I stroke once. Twice. His jaw clenches. Muscles jumping under my other hand.
I lower my head. Press a kiss to his hip bone. Then trail my lips along the V of muscle disappearing into his groin.
“Mara.” Strained this time. “You do not have to—”
“I want to.” I look up at him. “Unless you object?”
“I do not object.” His eyes are pure gold. “I could never object to anything you wish to do.”
I take him into my mouth. Just the head at first. Tasting him. Learning his flavor of salt and musk.
His hand fists in the sheets. The other finds my hair, but he doesn’t push. Doesn’t guide. Just holds.
I take him deeper. Work him with my tongue and lips until his breathing goes ragged.
“Mara. Stop. I want—” His voice breaks. “I want to be inside you when I finish.”
I release him with a final lick. “Then we’d better move this along.”
I strip off my remaining clothes. Stand there naked while he stares.
“My turn,” he says.
Before I can respond, he’s sitting up. Pulling me onto the bed with him.
He lays me back. Settles between my thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor.” His eyes gleam. “You took charge. Now it is my turn.”
His mouth finds my inner thigh. Kissing. Nipping. Working his way higher.
When his tongue finally touches me, finds the nub of my clit, I arch off the bed.
“K. Holy—”
He explores me with the same deliberation I showed him. Learning what makes me gasp. What makes me moan.
When he slides a finger inside me, I nearly combust.
“You are ready,” he murmurs. “So ready.”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
He adds a second finger. Curls them just right. His thumb circles that bundle of nerves while his tongue—
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. Unexpected and devastating.
I cry out, body clenching around his fingers.
“Now,” I manage. Voice shaky. “Now, I need you.”
He slides up between my splayed thighs, shoulders spreading them wide as he moves.
But I have other plans. Shifting positions, I push him onto his back. Straddle his hips.
“This okay with you, ancient Dragon King?”
