“Ayla.” He sounded scandalized. She could feel him staring at her, and when she dared to meet his eyes, she found that his brow was furrowed and his gaze was violently focused on her own. “There isnothingI wish more.”
“I would not have you tend me out of obligation,” she muttered.
“Obligation?” His voice was practically a growl. “Mercy, woman. You expect too little.”
His hands were firm as he pressed her legs wide. Ayla opened to him, her heart racing unaccountably. She was not sure how she felt about all the focus being on her. It seemed frightening. And delightful. And new.
Niel slid beneath the blankets, his head vanishing from view. She felt the cold of his absence as he shifted further down the bed.
“Why are you beneath the covers?” She lifted the blankets to look at him.
“So you don’t get cold,” he explained. He pulled one thigh wider, his body almost perpendicular to her own as he maneuvered between her legs. He moved with a confidence that had her breath coming fast and shallow.
“But what are you doing?”
His head was level with her thighs.
“I… wish to taste you,” he offered haltingly. “If I am going about it wrongly, by all means…”
“What, willingly?” she asked, staring down at his shadowed bulk beneath the blankets in disbelief. He was between her legs, one hooked over his shoulder, the other nearly a pillow for his head as he turned sideways to fit on the bed.
“If you do not want me to—”
“I do,” she said quickly. “I cannot quite believe you would want to, but I do.”
He exhaled hard against her skin, like her words frustrated him. Niel’s lips pressed for a moment to the crux of her inner thigh.
“Is it so hard for your to believe, that I would desire this?”
“Well, yes," she whispered.
“And if I told you it's what I most want. That I have spent many an hour at night dreaming of it."
Her breath caught.
"I'd… wonder if you were lying." Surelythathad not been the activity on his mind.
“Is it so odd that the idea of your pleasure would excite me? I fucked my hand more than once to the thought of you coming on my lips."
Ayla felt her center squeeze tight. She didn't know what to say to that. She drew a ragged breath, her hands fisting into the bedsheets.
Niel lowered his face to her. He kissed between her legs as Ayla shivered, then spread her wider with one hand. She felt the pressof his warm tongue against her; then another kiss, delicate and just to the side. Niel’s fingers replaced his mouth for a moment, exploring her shape in the darkness beneath the covers.
“Could…” Ayla said, and tentatively reached down, wincing at the thought of asking anything of him.
“Anything,” he said fiercely. His eyes peered up at her from beneath the blanket, dark and hungry. "Help me to please you. I need you to come."
“Here?” She whispered, and touched a finger to her clitoris. He replaced hers with his own, and rubbed gently as he explored the shape. Ayla tensed beneath his fingers, lips moving to form a moan that stayed lodged in her chest.
His fingers stayed there a long moment, circling, only to be replaced with his mouth. For a moment she nearly protested; it had felt good. But soon what he was doing felt even better. Tongue first, firm and wet. Then his lips, pursing around her nub. He teased at her until Ayla rocked up against him. His big hands were firm on her thighs, digging demandingly into the flesh. His mouth was gentle but insistent and more confident than she would have expected. His breath on her skin felt hot.
She tangled a hand into his hair. Niel hummed a groan against her skin and sucked at her. With a whimper, Ayla tightened beneath him, her back arching as her muscles strained.
He did not need to be asked to go steady. The knight had fallen into a rhythm, and soon she came to expect it, her body throbbing in time with the movements of his lips. Ayla’s hand loosened on his hair as her head fell back. She moaned through gritted teeth. Niel’s fingers dug into her thighs, gripping her and pressing her wide. Her whole body prickled deliciously as pleasure crackled through her.
Her breath stuttered as she pushed higher, seeking relief from the overwhelming, obliterating sensation dulling all senses but touch. Her toes curled. She could hardly see, or hear; there wasonly his mouth on her, demanding her pleasure, eking it from her as steadily as if he were drawing a bucket of water from the well. And then she splintered, breaking open beneath him. She arched up in one final push, and sobbed, and stars burned behind her eyes. Ayla reached for him and grabbed his hair by the fistfuls. He licked her again, a long, steady stroke, and pushed his tongue inside of her with a groan.
She tugged at him by his hair.
