“Valley Logistics, Exchange, and Navigation,” Nocren recited. “V-L-E-N. Villain, Calya? You can’t be?—”
“What? Everyone’s going to be thinking as much anyway, so why not embrace it?” She laughed. “I couldn’t think of anything with ‘Helm’ that I liked.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, then, exhaling dramatically, reached for her. “I paid the toll,” he muttered before claiming her mouth.
The contract papers hit the floor as Calya tossed them—carefully—to the side and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You did,” she agreed, returning his kiss. “Overpaid. Such expediency deserves a reward.”
The front of Nocren’s shirt clung where it was soaked through by Calya’s damp skin. He ignored it, letting the water creep up his sleeve as he reached to cup her breast. She leaned into his hand, sighing with pleasure as his thumb circled her nipple.
“What strings are attached to this prize?” he asked.
“None.” Calya drew back enough to meet his eyes. There was a mischievous, hungry glint in her gaze as she waited for his reaction.
“An unconditional reward?” Nocren shrugged out of his wet shirt. “How unlike you.”
“Well, if you don’t want it…” she said in mock indignation. She moved to get out of the tub. “I’ll be?—”
Nocren gently pushed her back, smirking when she hardly put up a fight. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
With one hand keeping her mouth tilted up toward him, he let his other roam freely across her chest. Her nipples had already begun to harden, and she shivered when he rolled each one between his fingers. Made a pouty sound when he tweaked them and made her jump.
He kissed the frown from her brow, then moved down, his lips feathering over her neck, trailing lower until he could replace the teasing of his fingers with his mouth.
Calya leaned back, letting her head rest on the tub’s rim with her legs splayed open. Nocren’s cock throbbed against the confinement of his trousers. He didn’t let it, or Calya’s restless shifting, hurry him along, as much as he’d like to toss her onto the bed and not surface until morning. There was plenty of time for all of that. Eager as he was, nothing instilled a wicked brand of patience in him than an impatient Calya. She liked being a challenge, but as he grew bolder, as they became more familiar with each other’s desires, he suspected she enjoyed pressing him simply so he would take her in hand. She let him. Trusted him enough to do it. Wanted it, at least with him.
Now, to be gifted so much discretion, so many fantasies clamored in his head. Being spoiled for choice made his hands shake as excitement and indecision clashed.
Best not to think ahead at all, but only of the moment.
Nocren laved her nipple with his tongue, eliciting another shiver and appreciative moan. Calya’s back arched away from the tub as he increased his pressure, alternating between sucking and flicking with the tip of his tongue. Her hands came up to grasp his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. She held him close in one instant and tried to pull him away at the next, moans growing more insistent.
When Nocren swiped his thumb over her clit, a small gasp had her perfect tits bumping against his face. His mouth released her with a wet pop, and he nipped at her exposed throat before returning to her chest. Calya squirmed as he latched on to her other breast and gave it equal treatment.
“L-Lowe.” Calya’s voice had a breathless quality to it. Her hips canted up as she sought more of his touch.
“Hmm?”
His mouth never left her nipple. He settled on sucking the hardened point between his lips and massaging it with his tongue. Tonight, that combination had her wound especially tight. Had her chest already beginning to heave as her breaths turned to soft pants and her pelvis chased his teasing fingers. Even her hands were beginning to tremble, still clutched around his head.
A warm, pleased hum ran through Nocren’s mind. He could have a lifetime of exploring her body and it wouldn’t be enough. To learn the whole of Calya and her preferences required constant study. An eternal craft he could dedicate himself to and still be surprised every day.
Thank the wind for its prescience.
Nocren let a single fingertip slide through her folds. Delved in only to his first knuckle, resisting when Calya tried to bear down.
“You’re very needy tonight,” he said, raising his head. He traced his tongue along the column of her throat, letting his finger rub over her clit before toying with her pussy again.
Calya tried to spear herself on him, a frustrated exhale ruffling his hair when he eluded her efforts. “Lowe.”
“Did you not take care of yourself while I was gone?” he asked, tone innocent as he tapped her clit.
“I thought you liked it when I put you to work.”
Nocren pressed his thumb against her sensitive nub, chuckling softly when her head tipped farther back, her eyes squeezing shut with anticipation.
“I do,” he murmured into her ear. “Though it hardly feels like work when you’re so willing.”
Another exasperated huff left her mouth when Nocren ignored her attempts to coax his finger deeper. “Don’t make me regret it.”
