The buzzing in my ears was so great, I missed the door opening.
Thyra stands in the doorway, the blanket wrapped around her shoulder, her braid in disarray, her lips bruised from my crushing kisses. Because kissher, I did.
She takes in my body and all my blatant arousal but doesn’t miss a step.
With her breathing calm and her movements languid, she closes the distance between us, allowing the blanket to fall to the floor, leaving herself naked as she kneels in front of me.
“Thyra—”
“Hush,” she whispers, her lips brushing the end of my cock, the contact making my jaw clench with a desire I no longer control. “Let me give this to you.”
She takes me in as far as she can, her mouth warm, her tongue stroking carefully. Easing and soothing…and tormenting.
My hands twitch, but I clamp down on my impulses, stopping myself from wrapping my hand around the back of her head, resisting the urge to pull her close or to dictate her rhythm.
My body has held on for hours and I expect her to have to work hard.
But…Fuck.
She slides me out of her mouth to my tip, then back in again. Her hands wrap around my hips, she moans against my cock, and the sound of her needy groan?—
My world ignites.
I fight to stay standing while my body feels like it’s breaking, the release tearing through my sanity, ripping apart every logical thought in my mind and replacing it all withher.
She drinks me down, watching me from beneath her eyelashes, humming softly around me as I tremble through the aftermath, her voice giving me an anchor, bringing me back to myself.
Back to a reality that for the first time in a long time is…good.
I shiver when her mouth leaves me, but she remainstouching me, planting kisses along my lower stomach, her hands still gripping my hips.
From there, she tilts her head, as if she were now the one listening to the beats of my pounding heart.
I cup her chin in my hand, then reach for her hands, pulling her back to her feet. Scooping up the blanket and drawing it over her shoulders, I tug it closed around her before I tell her, quietly, “Stay warm. I’ll get you some water.”
I didn’t plan this out and I’m lucky there’s a cup by the sink. Filling it, I bring it back to her.
In reaching for the cup, the blanket slips off her shoulders again, but she doesn’t make any move retrieve it.
She swallows the entire glass and then steps back into my arms, completely naked.
“Come back to bed.” She tips her head to see me, her eyes searching mine. “Fuck me without holding back.”
There’s a question in her voice.
It would be easy to sayyes.
Slowly, wordlessly, I shake my head.
She rests her chin to my chest. “I guess you’re right. That would be reckless.”
Scooping up the blanket, I wrap it around her once more, lift her into my arms, and carry her back to the bed, where I lay her down.
For the briefest moment, I consider the door, where I would normally stand and keep watch.
Turning away from it, I lie down behind her and pull her close, spooning her.
Her breathing tells me she’s close to sleep, but I have to speak aloud the truth she already knows.
