And he didn't stop there.
He kissed her thigh next, lips dragging over her flesh as he moved. His lips met her skin over and over in a manner that completely distracted her. He shifted, his other hand curling behind her calf as he leaned closer. Nyssa's heart skipped. The words she'd literally just said to Lex rang in her ears. But she caught the leer on his face, and she closed her book shut with an audible clap.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking advantage of your sister's Second being occupied," he said as he bent her leg up. His open mouth kissed the bend at her knee again, tongue dragging over her skin and making her breath catch.
There was a tug in her abdomen, a voice telling her it was a bad idea, that she had a job to do and being with him was not part of it.
But damn if she didn't want him.
She couldn't help but bite her lip as he continued his deliberate torture. Her dress fell between her shaking thighs when he pulled her leg again to rest it atop his shoulder. Her toes pointed despite herself as he continued to kiss and lick her, going higher and higher. She blushed when he paused at the apex of her thighs and steadied there, breath tickling her through the dress, hands curling around her hips.
For a moment, she thought he would continue, devour her as he'd done so many times just in those two nights at Magnice.
But he seemed intent on teasing her.
The slight smirk he gave her made her own eyes dance. He lifted her hand off her thigh and kissed her palm. Her ears reddened as she heard the noise of other people on the beach, and she realized they were on the porch in broad daylight, his face between her legs.
"Your people will see us," she whispered, unable to suppress her smile.
He pushed up then, and her leg fell to the side of him as he came to hover over her. "They'll certainly hearyou," he replied. He bent down, and her head tilted back as he dipped to the crook of her neck, his tongue raking over her throat. She cursed her body for its response and could practically feel herself dripping already.
"Whether they see us is a different story."
He was still holding her hand when he hovered over her again, and he guided her fingers between her legs. He bent again, his lips dragging across the fabric covering her abdomen. Mouth sagging, she watched as they both discovered how wet she was. She was soaking through the lace of her undergarments already. His chest visibly heaved, and he groaned, eyes shutting as though he hadn't expected it.
"Infi, are you wearing that tiny thing from the second night?" he asked in a rasp upon discovering which undergarments she had on.
Lingerie had always made her feel more powerful than she was, a confidence booster she enjoyed. Unlike her sister, who had always thought such things unnecessary.
The moan that left her was full of delighted amusement, and she removed her hand from his, wanting to touch him. She allowed her hands to graze up his chest to his cheeks, memorizing the stubble along his jaw.
"These are my favorites," she said innocently.
His nose brushed low on her abdomen. "I think you know they're my favorites as well," he uttered, lips pressing to her hip through dress.
His gaze landed back on her, and she nearly lost herself right then. But he watched her. Watched her as he pushed to a hover over her and deliberately stroked down her clit before moving the fabric and dipping inside her. Her breath caught when he pressed two fingers fully in, palm lying flat. The delicious friction made her hips buck into his hand.
Fuck, he’d barely touched her, and she was sure she would come apart if he moved any faster.
"Did you miss me, Princess?" he breathed, his long fingers hooking inside her. His hips moved against his arm, increasing that pressure. She could see him hardening through those damn pants. She wanted to touch him, but she also knew their game.Lovedtheir game. So she lifted her chin, arched her back, and looked directly up at him, unable to suppress the breathy moan that emitted from her lips when she whispered, “Yes.”
She thought he would continue, but he moved and pulled from inside her. She could see the stick and glisten of her juices on those long fingers, stringing when he separated them in front of her, almost triumphant in nature.
Watching him slip one of those fingers in his mouth and taste her shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did, but she'd seen that mouth do things she didn't know mouths were supposed to do—
And she had never ached for someone as she did for him.
She wanted that mouth on every part of her.
A low, satisfied groan left him when he pulled the finger from his mouth. "I missed you too," he uttered, the tone teasing from his lips and making her hips arch to his.
He settled against her, his hardened length pressing between her legs through the fabric. She groaned and pushed her pelvis against him as he brought his hand down to her lips. His other finger, still glistening with her wetness, brushed her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth for him to push his fingertip inside her. Tasting herself on his warm, salty skin. Tonguing his finger as she liked to tongue his cock. She grasped his wrist between her hands and held his hand there as she sucked on him. Up and down. Her mouth puckered with each sweep and soft moan. The corner of his lips flinched upwards as he watched. He pulled his hand away after a few moments and brushed his knuckles against her cheek.
“Is that what you want to do with my cock?” His hips pushed against her when he spoke, and he dropped his head low to the crook of her neck.
“Yes,” she groaned.
