“Oh… Caspian…”
His kisses started on her right thigh, then moved to her left. They climbed higher, grew wetter as her legs opened further. Withoutthinking, one of her hands found the top of his head and ran through his thick hair before gripping it.
His kisses moved deeper. They started to lick and suck right by her womanhood. Each kiss sent a ripple of pleasure through her body so that she was already squirming.
She could feel how wet she had become. She could feel the pulse throbbing from between her thighs. She gasped when Caspian’s fingers traced her lips, and she moaned when she felt them gently slide inside of her.
“Caspian,” she breathed as she held onto his head. “The staff… we… be careful…”
“What did I say about keeping it down?” Caspian growled.
The next thing Thalia felt was… hard to describe, even if she knew exactly what it was. Caspian’s lips kissed the outside of her womanhood, while his tongue then gently dipped inside of her.
“Oh!” she stiffened.
His tongue pressed deeper and started to lick the inside of her.
“Ah…” she writhed.
His lips then wrapped themselves around her and started to suck. As he did this, his fingers found their way inside of her,curling against her walls as he sucked softly and wetly on her clitoris. It swelled in his mouth, started to throb, and as her breathing grew in intensity, so did the way he tended to her.
“Oh, God…” She spasmed and shook. “Caspian…” She pushed his head down further. “Do not stop… God… right there…”
His tongue licked up and down her lips. His mouth sucked and spat over her clitoris. And his fingers curled and pressed, stroking her as if trying to coax something from deep within. He did it all to her breathing, the way that she moaned, and how violently her body shook.
He did not come up for a breath.
He did not waste time teasing her.
He kept his head planted between her thighs, one hand gripping her thigh, the other playing with her as he sucked and licked and spat and kissed and devoured her like a ravenous beast that had not eaten in days.
“Caspian!” she cried out, eyes snapping open. Light streamed into them, Thalia became aware of where they were, and she shut her eyes and closed her mouth the best she could. “Oh…” she moaned as she felt pleasure wash over her. “Ah…” she panted as that same pleasure rolled up her body in waves.
Caspian’s tongue moved faster. His sucking became more intense. He pulled his fingers free so both hands could grip herthighs and hold her in place because Thalia had started to thrash on the seat.
“There…” she breathed. “Right… there… it’s… coming… close… do not stop!” she screamed into the air.
She felt it building inside of her. She felt it rising like the tide. Caspian played her expertly, a snake charmer with its target hypnotized and moving to his rhythm. He built it like a fire inside a hearth. He let it grow like a flower reaching toward the sun. He did not stop, or even breathe, as he felt his wife explode.
Which she did do. It came on her quickly and suddenly. It came like a slap across the face and, before she could stop to think, Thalia opened her mouth and screamed her pleasure for the whole manor to hear.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes! God, yes!”
Both hands held onto Caspian’s head. Her legs snapped shut around his face. Her body writhed and spasmed. Her screaming lifted the ceiling and burst through the heavens. And all the while, Caspian stayed right where he was, not once stopping, not once seeming as if he meant to.
And just like that, when Thalia thought that she was starting to figure her husband out, he surprised her once more. A good surprise at that. A surprise she could very much get used to.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“That is a beautiful gown,” Caspian said as he walked into the room. “It suits you well.”
“Thank you,” Thalia returned. She did not turn around to look at her husband, however, keeping her stare fixed on the full-bodied mirror before her. “And what of the person wearing the gown?”
“The same,” he said simply as he came to a stop just behind her. “Will you be ready to leave soon?”
“A few more minutes,” she told him with a gentle smile; caught in the reflection of the mirror. “I will meet you downstairs?”
Caspian stood just two feet back from Thalia. His cool gaze worked over her body, and she saw in it the desire that he had shown her often these past few weeks. The only caveat to this desire, the obvious hunger he had for her, was his inability to pair it with any sense of romanticism or, dare she say, love.
