He pulled up her shirt and ran a calloused hand down her waist and over her belly, dragging his fingers lower to her mound. “Is this what you want?”
She stilled as his hot fingers slid through her tight curls, and she realized she was holding her breath, waiting for him. And that he was waiting for her.
“Yes.” Her voice was soft and breathless. “That’s almost….”
His mouth came down on her neck, sucking and teasing the tender flesh below her ear, and she heard herself whimper as, finally, he parted her folds and found her clit.
His fingers dipped inside her and then returned, carrying her wetness, to glide down the sides of her clit as he kissed the back of her neck, never easing the relentless circle around the throbbing collection of nerves as she arched desperately.
“Val. Please.” She could hear herself panting as he murmured how much he loved her, his fingers gliding and circling, sliding over and around as her hips flexed, chasing the delicious pleasure he was wringing from her body.
She spread her legs further, opening herself, and a big finger penetrated her, sliding a tantalizing circle at her entrance before withdrawing and returning to her clit.
He rolled her slightly, freeing his other hand to close over her breast and find her nipple, teasing and tugging.
Another circle, another aching glide. His fingers plucking her nipple sending shafts of erotic pleasure through her body while his teeth tugged at her earlobe.
She pushed down onto his hand, desperate, and he responded by running his teeth down the back of her neck and biting softly, while his fingers never stopped circling and gliding and tugging, until she was mindless with need and heat and building pleasure.
Then he pinched her nipple, hard, at the exact moment that he pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb firm against her clit.
Her body spasmed and she flew apart on a choking gasp, quivering against his hand, her body entirely circled by his arms as he held her through her orgasm. Surrounded by him so completely that it felt like there was nothing else in the universe except them.
She was filled with light and joy and sated warmth. As if he had shattered her into tiny pieces and then put her back together, better than ever before.
It was glorious, but not enough. She pushed back against his tantalizing hardness, rubbing against him, wanting him inside her. Wanting to finish what they’d started. But he gripped her hip, holding her still.
He pressed a hot kiss to the back of her neck. “Gods, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”
She chuckled, still breathless and flushed, and then reached behind her, running her hand up his thigh until she found his heavy cock, and stroked him through his breeches as he shuddered.
He shifted back and moved to lift her hand away, but she rolled over to face him and kissed him, distracting him with her lips and tongue as she opened the front placket of his breeches and slid her hand inside. His skin felt like heated velvet, smooth and firm and glorious, and she wanted to touch him. Craved it. “Please, Val.”
He shuddered again, flopping onto his back, his hand resting over hers.
“Show me. Please.” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care. She wanted to give him what he had given her.
He watched her for a moment, blue eyes almost completely overtaken by flecks of liquid mercury. And then he dipped his chin as his lids lowered.
He moved her hand slowly down and then back up again, picking up the seeping pre-come and then spreading it in a long glide back down as he moaned softly, helping her to tighten her grip.
She moved over him, pressing slow kisses over the tangle of rough hair on his chest and along his jaw, all while following the movement he had taught her. Watching him. Learning what he liked from the way his breath hitched and his free hand clenched the blankets.
He let go of her hand, allowing her to take control, and slid his fingers through her hair, bringing her mouth to his in fiery kisses.
Their tongues danced in the rhythm of her sweeping glides as they both panted, sharing the same air, his muscles quivering beneath her, until his hips lifted and he pumped hard into her hand.
They gasped for breath together as he thrust against her belly, the tendons in his neck stretched tight as he groaned and then came in long spurts.
She snuggled under his arm, and they lay together in a tangle of sticky, salty skin as he slowly came back down, his breathing slowing as his body relaxed beneath her.
Rain pattered softly on the canvas above them, the gentle rhythm forming a soothing backdrop to the steady beat of Val’s heart against her ear, and she could almost imagine that they were somewhere far away from Brythoria, safe and warm listening to the rain in their own home.
She could have lain there for hours, but Tristan started yelling for everyone to fall in, and Alanna knew that he would simply walk into the tent and haul them up if they didn’t get out there soon. She pressed a kiss to Val’s chest and then sat up beside him with a sigh.
Val pulled a corner of their blanket over to wipe her clean and then tugged her shirt back down, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with a rueful look. “I wish I had some warm water for you. Hopefully we can get everything cleaned at the temple.”
She grinned at him over her shoulder as she started pulling her hair into a simple braid. She didn’t mind, so long as they were together.
