She nodded again, her eyes never leaving the length clasped in my palm. "It's really big."
I smiled. "Thank you."
She seemed puzzled, her eyes still glued to my erection and what my hand was doing to it.
"Men consider it a compliment when a woman remarks on their size as being impressive," I said.
"I know." She finally lifted her eyes to mine. "But I don't have any reference. Are you bigger than most?"
I chuckled. "I'm tempted to say yes, but I don't want to boast." I straddled her hips, bringing my shaft within inches of her mouth, then closed the distance and rubbed the head over her lips.
She explored it with her lips and tongue, and even though I was tempted to push into her mouth, I didn't.
Tonight was all about Kailin.
I was probably harder than I'd ever been, and I felt sweat beading my forehead, but I was proud of maintaining control and giving Kailin what she needed. Then she gripped my shaft, her hand over mine, opened her mouth, and sucked me in.
I had been wrong.
This was going to be over in two seconds flat.
68
KAILIN
“I knew him long before he came.
Not by name, nor by vision, but by the hollow carved within my heart, shaped to hold only him and no other.
He didn't come with thunder's call or sudden flight,
Just steady eyes that knew my plight.
I'd waited lifetimes without knowing,
But when I heard him call me ‘home,’
I knew the voice beneath the voice,
The one I'd always known.”
—Marna Vorset, Pre Division Era Elucian poet
Alar's head thrashed, sweat slicking all his tight muscles, and I knew that he was hanging on by a thread, all because of me and what I was doing to him.
Thanks to Shovia and some racy literature, I knew everything there was to know about the pleasures shared between lovers, and I'd even read about the sense of power and satisfaction that driving a partner to the heights of pleasure brought about. But words could not do the feeling justice.
Pride and arousal were a potent hedonic mix that I could easily get addicted to, but only with Alar.
This prince of a man was mine, giving himself over to me with the same abandon I was giving myself over to him.
When he started to buck wildly, I knew I had a decision to make. I could have him finish in my mouth, which I had to admit was strangely arousing, or stop what I was doing and have him claim me as I had planned, and I had mere seconds to decide, if that.
"Drak!" he hissed, trying to pull back. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you have to stop!"
It wasn't really a conscious decision to keep going. I just didn't want to stop. I wanted to see Alar lose it and fall apart.
His back bowed and then heat spurted into my mouth as he threw his head back on a silent roar. I swallowed and kept sucking and licking like he had done to me until he had nothing more left in him.
