I forgot to breathe. It wasn't that I sucked in a breath. My lungs simply did nothing because his mouth was sohot. And good. And in a place I hadn't expected it to go.
Then his tongue dragged across me. I'd thought I'd felt sparks when he'd touched my breasts, but this? My knees flexed on their own, finding him between them. He licked again as he shifted my knees over his shoulders, and then he began to suck at something that felt so very good.
I grabbed at the dreadlocks I could reach, needing to hold him right there. I didn't even know everything his mouth was doing, but it all felt good. Warm, wet, and alive in a way I'd never imagined. There was a need I wanted to move to find, so I did. My hips rocked with the pressure, looking for more, trying to make it better.
Using my calves, I gripped his back as well as I could, but my body was overwhelmed with sensations. The cool air, the pleasure he was causing, the rustling of dying leaves in the breeze, and my own panting, moaning breaths. It all turned into something bigger, something that was growing in the pit of my stomach.
Sliding one hand higher, Zasen reached for my breast to toy with that. His other? It held my thigh open a little more - and then his tongue dove inside my body. He moaned the way he had before, a wild sound that proved he liked it, and then his mouth was back.
The drags of his tongue grew harder, my hips pressed into it even more, and my knees were trembling. When he sucked again, something unimaginable happened. My entire body shattered into a million pieces. Time stopped. Euphoria took over, and all I could do was grasp at his head desperately, not knowing if I was going to fly into the stars or evaporate into every nerve that had just come alive.
Sensation. Pleasure. Perfection.
And then he pulled back and I felt like everything snapped back into place. I was still here, gasping like I'd just run across the entire surface of the world, bare like God had made me, with Zasen kneeling between my legs.
"That, Ayla," Zasen said before kissing the inside of my thigh and lifting himself higher, "is how a woman has an orgasm."
"So that's sex?" I asked.
He chuckled as he eased my legs off him and turned to find my discarded clothes. "No. That's what we call foreplay."
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling much too exposed. "I don't understand."
He didn't answer for a moment. Instead, he got my boots, pants, bra, and panties together, then brought them over. When he handed them to me, he knelt at my side.
"It's supposed to feel good," he said once again, jerking his head in a way that made it clear I could get dressed. "Did it?"
I nodded as I got my panties on. My bra came next. "I don't even know how to explain that feeling."
"An orgasm," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek, making me look at him. "Ayla, are you okay?"
"Yeah." But I was caught between trying to get dressed because it seemed colder out now than it had a second ago, and blushing while trying to see the man who'd just done that to me.
"I need more," he said. "I need to know I didn't make a mistake this time."
So I flopped back and yanked on my pants. "I have decided I like all of that, Zasen." I quickly secured the front, then buckled my belt and rolled sideways to get my shirt - toward him. "And I don't know if it's okay to say, but I like that it was you."
Finally, he relaxed. "Yeah?" Without looking, he found my shirt and passed it to me. "Me?"
One shake got the dirt off the fabric, then I pulled it on. Once I was covered enough to not be cold anymore, I palmed both sides of his face and leaned in to kiss him soundly.
"I was almost scared. I thought... I don't know what I thought, but you let me take off my clothes, and I realized it was happening, and the fear tried to come back, but it's you. You don't ever hurt me. You show me how to win, and that..." I glanced away as a little giggle slipped out. "I like that. I..." The smile faded as my eyes landed on his face again. "I'm done being scared, Zasen. Thank you."
"So, never again?" he asked playfully.
"Lots again!" I said, pushing him so he fell backwards and then following him down to the dirt so I could pin his hands beside his ears. "But I'm scared of something else now."
"No, there's nothing to be scared of," he hurried to assure me.
"What if this means you can't love me now?"
"I'm not leaving you, Ayla," he swore. "I knew that before I gave you that token."
Letting him go, I flopped down beside him. "So this is real?"
"Feels like a dream sometimes, huh?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "But we still have to hunt."
