“Does that put you off?” I murmured curiously. My gaze met his this time, no hesitation, no reservations. The orange rimming his eyes was nearly gone.
“No,” he said slowly, “I’m just surprised, is all.”
“Why?” I honestly wanted to know.
“We were- You and I- We- Chemistry,” he spluttered, like he’d started talking but had no idea where he was going with it. “You seemed like you really knew what you were doing,” he settled on finally.
My hand slapped to my mouth as a goose honk of a snorting laugh left me. “I’ve never had sex with anyone else before, not that I was some untried virgin who doesn’t know what goes where because she’s been locked in a tower all her life and coddled to death,” I got out between loud guffaws.
Gren’s face scrunched as his brow furrowed. “Now I feel silly,” he muttered. “And stupid.”
“Everyone masturbates, fantasizes. Don’t they? I knew what I wanted, I just wanted it with one specific person.” Clearing my throat, my voice came out husky as I murmured, “If I came on too strong or you felt I was aggressive, I apologize. I’ve waited a long time to join with the male I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. I got… excited.”
“I’m sorry,” Gren said hoarsely, swallowing thickly, “I’m still stuck on the idea of you masturbating.” Closing his eyes, he let his head drop forward, hanging there as he took a few deep breaths, the sound of bacon sizzling in the pan for a backdrop. “I need a minute.” Where there’d been a blossom in his hair last night, he now sported a thick stripe of silvery white. I watched as it shifted from green, to slightly pink, then a lovely shade of purple. I knew what that specific shade meant. Even if he was worried about some other male, Greniv was happy, content. When he’d claimed he loved me, he’d meant it. The creature in my chest rejoiced.
“Is that really so hard to believe?” Leaning over the counter, my arms folded, bracing me, I caught one whiff of his scent and had to lean away. Yum. My mouth nearly watered. MINE.
When his head lifted, his eyes were glowing with more than the Marsh in them. “No. Actually, I think it’s really hot, thinking about you touching yourself.” His eyes narrowed and that silly smile on his face widened. “It makes me want to chase you down and drag you off to my lair-”
“Your lair?” I spluttered on a laugh.
Eyeing me, he pulled back, stood, and reached over to turn off the stove. “My lair, tease you and kiss you, watch you touch yourself, show me just how you like to be touched, until you-”
“What are you doing?” Slipping off the bar stool, watching as he slowly made his way around the counter, headed right for me, I found myself slowly backing away.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” His eyebrows arched as a giggle escaped me, unbidden, and I scrambled toward the long couch, putting it between us. “My darling dearest, my flower, wherever are you going?”
He said this so sweetly, with such conviction, the enormous pole tenting his sleep pants leading the way, and I was laughing so hard at his antics, I knew I would easily trip up and he’d catch me.
“You’ve gone mad,” I got out between raucous snort-laughs, dodging him when he lunged, to rush around the other side of the couch as he nearly tipped over it.
“Mad for my woman of the Marsh, perhaps,” he said as he righted himself.
My error was in thinking he would rush around the small sofa, not leap clean over it and catch me at the table.
“You eat on this thing,” I pointed out as he pinned me down, his long arms on either side of my head caging me in, leaning over me so I had to lean back or allow my face to be mashed into his neck and collarbone. My legs were sprawled from where he’d caught me, crouched and ready to dart away. This made it all the easier for him to wedge his hips in between my thighs.
“I’ll eat you,” he rumbled low. I felt caught in his gaze, his hard length pressing against me intimately. I could feel the heat of him even through our layers. Shuffling so we were eye to eye, his head dipped and he began nibbling his way down the side of my jaw. “I believe you said something about touching yourself, my flower?”
I shivered in his hold, trembling from head to toe. I was so worked up and ready to go, I was shaking with need. I wanted him so badly it hurt. “Next time,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers burying in the hair at his nape, turning my face to pepper kisses down the column of his throat. One of his hands went to my waist, slipping beneath the band of the stretch pants I was wearing to cup my ass. His hips thrust, once, twice, until I was squirming to have him inside me. “Next time, please,” I promised.
When he pulled back and stood, I flopped back against the table. I wanted to let out a groan, and realized I may actually have as he grinned, gripping the band of my pants, and began to jerk them down. Once he had me free of them, he shucked his own pants and stepped closer. His cock was rock hard and long, bobbing against his belly, nearly smacking his belly button and the happy trail that led up to it.
Taking himself in hand, stroking his length as I watched, he urged me to lift my legs, wedging himself right where he’d like to be. “What do you want, darling? Tell me.”
“I want you.” My face flushed with his silly sexy talk, but I liked it.
“You do?”
When I nodded, he grinned.
“Where? Where would you like me? Where do you need me, Aster?” A pearl of cream beaded at the tip as he jacked himself off and I watched.
A sense of urgency filled me, at the idea of him finishing without me. “I want you to pin me down, put your cock in my pussy, and fuck me until we both can’t think straight. I want all of you, every last inch. I want you to want me as badly as I want you. I want the idea of being separated from me to feel like the agony I felt whenever you weren’t near. I- I want to love you.”
Before I could ramble on and make a bigger ass of myself, Gren was there, gathering me to him, hooking my leg over his arm, holding me open to him, to press that monster he calls a dick inside of me and press home.
A growl of a groan left him as he slid deep. My hips bucked, my channel clenched instantly, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
