“Do women kiss men here? I have heard they do. Is it something you’d think wrong?” Jocasta whispered, stroking him, her thumb lightly circling his crown.
“I would kiss any and every bit of you. Would you think it wrong if a man did it to a woman?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know if men do those things.”
Girion arched one eyebrow. “Let’s see.”
JOCASTA STOPPED KISSINGthe tip of him, resisting the urge to put him in her mouth and see if her jaw would open wide enough to comfortably slide him in and out. Kissing, she had asked about. Devouring, she had not.
Now, Girion grunted and hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing. She let out a soft shriek as Girion raised her in the air and straddled her legs around his neck, only to sigh and say, “Not like this.”
The next second, she found herself splayed on the hot stones surrounding the tub, her calves in the water, and Girion lapping her folds, chasing every drop of water clinging to her. “My God! Oh! Oh, Girion!” Her voice was shaking so she hardly recognized it, especially when he nuzzled her hard bead. He parted her folds and ignored her faint protest, diving back in to lap her hungrily.
“Is this the appetite you spoke of?” he asked between long, hard licks.
“N-no. I didn’t know of this one, but now I love it. Please... Please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for.
“Please what? Anything, beloved.”
“I want more of you. I want all of you, but I don’t want it to hurt.” Did that make her a coward? Girion wouldn’t want to hurt her.
Girion nodded and pulled her back into the water, lifting her so that she was in his lap when he sat on the long stone benches in the deep well of a tub. Jocasta suspected it was meant for his shifted form as well.
“No pain, my love,” Girion kissed her neck and cupped one breast while his cock rubbed her mound, sliding between her open legs. His hand went down, stroking where he had just licked and sucked her to a partial peak.
His fingers went in, one at first, and she flexed and moaned, fuller than she had been, but not uncomfortably so. “Is that what my little queen would crave? To be filled?”
Slow, teasing, testing penetration that made her squirm.
“I crave to be held inside of you. And to spend inside of you. To fill you. To see my Jocasta taking every bit of me—well, every bit that’s comfortable.” His fingers left, stroked her outsides, andplunged back in, two fingers smoothly inside of her, a stretch making her hips buck and bounce on his thighs. “What a tight little tunnel you have.”
“And how big you are,” she countered, her hand wrapping around his tip and stroking hard and fast.
“You’ll ruin the bath if you do that,” he moaned, biting down softly on her shoulder.
“We have more hot water.”
“We have all of the heat—because of you.”
GIRION GROANED AS THEfourth day dawned. For three days, the world stood still and emptied, leaving him and Jocasta on an island of togetherness. Their sensual play and pleasure brought them closer to full coupling, and their long hours together let them talk without interruption—for once.
“No,” Jocasta echoed his groan and tossed her leg over top of his, holding him in place. “I’m not ready.”
“We will come back to this bed tonight, and we’ll spend the day side by side,” he soothed. He rolled on top of her and felt her welcoming caress pulling him tight against her. His cock lined up with her womanhood, and they rutted as one, not penetrating, but using the friction to build their pleasure. The more slippery she became, the more reckless their fevered dance, knowing any moment could push him against her and inside.
“Now?” she whispered. Encouraged.
“Not now. Not when you have to go down and look presentable and sit still. There’s a place I will take you to once I know the hot springs are flowing fully. A place where we won’t be disturbed. Where we can take all the time—unnn!” His sudden grunt came just before her long, shivering groan. “Our timing gets better each time,” he whispered, kissing her.
“Not bad for two virgins like us.”
“I don’t think that title is properly bestowed at this point,” Girion chuckled, pushing three fingers inside of her wet, relaxed slit. Instantly, Jocasta brought her fingers down to rub at her bead while he used his fingers like he ached to use his cock, pounding inside of her until her walls leapt and spasmed.
“Perhaps not!” Jocasta gasped as he pushed her to a second peak, hard and fast.
“Come. We meet with our court at noon, and the advisors after that. You wanted to tackle the matter of rates being raised without proper notice and without reasonable percentages?”
Jocasta stretched and licked her lips, standing slowly and arching her back so that he could see the white pattern he had left across her belly and curls. “How can you think about mortgages at a time like this?” she pouted, cupping one breast.
