Page 38 of Drawn into Oblivion

“Should I kiss you again?” he asked. She nodded weakly. “Where should I kiss you, sweet girl?” He looked at her mouth. “There? Or here?” He pinched the stiff peak of her breast, drawing a sharp sigh from her.

“My…” she began, and he bit his lip at how easily flustered she was. “My breasts.”

He licked his lips in anticipation. “And where do you want my hands?”

She brought her arm back and hid her red cheeks behind it. “Anywhere.”

“Really? Nowhere specific?” he teased, pulling away.

She frowned adorably. “The changing room.”

He sat up and grabbed the nearest cushion. “You want me to put my hands in the changing room?”

“You know what I mean,” she said with a whine. “Where they were when we were in the changing room.”

“I put my hands many places in there,” he said, sliding the cushion beneath her head. He wanted her to be able to watch. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She made a small, desperate sound as she lifted her knees. The sides of her dress slipped off her legs as she planted her feet, and she parted her thighs slightly.

“Down here,” she said in a small voice.

He gave her a roguish grin and resisted the urge to stare at the place where he most wanted to be. “Of course, sweet girl.” They shared one more kiss, and then he slid down her body, pressing himself against her side.

Mai watched, mesmerized, as he palmed her breast. His long hair brushed her feverish skin. She felt the wash of his warm breath a second before her nipple disappeared between his lips, and cried out as hot, wet suction pulled on more than just her breast. Her stomach jumped. Her back arched, pushing her flesh deeper into his mouth.

She slid her hand to the back of his head. She could hardly breathe. His fingers trailed down her stomach. She wanted his touch so much she widened her legs as he dipped his hand between them.

“Yes,” she whimpered. She said it again, louder and higher. He was rapidly flicking her nipple with his tongue, sucking hard, and gently stroking her clit with his finger. Divine One have mercy, she was going to turn into steam.

She couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t look away, not even to concentrate on how good he was making her feel. By angling her neck, she got a view of his tender attentions that was more erotic than anything she’d ever imagined and anything she’d ever seen, including what she’d spied upon through the changing-room door. She watched the subtle movements of his cheeks and felt the swipe of his tongue. She watched his wrist flex and felt the swirl of his finger.

By the gods, intimacy was so different when in the thick of it and not watching, when feeling and not imagining. But heat and tension was already gathering, and she wanted so much more before it broke.

“Please, Rosuke, I…” He lifted his head, and she shut her eyes before she could see his face. “I want to see you down there. I want to feel your mouth there.”

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. Look at me.”

She bit her lip and did so. His forehead was tight as he slid the fingers he’d used into his mouth, and it furrowed as he slowly closed his eyes. Divine One have mercy, he was tasting her. She gave a soft, startled sigh that was drowned out by his hum of delight. He lifted his lids, and she could hardly meet his stormy gaze as he drew his wet fingers from his mouth, sat up, and captured her left hand.

He kissed the inside of her wrist and then guided her hand to her breasts. “Keep this here,” he said, low. “I want your nipples to stay hard.” She nodded shyly and pinched the tip of her breast. His eyes darkened as he watched her, and he slowly crawled over her, forcing her to lower her legs. “Do you touch yourself when you’re alone, Mai?” He leaned down and kissed her collarbone.

She moaned and shivered. “I… I’ve tried.”

“No success?” He brushed his lips down her sternum. His hair tickled.

“Yes. No. Well, I do feel something nice, but…”

“But?”

“It wasn’t like this.”

“Hmm.” He left a curving chain of kisses down her abdomen, and a shiver hardened her nipples. Flicking them felt so good. “What would you think about?”

“Just how it felt,” she said.

“You never thought of someone in particular?” He diverted to her hip and gave it a warm kiss, then again below her navel.

“Lately, yes,” she said. “Not before.” He was over her legs, only a breath away from her sex, and she was convinced she’d melt into a puddle.