Simon pushed his smalls down further and then stepped out of them completely and stood naked in front of her.
“Caillen?”
“Close your eyes and lie back on the bed.”
The corners of his mouth twitched, showcasing the dimple he rarely hid. “My pleasure, my lady.”
Simon pulled himself to the middle of the bed as she watched his muscles flex across his arms, shoulders and chest. The taut ripples of his abdomen flexed in a way she never imagined would be possible. Then he folded his arms behind his head and let out a sigh of masculine contentment.
The Whispers of the Tonwas correct. He was a god, and he was hers. All hers.
With him finally in position, she lifted her shift over her head and dropped it to the floor, allowing herself the freedom to experience this act of love between them without any barriers. She never would have guessed that the state of being unclothed in front of a man would feel so freeing.
Climbing onto the bed, she let her eyes travel the length of him. If she hadn’t seen him before, she would be shocked by how much larger he was when aroused, and yet his cock only seemed to grow as they got closer and closer to doing what she dreaded most, and wanted even more.
“I’m going to straddle your legs, but I promise I won’t put any weight on your body.”
Simon groaned and his cock twitched as if it had a mind of its own.
“Does it always do that?”
A sly grin crossed his face before he bit it back. “Does what always do what?”
“Are you attempting to lure me into talking dirty?”
He grew serious for a moment. “I would never trick you into doing anything you didn’t want to do.”
“You weren’t trying to make me ask why your cock was twitching?” It flexed as soon as she said the word and she smiled with contentment.
“I might corrupt you into being wicked,” he confessed. “But only if you wanted to be.”
She straddled his calves and watched his jaw tighten. “Am I hurting you?”
“In ways that are too good to be true.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m begging you not to stop.”
She bit back a small smile. “As you wish. I’m going to put my hands on you now.”
She ran her palms up his injured thigh, from his knee to his hip, being careful not to allow her hand to graze any part of his manhood. She began to massage his leg muscles and applied just enough pressure to release the top layer of tension as she moved her hands up and down his leg. Then, she made a fist with her hands and went up the center of his thigh, applying a bit more pressure as her knuckles traveled up and down his muscled thigh.
Simon groaned and, when she hesitated, he said, “Please, don’t stop. You are much better at that than I am.”
She did that several more times before moving to the side, bending over him, her hair snagging on his erection.
“Don’t you dare pull your hair free. I have fantasized about it being wrapped around my cock for months.”
“As you wish,” she said as his staff didn’t just twitch, but jumped within the tangles of her hair.
“You’re going to kill me if you say that one more time, darling. I will unman myself and that is the last thing I want to do.”
She grinned and pushed the weight of her forearm into his leg, traveling up his thigh and then back down a couple of times before switching to the exterior of his leg. Doing the same thing again with a bit more force.
Straddling his legs once more, she gazed up at him. It was then that she saw the bead of moisture on the head of his cock and something stirred inside her. It was as if that onedroplet awakened a desire to dominate him. She wanted to drive him wild with desire, with her holding the reins. Seizing the moment, she licked the tip just enough to experience the taste of his essence and feel the hard satin texture of his manhood, as his clean masculine scent made him impossible to resist. His muscles contracted, his stomach tightening as if the act had caused him immense pain.
“Fuck, Caillen.”
