She stopped in front of his chair. “Now what?” It took all the confidence she possessed and then some to manage a nonchalant tone.
He reached out a hand and smoothed his fingers down her side, running them delicately over her hipbone and making her stifle a giggle at the tickling sensation.
“You have the softest skin, Charis. Like silk.” He looked her over thoroughly. “Your breasts are full and womanly, your belly curved in a way I find most appealing. Your legs are perfection in themselves and your pussy—” He brushed his fingers through the hair coiling between her thighs. “Ah, yes, your pussy. It’s beautiful, Charis.”
“It is?” She’d heard the word before, of course. Whispered low as if sinful. But he spoke it in such a natural way that he could have been referring to her elbow. Of course she admitted to herself that if he’d been touching her elbow she probably wouldn’t have felt those hot fiery licks of heat deep inside her body.
She was certainly feeling them now. Little darts of arousal spreading inexorably through her as Sinjun took inventory with his eyes and with little delicate strokes of his fingertips.
He caressed her navel then moved upward, using his hand like a breath of air, a touch so light she wasn’t even sure their flesh met in some places. Then in others—oh, likethere—yes, he was definitely touching her breast. Her nipple.
She closed her eyes and swallowed down the little cry that had choked her.
“You’re a sensual woman, sweet. Alive and burning with sexual desires. So responsive…” His voice trailed away as he leaned forward and dropped a kiss above her navel.
Then he licked her, making her shiver. This time she couldn’t help the tiny whimper. “Oh good heavens above.” Her hands went unbidden to his head trying to hold him close to her body.
“All in time.” He settled himself and reached for his breeches. “You have aroused me, Charis. Seduced me better than I could have believed.” She watched as his hands unfastened the ties and spread the opening wide. His cock sprang free, hard and erect, nearly exploding from the confines of the fabric. “Do you see what you have done to me?”
She nodded, her gaze held by the sight of the rigid flesh protruding away from its nest of dark blond curls. It was smooth, yet dappled with veins and ridges—utterly fascinating. Perhaps there was something to be said for doing this sort of thing in daylight. She’d never experienced anything like it with Charles in the darkness of their stolen night.
Sinjun tapped one knee. “Sit here. On my lap.”
“Are you sure?” She looked uncertainly at his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” He grinned at her. “Put that delectable arse of yours here on my thigh. Let me worry about everything else.”
Cautiously, Charis did as she was bid, sitting gently on one outspread thigh and only relaxing when Sinjun had her comfortably arranged, his cock lying on her naked leg, her feet raised on a small footstool.
One arm held her close, the other was free to stroke her body as he wished. And apparently he wished it a lot, because he touched hereverywhere. “You have a lovely body. I like touching you. And I want to learn about you.”
Charis snorted. “I’m sitting naked on your lap, Sinjun. I doubt there’s much else about me to learn.”
His lips quirked as he flicked a nipple and watched her shiver. “You are so wrong.” He dipped his head and licked her again, this time around her breast. “Your taste, for example. What gives you pleasure.” His mouth found the tight peak and he nipped at it so gently she wanted to scream with delight. “I’m guessing this is one of those things.”
She nodded, unable to find the words to agree, just desperate to have him do it again. He did and this time she moved, thrusting her breast closer to him, encouraging him by her movements rather than her voice.
“Excellent.” He was a little hoarse now, his cock iron-hard and heavy on her naked thigh. “Here’s what we’re going to do, little one.”
She struggled through a fog of arousal, aware of her body more than his words. She ached, tingled and shivered and could feel the heat of him surrounding her. His cock moved a little, almost as if possessed of its own desires. Sneaking a glance at it, Charis licked her lips.
He groaned. “Not yet. Soon, but not yet.”
Almost unaware of what he meant, she looked into his eyes, only to find her breath taken away by the heat she saw there. A passion that burned, a desire that echoed the arousal flaming inside her.
“What do you want, Sinjun?” She whispered the words, holding his gaze.
“Make yourself come. Show me what you like, how to touch you, how to make you burn.”
It was intimate, shocking and utterly exciting. Charis started to shake her head.
“Don’t refuse. I know you do this—bring yourself pleasure. Show me. Here, now, in my arms. Share it with me, Charis. Give me your release. A gift if you’d like to think of it that way.” He held her more tightly. “Please?”
Surrendering to that one word, spoken with more passion than she’d ever heard from a man in her entire life, Charis let her body relax into Sinjun’s, his bare chest burning against her naked skin. His cock was still against one thigh but he pushed at the other, parting them, exposing her most private parts, spreading her wide to his gaze.
“Do it, Charis. My God,do it. I shall die if you don’t, I swear.”
Daringly she looked down, seeing herself laid bare and his arousal a dark red length against her white skin. She looked back up at his face and licked her lips, amazed at her own courage and the level of her anticipation. Not to mention the complete and total wantonness of the next words she spoke. “I will if you will.”
