The unmistakable jingle of the glass bottles inside sounded loud in the quiet. Eunny’s new lodging was a cozy single, the design open but with plenty of space-conscious storage options. She sat on her bed, leaning back on her hands as she watched him. Thanks to the drawers built into the bed frame, her feet didn’t touch the ground.
Perfect. He was easily half a head taller than her; nice to know he wouldn’t have to break his back to fuck her bent over the side.
The thought had him stiffening. Made his trousers feel tight. Constricting.
Eunny’s gaze dipped down, eyes crinkling at the corners as her lips curved ever upward. “Did you bring me something?” She pointed with her chin toward the bag clutched in his hand.
A self-conscious laugh bubbled up as Ollas pulled the cloth sides down to reveal the upper halves of the vials. All four of them.
Eunny snorted. “You planning to move in?”
“No, I-I wasn’t— I didn’t know if, if I should—” Ollas’s hand shook as he tried to cover the bottles again, knocking one over in the process.
“I’m kidding. Give ’em here.” Eunny held out her hands.
Red-faced, Ollas handed her the bag.
She made an appreciative sound as she surveyed the labels. “My favorite kind of housewarming gift.” Her eyes cut back to him. Swept up and down, taking the measure of him. “Maybe my second favorite.”
“Maybe?” Ollas went to his knees in front of her.
“Too soon to tell.” Eunny caressed him with her bare foot. “You do look good down there.”
She popped the cork on the closest vial and downed it before tossing the glass aside.
A tremor ran through his hands as he lifted them toward her legs. Her skin was warm. Soft. Ollas let his fingers skim along her calves, hesitant. He met her eyes. “Offerings for my goddess.”
She laughed, scooting up enough to push the skirt off her hips. The fabric pooled at his knees. Bare flesh greeted him.
At his surprised look, Eunny shrugged one shoulder. “I figured you were coming by.” Her foot hooked beneath his arm, pulled him a touch closer. “I hoped you would.”
The final vestiges of trepidation, of so many years filled with yearning and doubt, fell away. Awe and relief rushed up to take their place. And hunger—so much of that.
Ollas put his lips to her calf, her knee, her thigh. Lingered there, kissing her tender skin as he inhaled. She was intoxicating. Her scent alone made a quiet groan rumble deep in his chest.
“Is this how Little Nev prayed at the Altar of Song?” Eunny teased, her eyes intent on him.
“I was a boy then.” Ollas wrapped his arms around her thighs. Pulled her closer. Parted her with his thumbs and nearly died to find her already damp at her center for him. “Tonight, I’ll worship you as a man.”
Her amused response cut off in a gasp the moment his mouth touched her. Touched being a relative word. Technically true, but ever so inadequate. Too gentle a word for what Ollas did with his tongue. He buried his face in her pussy, tongue sweeping in as far as humanly possible. Ignored her choked screech when his beard tickled her thighs. He made love to her with his mouth, a wet groan escaping when she fluttered around his tongue.
Imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. She was so soft, the heady musk of her filling his lungs. And the taste, a sweetened tang that beckoned him to come back for more. Drink his fill. He indulged, licking and sucking and stroking, spurred on by her garble of words. The occasional “fuck” and “Nev” were the only ones coherent amongst her mess.
She’d been waiting for him, pussy bare beneath her skirt. Was probably bare under her vest, too, nipples ready for his lips. Ollas was torn between checking and continuing to slowly devour her whole. To have her perfect body laid out before him. He’d watch his cock disappear inside her, see her face when she came.
Ollas moaned at the thought. Soon, but not yet. They were here, in her new, private room. No interruptions. And, as she’d said, she would need to be prepared. A task he was fully committed to delighting in.
He leaned back, wiping her desire from his face with the back of his hand. He stilled, eyes locked on the glisten of it on his skin. He licked it clean. She’d called him an animal; might as well earn it.
Eunny’s head had dropped back during his attentions. Now, she dragged it up enough to see him, her lips parted. “Gods all break, Nev.”
“Tell me what you like.” He kissed the inside of her knee. “What you want.”
She pushed up to sitting and plucked at his shoulder. “I want you. Inside.”
Ollas smiled, his cock straining against his trousers. “Not yet. Prepared, remember?”
Eunny scoffed. “I think I can handle y— Oh.” She moaned as he breached her entrance with two fingers. “Okay. Yes, that’s good, too.”
