I feel like my whole body had an orgasm. Is that a thing? I’m going to google it. There must be publications on systemic neurological responses. Maybe even an archive I can access?
“Let’s get you a towel,” Caspian says softly.
That’s when I notice red marks on his chest.
Four of them.
“Did I do that?” I ask, horrified. “Did I bite you? I didn’t—I didn’t realize.”
“Aren’t Labubus famous for their sharp teeth?” Caspian teases, reaching for a towel. “It’s okay, baby.”
He drapes the towel over my shoulders and touches one of the marks.
“It was actually very hot.”
My gaze drops from the bite marks to his erection.
I fling the towel aside like a superhero ready to save the day.
“You need to come too.”
He picks up the towel and puts it right back around me.
“I’ll survive.”
“This is not about survival,” I say, trying to sound like a seasoned seducer but ending up coughing. “This is about pleasure.”
I take him in my hand, and he groans.
I immediately let go, like I’d touched a live wire.
“I’m sorry! I grabbed you like you were a—like a handle.”
He laughs.
“I love the random things that come out of your mouth.”
“They’re called words.”
“I groaned, because it felt good.”
“Oh. In that case.”
I wrap my hand around him again, brushing my thumb over the tip where drops of precum glisten.
My mouth waters. I look at him.
“I want—can I?”
The words don’t make much sense but he understands.
“Yes, baby. You can.”
I get down on my knees.
I don’t mind the cold tiles, because the second I get him in my mouth, the world rights itself.
I let out a moan, and Caspian curses.
