Another cry rips from her, and I lunge upward, taking her mouth, wrapping my tongue around that muted scream. When I return to her breasts, switching the first for the neglected one, her soft but ragged pants punctuate the air. Only once the second nipple is rigid and a dark, angry brown do I bend her back and trail my lips down her torso to her slightly rounded belly and the shallow bowl of her navel.
“Wait.” She plucks at the back of my T-shirt. “Off. Take this off.”
For a moment, I go still. Another first. I’ve never had sex completely naked. A swift lowering or raising of clothes has been all that’s needed in the past. She’s the first woman I will be skin to skin with, and… Yeah, a whisper of fear shimmers in my chest. I’ve had her pussy in my mouth, and my dick’s been down her throat, but this—this will be different. This will be more than a stripping away of clothes. I’m once more giving her something I’ve never offered another person.
And a part of me is terrified of what Eshe will do with that.
“Hey.” She grips my chin, tips my head up. “Huntsman. Where’d you go?”
“Don’t call me that. Not here.” The demand slips free of me before I can rescind it.
She stills, peers up at me, and shit, I wouldn’t blame her if she shoved me off her, telling me and all six of my confused-ass personalities to get it together.
Instead, she cocks her head and strokes my jaw, continuing to silently study me. “Mala—”
I violently shake my head.
“No.”
I can’t. I just… can’t.
Not when I’m more physically bare with another person than I’ve ever been. She can’t ask me to be emotionally exposed, too. She might be ready for that—she’s also had two years of following me to prepare. I’ve had literal days to try and become accustomed to the explosion that is Eshe Diallo.
Shaking my head again, I gently shove her off me and jackknife off the bed, strip my clothes and boots off, and dive back onto the bed. Though her hot, soaked pussy leaves a wet path on my thigh as I stroke my bigger naked body over her curvier one, I don’t give in to that siren call. Not just yet.
A low, grated groan rumbles out of me as my chest rubs over her belly, over her soft breasts and diamond-hard nipples. I clench my teeth against the agonized pleasure slamming into me like lightning bolts as my piercings make contact with her beaded tips. Eshe lifts her arms, wraps them around my head, and for a moment that’s too long and entirely too brief, I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
This…
Touch. Skin to skin. Limbs tangled.
It’s too much—too raw, too intimate, too exposing.
And, goddamn me to hell, it’s not enough.
Inhaling sharply, I ease out of her embrace and sit back on myheels. Her gaze drops to my dick, and it’s nearly a physical caress. I fist myself, hissing at the hot jolt of electricity that sizzles up my spine and races back down to tingle in my balls. Slowly, I pump my flesh, twisting my wrist when my hand glides over the swollen and weeping tip. Her tongue peeks out, swiping a path over her bottom lip, and fuck if I don’t feel that small lick at the base of my dick. Immediately, I’m snatched back to the night when she swallowed me down, right over that nimble tongue and into her tight-as-fuck throat. The growl that rolls out of me is impossible to contain. And I don’t even try.
“You’re looking like you want another taste, little queen,” I grind out.
“And if I did, you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you?” she says. ’Cause it’s not a question.
As if her mind is drifting back to when she sucked me dry, her gaze flits over my chest, abdomen, and thigh. Landing on the places she cut me. It’s impossible, but those spots tingle, burn. Especially the ones on my dick. I want that again with her. Soon. But right now…
“I just had you all over my face and down my throat,” I murmur, staring at her puffy pussy lips and the small clit peeking out from the top of them. She fucking shines, she’s so drenched. Even as I watch, more moisture leaks out, and this time, it’s me who drags my tongue across my lips. “It’s only been hours.” I dip a finger between her folds, getting it all good and sticky with her. Then I slide it between my lips and suck that delicious wet off my skin. I can’t hold my eyes open when her distinctive flavor hits my tongue. Sweet and tangy with a musk that’s all her. “Doesn’t matter. Might as well be fucking days.”
She doesn’t reply, doesn’t utter a word. Just spreads her thighs wider.
And I dive into her.
Holy fuck. Holyfuck.
That hint of her doesn’t compare to being face-first in her pussy. I’m drowning in that delectable musk, gorging on it. I openmy mouth wide, trying to take her whole sex in my mouth, like a glutton trying to gorge on a feast instead of taking a piece at a time. There’s no slowing me down; there’s no patience. Not with my tongue spearing between her pussy lips, gathering all that cream. Not with her pretty little clit fluttering with every lick and suck. Not with the small, tight entrance clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. She is a buffet, and I’m the starving man who just pulled up to the table.
Eshe’s thighs squeeze my head in a vise grip. Her hands clutch my head once more, and fuck, she’s not a passive rider. Like the warrior she is, she fights me for her pleasure, riding my mouth with sinuous and then sharp, jerky thrusts. My lips and chin are fucking covered in her, and part of me wants to rub the essence of her into my skin so she claims me as much as I claim her.
Claim her.
My mind balks, recoiling as if just faced with a vengeful spirit. I’ve never desired to claim someone, brand them. Not before her.
