He pulled me back by my hair to kiss me again, working on my belt buckle. “And you? What do you want?”
“To taste you.”
He abandoned my belt buckle to undo his own and lifted his arse so I could pull his trousers down. “My hips are too banjaxed to do this standing.”
“Bedroom?” I asked.
He got off the counter, shimmied the rest of the way out of his trousers and briefs so they pooled around his ankles, then turned and opened the cupboard to retrieve a glass instead.
“Torturing me for a glass of water?”
“It’s important to stay hydrated.”
I had a moment to admire him while he poured from the tap. His dress shirt still hung on by a single button, its hem hitched up on one hip, falling over the other, exposing only one curved cheek. He stood with one foot arched, his weight on the other, all long legs under the bottom of that shirt. He looked like a half-opened birthday present.
He caught me staring and looked almost shy. “Well? Are you coming?”
“God, I hope so.”
He bit his lip and offered me a sip from the glass. He tipped it to my lips before taking a gulp of his own, then headed for the bedroom.
Lunaris had lit it with candles and a softly glowing lamp. Rose petals were scattered underfoot. Kessian looked even more shy when he turned and lay down on the bed.
He propped himself up on his elbows, one knee bent, shirt open in a wide V. I grabbed some pillows from the bed and tossed them on the floor.
He pulled his plait over his shoulder, untying and combing his fingers through it. “Are you setting up a picnic?”
I grinned. “Yeah.”
He cocked his knees apart. I grabbed both ankles, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and kissed a line up his thigh to the place where his body hair got thicker. His breath caught.
“I’ve never done it like this before,” I said.
“It’s easy. Lick me like an ice cream, suck me like you’d want to be sucked, and finger me when I’m getting close.”
I planned on teasing him just a little more than that, but truly appreciated the direction. I tasted sweat as I licked up the crease of one thigh, then the other. His hips flexed, a frustrated breath escaping between clenched teeth.
“Tal.”
We were pretending, but if the world wasn’t ending, I would have drawn things out so much longer. Still, I said, “Beg.”
He groaned, opening his legs wider.“Please.”
I’d have asked for more detail if the husky way he said it didn’t send a jolt of pleasure southward. I held his thighs apart, nuzzled into his thatch of pubic hair, and licked a long stripe over his pussy.
He flopped back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh as I tongued into him, sweat and musk and his peculiar wild magic invading my senses. I put my arms around him, thumbing the trail of hair from navel to sex while swirling my tongue over his cock and sucking it into my mouth. He thrust shallowly into the suction, making a low keening noise in his throat. I didn’t think of the looming deadline, or how the nomenclature of the word “deadline” made my heart speed, or of the way Kessian desperately ground against my mouth like he wanted to expedite the finale so we could, perhaps, have enough time to go again.
We were pretending. I didn’t think of those things.
I sucked him down, let him rut against my mouth with his fists in my hair, and I teased him with the tips of my fingers just inside him, never past the first knuckle, never enough to make him feel full. He rocked and tried to take more, and when that didn’t work he shouted, “Tal, will you please just fuck me already!”
I sank two fingers in to the knuckle and he cried out, “Curl them. Yes, just like tha—”
His thighs closed around my head as he came. I tried to ease him through it with slow ministrations of my fingers and tongue, but the pleasure must have been sharp as a knife, because he begged me to stop. I did, pulling off him and wiping my mouth with the back of my arm.
He looked down at me, panting and pink-cheeked, eyes hooded and dark. His thighs were red from the scrape of my stubble.
I gulped. “How much longer until you can go again?”
