I open my mouth on a gasp and practically swallow his cock as I moan around him.
The vibrations of the sound around his length make him shudder in return.
With one fist closed around the base of him, and my aura squeezing him, I close my mouth over the head of his cock, licking the slit there as he shudders beneath me, and then stroke one finger up his length like I did in the beginning.
He thrusts violently into my mouth, and as inexorable as he was with me, so I am with him even as Zan drives me wild from behind—adding a second finger, as I struggle to keep my hipswide for him when I can feel himsomuch deeper at this angle, so full—
Trying to manage my breathing, I accidentally scrape my teeth over his tip.
And I’m going to remember this, because that does it, sending him thrusting into me as my mouth closes around him, drinking the taste of him pouring into me.
Then Zan adds a third finger and I moan around him again, but before I have time to revel in this new sensation he crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that spot, and I blast apart instantly. Zan holds my hips to him with one hand as I shudder over him and swallow the sweet taste of him and oh mygods, nothing in mylifehas prepared me for how good this is.
Finally I collapse over him, my head laying next to his cock as I wonder if I can keep licking him likeice cream, but somehow Zan finds the strength to gather me in his arms and drag my limp form back over him and as I lay my head against his chest and his rapidly beating heart, I am more than okay with this, too.
We didn’t even manage to take ourpantsoff!
“Oh my gods,” I whisper in disbelief. “Is it always like that?”
Zan’s delighted laughter shakes his whole body, and my smile, if possible, grows even bigger.
Idid that.
“It is definitely not always like that,” Zan says with amusement. “I’m given to understand that three orgasms, especially so close together, for a woman is not common, particularly for a first time.”
“Does that mean I’m especially good at being sexed, or you’re especially good at sexing?”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s call it a team effort. Are you satisfied that we’re compatible?”
“I never doubtedthat,” I tell him. “But, wow. Now I understand why the Order discouraged sages fromexperimenting, even on our own. They probably thought we’d become so entranced we wouldn’t be willing to focus on whatever they wanted us to anymore.” I pause. “And so validation from them would be our sole source of joy.”
“That is deeply fucked up,” Zan says after a moment, “but I suppose also validating, in a way.”
“Well, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to know that we’re compatible as I am, and to still want more?”
Ruefully Zan says, “AsIam too, Yora. And yes, I wanted you to be confident and... eager, rather than worried, but I also expected that we’d have to... work up to it. Neither of our bodies have done this before, not to mention processing all the sensations—I thought I’d have to get you used to stretching slowly, introduce our bodies to the idea ofdoing—”
“Consider me introduced,” I interrupt dryly, looking up at him.
His lips curve. “Indeed.”
We lie together there, just breathing and smiling.
I can’tbelievethis moron thought he was just going to vanish into the night on me when we could have been doing this.
Then again: I can scarcely believe that we just did this. That it ispossibleto be as happy as I am in this moment.
And after five hundred years... I imagine he couldn’t believe it, either.
I’m going to have to keep showing him, I think.
Just like I know that he will always be trying to support me in being myself, he needs to believe that I will always reach for him.
“Loath as I am to say this,” Zan finally says, “we should probably clean up.”
Mm. Now that he mentions it, my legs are feeling a little sticky.
Then my stomach rumbles.
