We just stand there staring at each other for a moment.
“Do you want to lie down?” he asks. “I would like to. . . taste you.”
I lift a hand to my lips, but then I see his eyes are locked on my waist, where my other hand is still buried in my drawers.Oh. I blink.
Even the thought makes my heart beat wildly, and I shake my head. “No, thank you. Can we—I want you to sit and me to—” I stop, a little flustered. “Like last time. I liked last time.”
He looks up, seeming surprised but he nods. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
I notice that he’s breathing hard, too, his big chest moving up and down. He hurries to sit on the sleeping bags but pauses and climbs over to the pack, pulling out a small, tightly rolled-up silver crinkling solar blanket. He places it down on the sleeping bag and then sits.
I frown at the crinkly noise, but he quickly explains. “There won’t be time to wash the bedding, and I want you to sleep comfortably.”
Maybe it’s silly that I find his practicality sweet, but I do. And the way his many hands fumbled when he was sorting through the pack, mumbling to himself? Well, it seems like I’m not the only one who’s nervous.
It makes me a little more confident as I sit beside him and pull off my pants again. I don’t look at him, but I like the warmth his body radiates. I’m not wearing any underwear. I washed them, and they’re still drying, so I just put my pants on after the last time. I notice Kharon seems very focused on my every movement. It makes my cheeks heat. “Don’t watch,” I murmur.
“Why not? Your body is so beautiful.”
“It’s just so much,” I say, feeling like my whole body flushes with heat.
“Come to my lap,” he says. “I’ll hold you.”
I nod repeatedly, liking the idea of that. Everything is less overwhelming when he holds me. I fold my pants and set them aside, then I pause.
Communicating with anyone is hard, but considering how good it felt before, I suck in a breath and try. “Like last time. You in control. Saying when. And I liked it. . . when you made me wait.”
“Yes,” his voice rumbles. “I can make you beg.”
I nod, a zing of exhilaration shooting through my stomach and sex at the thought.
His thighs are hugely muscled, and putting my hands on his shoulders, I climb on his lap. He makes me feel so small. Delicate.
But I also like the look of him beneath me. Those massive muscles. His strong, pulsing cock sticking up between us as I slide my legs open wide. My toes flex as all of the hot feelings in my belly ramp back up again. I wrap my legs around his back, but loosely because I want to leave space between us so we can try to. . . put it in.
I reach down and rub the tip of my middle finger against my clit, and a growl comes from low in Kharon’s throat.
“Your scent,” he inhales. “So good.”
Then his head bends beside mine, and I know he’s watching what I’m doing with my finger. “I touch you now,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
I nod, unsure, biting my bottom lip. I just instinctively know where to touch myself. Will he? And his fingers are so big.
“Yes,” I say with an explosion of breath. “Hold me tight while you do it.”
He nods, his chin bobbing against my shoulder as his upper arms come around me, securing me in a reassuring hold. Meanwhile, his right lower arm moves between our bodies, his hand twisting and dipping.
I hiss out the moment his middle finger slips between my slit, and I bury my face in his thick, warm neck. It was exhilarating when he told me to bite him earlier. I’ve never done that withany other lover, and I hope to do it again. Especially when he starts to feel around in my depths, his big, blunt fingers moving against my slick pussy. I shudder and squeeze my legs around his hips. I thought I would have to try to instruct him about where to touch, but?—
A high-pitched whine comes from my throat as I reach my hands up to entwine in his golden hair. His finger is curious and exploring, and thick, andeverywhere?—
Which is good because I can’t manage a single word.
All I can do is twitch around him as he rubs up and down, monitoring my reactions. When he finds my clit and sees how I hump up on him and grab at his hair, he explores until I’m a heaving, sopping mess on top of him.
“Not yet,” he rumbles, and I groan. How did he know how close to coming I was? I was trying to be quiet about it.
He makes little grunts of satisfaction, and I feel his cock jump every so often between us.
