Aevrin kissed closer along her thigh. And then he was there. Cassia watched as his free hand spread her apart. Aevrin’s breath was warm on her, his eyes fixed on her entrance. His head lowered, and he licked his way slowly up the length of her vulva. His lips closed gently around her clitoris. Cassia’s hips rocked up as Aevrin sucked against her. His hand tightened on her thigh, fingers gripping into her soft skin.
Cassia’s breathing was shallow, and not entirely silent, though she fought to stay quiet. She bit back a moan as the hand he’d used to spread her now pushed her other thigh wider, and wrapped around it, until he was holding tight to both of her legs, devotedly savoring her with his tongue and his lips.
And then as she watched, Aevrin’s dark eyes opened and found hers, his mouth still wedded tight to her body, still wresting pleasure from her. He moaned against her core; she couldfeelthe sound against her body. His eyes watched her reaction with heavy-lidded desire.
She struggled against crying out, her body tightening from the stomach down, toes curling and thighs clenching around him. Cassia clapped a hand to her mouth as the low sound escaped her anyhow. She shuddered up against him, thrusting her hips. One of Aevrin’s hands tightened around her thigh. The other wrapped to her pelvis to push down, holding her steady as he continued to worship her clit with tongue and lips. Pleasure shuddered through Cassia. She turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes tight, and grabbed at the blankets again; let go, grabbed. Fought the noise building in her throat. The pleasure rising through her body like rolling fire. He licked and sucked at her like she was a feast to be devoured.
“Aevrin,” she hissed. “I can’t—you have to stop.”
His mouth was off her in an instant, his hands still tight against her thighs. He turned his head, lips pressed for a moment against her thigh as he caught his breath. She could hear him panting.
“S’wrong?” he asked.
“You’ll make me scream.”
She heard his laugh, a single, hard breath.
“Wannahear you scream,” he informed her. His lips traced the inside of her thigh. His teeth lightly scraped her skin. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue.”
“We can’t,” Cassia said.
“Then bite your hand,” he said, and lowered his mouth back to her. She squeaked and squeezed her thighs tight, squashing Aevrin’s head between them. He looked up at her again, amusement in his eyes.
“It’s too much,” she said.
“You’re sure?”
“So long as there’s other folks here,” she whispered, feeling heat in her cheeks.
Aevrin sighed. He kissed the soft inside of her thigh again, then skimmed his hands up her stomach and around her back as he moved up her, until he was bent over her again. He kissed her breast, and then her shoulder, her neck… back up to her lips.
“Then can I at least make love to you?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she whispered, running a hand up his bicep and then around to the back of his shoulder. “I want that, too. But the noise…”
“Is it really the noise? Or you just want me to stop?”
“Noise,” she said instantly. “Just the noise. Believe me…”
“We’ll figure out being quiet then,” he promised, and kissed her again, and slowly rose. She watched him strip, her mind lazywith lust and her eyes devouring him as he slid his trousers, then his underpants down. His full length swung free, a bead of precum smeared along the tip. She watched Aevrin’s face tighten as he gave himself a stroke.
Then he turned and went to his dresser. Pulled a sheath from the top drawer. She almost would have forgotten, or at least wouldn’t have protested, and was glad Aevrin seemingly had more sense than she did.
And it was entrancing, watching as he slowly rolled the thin material down his rigid length. Aevrin came back to the bed and dragged her back up to the pillows, Cassia doing her best to scoot up with him so he wouldn’t have to carry all her weight. Back up at the pillows, he lay down on top of her, the heat of his skin searing to hers. His mouth lingered half an inch above hers; she looked up into his eyes. Aevrin tucked back a strand of her hair.
“Don’t make me beg,” she whispered.
“If I were any less desperate, Iwould,” Aevrin said, and kissed her deeply again. She couldn’t say anything to that, but wrapped her arms around him, glorying in how his body weighed her down; in how safe it made her feel.
He rose and she spread her legs. Cassia took hold of him, and Aevrin let her guide him into her. He braced himself on one elbow, the other hand cradling her head. And then he pushed himself slowly inside, teeth gritted. Cassia dug her fingers into his back and whimpered another moan. He buried his cock deep into her, his fullness tight in her swollen, slick grip.
He waited for a moment with his length inside her, and Cassia wrapped her legs around him, hooking her feet and pulling him fractionally deeper. Until his pelvis ground to hers and she was utterly full. Aevrin pulled slowly out. And then drove so, so slowly back in. She couldfeel every inch.
“Doesn’t feel as strong with the sheathe,” he said as he pulled slowly out.
“Sorry,” she said, cheeks flushing. “But… we really should…”
He rested just at her entrance, his cockhead nudged just inside her lips.
