His large hand molded around her, holding firm, rolling and squeezing until she was practically squirming beneath him. A whine escaped her as he kissed down her neck, to her chest. Keira couldn’t help herself as she wrapped her legs around him and began to roll her hips against his cock. Her head fell back against the hardwood with relief even as Caspian exhaled a shuddering sigh against her skin.
His gaze met hers, saturated with need.
“Keira,” he begged, closing his eyes as she ground against him again. “I can’t-” His words were almost indistinguishable through his panting breaths.
Keira stilled as understanding washed over her. She should have seen it sooner, he’d told her there hadn’t been anyone else. It just seemed so impossible that there hadn’t beenanyone else. At the time, she’d supposed he’d been talking about relationships of significance… but it was clear enough now. This was his first time. He was worried about lasting. Shame heated her skin as she realized she hadn’t been giving him an easy go of it.
“Hey,” Keira touched his cheek. “We’ll slow down, okay?”
Caspian took a moment to filter her words as she untangled her legs and settled them on the floor as best she could. His hand was still holding her wrist firm as he nodded.
“Why don’t you help me with my boots?” she whispered.
He nodded again almost drunkenly, his hands smoothing over her chest, her stomach as he sank to his knees before her. Other ideas filled her mind at the sight, but Keira pushed them away. She could teach him all about that another time. Tonightwas about connecting with him, making sure he felt loved and desired.
Keira tried to even out her breaths, resisting the overwhelming urge to touch herself under her leggings as she felt his hands running over her calves with far more attention than necessary to untie her boots.
Finally she felt the knee high boots slide off one after the other. Caspian’s hands splayed over her legs as she shifted herself to the edge of the table, her bare feet settling flat on the bearskin rug beneath. His touches had turned from frantic to slow and purposeful, but there was no hiding that he was every bit as erect as before. They were going to have to keep this slow if she didn’t want him to reach his peak before they’d each had their fill.
“Let’s go to the bed,” Keira whispered, removing the pins from her hair one by one.
Caspian watched her, entranced, until finally it was falling free, curling wildly in every direction.
Keira led the way until she was at the bedside. It was dimmer on this side of the room, the shadows flickering more erratically. She hadn’t truly appreciated how massive Caspian’s bed was until this moment. It really was the largest she’d ever seen.
Before she sat down, his arms encircled her, pulling her back into his embrace. His kiss was deep as he tasted her, his tongue lavishing her as she opened to him. Keira combed through his white hair, reaching out with her magic to slowly work her leggings down to her ankles, followed by her chest band. She stepped out of them easily, kicking them aside. Caspian hardly seemed to notice, that is until his hands trailed down her naked back to her equally exposed ass.
He pulled away in surprise, still cupping her in both hands. Keira grinned back with an utterly self satisfied smile. His eyeswidened, taking in the sight of her, completely bare before him, as if he’d never seen its equal.
“Your turn,” Keira breathed.
At her word, his belt buckle flicked open. She didn’t interfere any further, allowing him to drop his final layers in his own time. Once they were gone, it was her turn to marvel. The hard lines of muscle that ran through his body, broad chest and powerful thighs. So pale and striking, he looked like a god of winter. She watched the muscles of his forearm move as he took his exceptional cock in hand. Weakness came to her knees as he worked his grip slowly up the length.
Something in his eyes made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Lay down,” Keira said, trying to keep her wits about her before she jumped on him right then and there.
Caspian quirked a brow, but complied.
She got too brief a glimpse of his round ass, the perfect punctuation to the strong curve of his spine, before he laid down. His body splayed out over the massive mattress without an ounce of shame.
Keira steeled herself.Slowly. There would be plenty more nights for fast.
“Do you have oil?” Keira asked.
He nodded toward the bedside table. “In the drawer.”
Keira nodded and retrieved the bottle. His head angled up at her, watching as she crawled beside him. Slowly, she pulled out the stopper. Holding the oil over his towering cock, she allowed the liquid to pour, drops at a time until they were running down his length. Caspian was completely mesmerized by the process until Keira’s hand closed around the base. She worked her hand up, smoothing the oil over his length as she mimicked the gesture she’d seen him use just before.
Her efforts were rewarded with a hiss as his head sank back into the mattress. Gleeful desire coiled tight within her. Keira could feel the wetness between her legs, the excitement of seeing such a strong reaction from her slightest touch.
She allowed herself to explore him, moving more slowly over his length, gripping the base, running a thumb over the head. Both received responses, but… then another idea came to her. Keira drew nearer, bringing her hand up his shaft once more, but this time cupping his balls. The unexpected touch prompted him to arch off the bed with raised brows. That expression melted away as Keira reached the head and gave him a little squeeze. His eyes widened as Keira felt a few beads of precum mark her hand.
“Keira,” Caspian protested breathlessly as she ran her hand back down his length.
He went silent as she lowered, running her tongue over his slit and down the crown of his cock as her hand gripped the base in a tight pump.
Caspian bucked against her hold, groaning with deep seated desire.
