“I like whoever you are. Iwantyou.” He punctuated that last sentence with a soft kiss to her neck.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips, but she wouldn’t get distracted yet. “Promise to not call me by my name. Call me Sundrop, call me yours, but donotuse my name.”
“Whatever you need, I will give you,” Jasyn said breathily.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did.
It was gentle, but his hands on her waist were firm. It was like they were starting where they had left off in the garden. She immediately unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his chest, and it urged him to unleash himself. His muscles flexed under her hands, but her mind was entirely on the way his tongue licked, the way his lips sucked. It was alighting her whole body in desire. She rocked her hips against his hardness, and it rubbed at her clit in the perfect way. She was panting already, wanting him deep inside her.
But first, she wanted to give him something to remember her by.
She pulled away, and he was breathing hard, his eyes blown wide. Pushing herself off his lap, she kneeled before him.
“You don’t—”
“I want,” she simply replied as she undid his pants and rolled them off him.
His erection sprang free, beads of moisture already there for her to suck and swallow.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” she said, and in response, he pushed her dark strands behind her ear.
“I’m learning with you,” he said.
She nodded, her nerves high, but she trusted the man in front of her. They would explore this together.
She licked the sides of his shaft in hopes of making it easier for her. Then, she sucked on the head, allowing herself to learn the motions. Jasyn hissed from his seat, his hips bucking upwards. Since he did not stop her, she took it as a sign she was doing something right.
She took a deep breath then sucked as much of his length down as she could. She gagged once he hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed, and it moved deeper. She bobbed her head, his cock moving in and out of her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. She focused on Jasyn’s whimpering sounds. It urged her on; it made her want to pleasure him forever.
A strong moan escaped his lips, and she had no doubt Mych would hear them. Hopefully, he would ensure no one neared the room and heard them too.
“It’s my turn,” he managed to say between breaths.
She pumped him with her hands; she didn’t want to stop, but the pulsing ache between her legs sought release.
“Where do you want me?” she asked.
“Sitting on my face,” he replied.
She swallowed, the throbbing heightening at the words. She lifted the dress from her body, and she saw how Jasyn’s eyes dilated at the sight of her breasts. They trailed down to the brand, and she shook her head.
“No questions.”
He opened his mouth but thankfully followed along. Jasyn shifted to the side and laid down on the throne so his head rested on one armrest and his legs dangled over the other.
“Here.” He pointed at his mouth, the demand final.
Iskra didn’t question it as she removed her dress and maneuvered herself over top him. He gripped her thighs, making sure she was settled. Without warning, he licked her folds, and she arched her head back in pure ecstasy.
“Gods,” she moaned. She was wound so tight, she didn’t think she would last long.
He suckled on her clit, and the sensation was so intense, she had to grab the back of the throne to not fall off.
She swayed her hips against his mouth, needing more of him. Through it all, she could hear encouraging words muffled in her pussy.
“My Sundrop.”
The words were enough to make her shatter on his tongue, but as soon as she thought she was coming down from her pleasurable high, he inserted a finger inside her. It took her a moment to adjust to the feeling, but as he moved it, a new orgasm brimmed the surface.
