Her cheeks flushed darker, but she managed a smirk. “Flattery is an excellent strategic tool. But I believe you mentioned something about showing me how much I meant to you?”
“Wise idea. Less talking, more demonstrating.” I settled between her legs, my hands on her thighs, gently encouraging them wider. She was already wet, and the sight made my mouth water and my heart pound. I kissed the crease where her thigh met her body, deliberately avoiding where I knew she wanted me most. Then I blew a soft breath across her center, watching a shiver rip through her body.
“You’re evil,” she said.
I laughed, the sound coming out rough with want. “You’re giving me too much credit. I just like watching you squirm.” But I couldn’t tease forever. I wanted this too much. Instead of going straight in like she probably expected, I traced the outline of her with just my fingertip. Light, exploratory, learning her shape like I was studying a new magical pattern. She twitched, a small whine escaping her throat that made me smile.
Then I followed the same path with my tongue, but notin straight lines. I drew spirals, starting at the outside and working inward in slow circles, never quite touching her clit. Teasing the edges, tasting her, feeling her responses.
“Dominic…” My name came out shaky. “That’s… That’s not standard technique.”
“Standard is boring.” I looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and found the connection that went deeper than only physical. I was showing her how I felt in the only way I knew how. “I thought you’d appreciate creative problem-solving.”
“I do. I really, really do. But if you don’t—” She cut off with a gasp as I pressed a kiss right at her entrance, then used my tongue to part her gently.
I took my time, exploring with long, slow strokes of my tongue, alternating between broad flat licks and more pointed flicks. Not rushing toward any goal, just learning what made her breath catch, what made her hips shift.
Her head fell back, a moan pulling from deep in her chest. “Fates, that’s… I wasn’t expecting…”
I pulled back enough to speak, my breath ghosting across wet skin. “Good unexpected or bad unexpected?”
“Good. Definitely good. Stop talking and keep going.” Her hand found my hair, her fingers tangling and guiding me back.
I rumbled my agreement against her, the vibration making her gasp and her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Then I tried something different, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin around her clit, like I was trying to coax a reluctant flower to bloom. She bucked, her hips lifting off the bed, and I had to pin her down with my forearm across her hips.
“Easy,” I said against her skin. “I’m going to give you everything you need.” I had her in every way that mattered.This wasn’t just about making her feel good, though that was definitely a priority. This was me trying to show her without words how completely she’d captured me.
I went back to tracing patterns with my tongue, this time more deliberate. Runes, almost, or the shapes mages draw when casting. Swirls and lines and curves that built tension without release. I cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers in time with the movements of my mouth.
She was writhing now, her breathing coming in short pants. One hand twisted in the sheets while the other stayed buried in my hair. “Dominic, please. You’re absolutely killing me here.”
“Killing you sweetly, I hope.” I laughed against her, earning another moan, before I finally focused on her clit, though not the way she probably expected. I circled it with just the tip of my tongue, feather-light, then flattened my tongue for broader strokes. I alternated the pressure, the speed, and the pattern. Circle, press, flick. Circle, press, flick. Like conducting magic, building power with each repetition.
Her legs were shaking now, trembling on either side of my face. “That’s—oh fates, that’s—Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I was lost in this, in her, in the way she responded to every touch. Love swelled in my chest until it felt like I was going to burst with it.
I added my fingers, sliding one inside her slowly while my mouth stayed focused on her clit. She was tight and wet and felt perfect around me. I found the spot that would drive her wild. Her whole body jerked.
“Yes! Right there, Dominic, right—” Her words dissolved into incoherent sounds.
I kept the rhythm steady, fingers stroking inside her while my tongue teased her clit in that same pattern. Circle, press, flick. My other hand alternated between her breast and her hip, grounding her, claiming her, pouring everything I felt into my touch because words were inadequate at a time like this.
I could feel her climbing toward the edge, her inner walls starting to flutter around my finger. Her breathing came shorter, more desperate. Her hand in my hair tightened to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. I kept the rhythm exactly the same, giving her what she needed.
“Dominic, I’m—I’m going to?—”
“Let go,” I murmured against her. “I’m here with you. Let go for me.”
She shattered. Her whole body went rigid for a heartbeat before waves of pleasure crashed through her. She clenched around my fingers while I gentled my tongue, drawing out her orgasm with softer, slower movements. She cried out my name, and that was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I eased her through it, bringing her down gradually, replacing my tongue with soft kisses as she came back to herself. When her breathing finally started to even out and her grip on my hair loosened and her legs stopped trembling, I kissed my way back up her body. I took my time, pressing my lips to her hip, her belly, between her breasts, her collarbone, and her jaw.
When I reached her mouth, she kissed me back. Her arms came around my neck, pulling me down until I was covering her again. She made a satisfied sound low in her throat.
“So,” I said when we finally broke apart, “how was the preliminary survey? Did I miss any important details?”
She laughed, the sound still breathless. “I think you were extremely thorough. Though I may need to review your findings for accuracy.”
