She rested her fingertips lightly on his head, tentative. She’d never touched his hair in all the years she’d known him. That would have been too intimate a gesture.
His tongue is doing something way more intimate.
“You don’t have to be gentle. Pull my hair. Show me what you like.” His words were muffled against her body, the puffs of air from his breath hitting her in a spot that made her body shake.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
His dark gaze met hers. He turned his head and nibbled at her inner thigh, making her stomach clench. “I don’t mind that kind of hurt.”
Her thighs clenched and she tunneled her fingers through his hair with more confidence, gripping the coarse strands, subtly urging his mouth back where she wanted it. She used her hands to direct his motions, but she was gentle, up until he pushed his fingers inside of her, so deep she arched up. She did pull then, and clutched him closer when he slipped his slick fingers in and out, moving together with his tongue.
She looked down her body, at his dark head between her legs, the moonlight gilding his hair silver. His eyes were closed, his brow creased, and the sight of all that concentration directed at her shoved her right over the edge. The spring of tension inside her snapped, and the pleasure washed over her. She bit her lip, savoring every sensation.
She let out a deep, breathy sigh and tugged at his hair. He nuzzled her one last time and lifted his head. “Did you come?”
Shy now, she nodded.
He smiled, and shifted so he could lie beside her. “You’re quiet. I couldn’t tell.”
“I guess I am. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Everyone’s different.”
She placed her hand on his chest, marveling anew that she was touching him like this. Touching him at all. “Your tongue should win an award.”
He barked out a laugh. She slid her hand down, but he caught it before she could get to his jeans. “I, uh... I’m good.”
“What?”
“I don’t have any condoms. I’m guessing you don’t either.”
Condoms.Damn it. “No, I do not.” She pulled her wrist out of his grip and unbuttoned his jeans. “We can do other things. As you’ve proven.”
His breathing grew heavy, then heavier when she found his shaft. He helped her free him, raising his hips to kick his jeans and boxers off.
Katrina rested her forehead against his and played withhim. She wished there was more light, so she could see every detail of what she was doing, but she could follow the cues his sighs gave. She stroked him in long, slow pulls. Their breath mingled, and when his accelerated, she sped up her fist, too.
He was not quiet. He gave a deep moan as he came, and pressed his forehead tighter against hers.
“Good?” she asked.
“Amazing.”
She’d thought so, but it was nice to have confirmation.
They lay there for a while, and then Jas stirred, helping her up. “Will you sleep in here?” he asked.
Her heart melted. “Yes.”
They tidied up and then climbed into bed, both of them still naked. At some point, she’d want to examine his body in greater detail, but that could wait for now.
He pulled her close, so her head lay on his shoulder. Thoughts tried to nibble on the edges of her consciousness. The two of them needed to talk. It was very important they talk, actually. About what this meant.
If it means anything.
Katrina brushed that cynical voice away. It had to mean something. He said he wanted her.
He also told his brother you were just a client. Which one is true?
