been so desperate for release. His cock was harder than steel. His balls were drawn up and aching. Hearing her ask to watch him almost unravelled his control.
He flicked open the buttons on his placket, and his cock sprang free through the opening of his small clothes. He groaned at the release of pressure.
Hannah leaned forward. She bit her lip, and he almost spent just thinking about her mouth pressed against the pulsing head of his cock.
He gripped himself, hoping not to scare her with such a rude display. Her breaths were coming faster, and her eyes were fastened on where his hand held his hard flesh. Seed already seeped from the tip. Killian used the moisture to aid his task as he rubbed himself in firm, fast strokes. Seeing her consuming gaze fuelled his lust.
He was so close, it only took a few jerks of his hand. The burning coalesced in his spine, pulsing out in a powerful wave of pleasure as seed spurted on his belly and chest. Pressing his heels into the carpet, Killian let the heat consume him in searing flamesthat pulsed with his heartbeat as Hannah’s eyes widened in wonder.
The crackle and pop of the fire blended with the sounds of their breathing. Killian closed his eyes, still riding on the ebbing tide. He had forgotten what peace felt like, but this echoed that old comfort.
‘It’s quite messy, isn’t it?’ Hannah’s voice brought him back to the present.
He opened his eyes and laughed. ‘Yes, I suppose it is.’
She stood and walked to the dressing table where a pitcher of water and shallow bowl sat. Pouring the water over a cloth, she squeezed out the excess water and brought it to Killian. Her hand shook slightly as she handed him the square of flannel. Her eyes flicked over to his cock, spent and softening.
‘So, it just… deflates?’
Killian laughed again as he cleaned himself. The material was cool against his hot skin. ‘Generally, that isn’t something a man wants to hear, but yes. We would get very little done if it didn’t.’
