I’m so full of gratitude after her tender exploration, buzzing from her care, that I can’t help myself. “Don’t you want me to do anything else for you?” I tease her, still surprised that her idea of a fantasy is to explore my body until every nerve is set alight. “Can’t I interest you in a spot of face riding?”
Nadia curls away from me, suddenly hesitant. I’d curse myself for upsetting her equilibrium except I also don’t want her to miss out on anything. Not when she’s gone along with everything I’ve thrown at her.
“I don’t know about that,” she answers in a halting voice. “I’m not sure it’s something I’d like.”
She’s crouching on her knees beside me, half turned away, and I put a hand on her back, gently stroking her. “If you don’t like it, you get to take penance from me for spoiling your good time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her eyes sparkle with their warm light.
“Yeah. And if you’d prefer not to sit astride me, I can move beside the bed while you lie on your back. Would you like that?” When she doesn’t immediately respond, I hitch onto my elbow, getting my mouth closer to her ear. “Are you going to order me onto my knees for you?”
The change is immediate. “On your knees,” she commands, reaching over to grab a pillow, throwing it onto the floor with a giggle. “There you go.”
“Sheer luxury.”
I don’t waste any time getting into position, eager to return the favours she’s given me.
When she wriggles her butt to the edge, I carefully lift her legs over my shoulders, whereupon she suddenly turns coy, wrapping her arms over her midriff like she’s anxious. “Maybe you don’t need—”
My voice is gruff. “Of course, I need to. After being so quiet and obedient do you really think I’m going to let you slip away without a taste?”
The insides of her legs are so sensitive the nerves jump just from me positioning them. When I turn to kiss her on the inside of her knee, she nearly flies off the bed, giggling with nerves.
“Hasn’t anyone gone down on you before?” Her responses have already given me the answer, but I know she likes my growling voice against her neck, presume she’ll enjoy it even more against the silky skin of her inner thigh.
My stubble against that sensitive spot is too much, and I angle my head to press my lips and tongue and mouth against her skin without scraping her raw with my scruff.
“Stop,” she says suddenly, moving away and clamping her legs together. Her voice is strained as she whispers, “I don’t like it.”
In a weird role reversal, I’m suddenly the one with all the experience. Another black mark to add to the list against her husband.
I haven’t done anything for her to know if she likes it or not, so I trace her discomfort to the logical source. “You feel too exposed?” There’s no answer but her tension eases a little. “There’s just us here and I promise you, I’m overjoyed with everything I see.”
Still, her knees stay clamped, and I don’t want to rob her of her good time, not when it’s still her turn.
“I’m not at the good bit yet,” I say, placing my hands on the outside of her thighs and letting them rest there, her skin warm under my palms. Once she’s more relaxed, I let my thumbs stray, stroking her along the underside of her thighs until she shivers.
“At the very least, wait until my tongue makes a few circuits. It’s hard to judge what you will or won’t like until then.”
Nadia relaxes farther into the bedding, and when I try a minute later, she seems happy for me to scoop her closer again. Her muscles tense when I gently spread her lips with my thumbs, and I wait a second, letting my breath warm her until she gives a stiff nod and I continue.
Her nervousness transmits to me as I carefully roll my tongue along the inside of her, tasting her musky scent, breathing it in to store it with my other treasured memories of her. When I stiffen the edge of my tongue to curve around her entrance, she softly whimpers, a sound that makes my cock so hard my brain is dizzy from the lack of blood.
“That’s my good girl,” I mutter, moving back enough to check she’s still on board, then taking another circuit around her folds, ending with my tongue flat against her clit.
Her hand steals into my hair, fingers entwining through the strands until she grips it hard, hard enough a grunt of surprise comes out of me.
“Was that too much?”
“No.” I curl my tongue into her entrance, licking in one long stroke all the way to her clit, then retreating until she groans, redoubling my efforts at the sound like it’s an order barked from the mouth of a drill sergeant. When I next come up for air, I whisper, “Knock yourself out.”
She swivels her fist, setting a plethora of tiny flames alight where my hairs pull against my scalp. No longer startled, I ease into the sensation, slowly exerting pressure in the opposite direction to lengthen the burn.
“That feels so good,” she says before another whimper emerges. “Can you breathe?”
“You’d hear the thump as I hit the floor if I couldn’t,” I assure her with a laugh, grabbing her arse cheeks in my hands to control how she arches against my face. Far too tentative for my liking. “You’ll have to try a lot harder.”
As though she was waiting for my permission, Nadia suddenly bends her body upright, pulling me towards her with my hair, devouring my mouth in a giddying display of possession. Her fingers curl until her knuckles are flush against the skin of my neck, the other scratching fingernails lightly across my shoulder.
