Page 48 of Straw and Gold
He had me there.
“I’ve just been thinking…”
He grunted in acknowledgement.
“About what you said that night you kissed me.”
“I’ve kissed you many nights.”
“The night you kissed me elsewhere.”
Silence filled the room and the space between us. Finally, he closed his eyes again, replying with a short, “What of it, Goldling?”
I was not so easily fooled by his calm indifference. I knew I was there, under his skin, and he’d all but admitted it before I learned to bestow my own kiss that night uponhim.
I stepped closer, my bare feet padding softly across the wood floor. On bended knees, I lowered myself to the edge of the tub, placing my hand on his arm, waiting for him to open his eyes and see from my face what I was telling him.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet mine and I continued. “You said that night that there was more pleasure to discover.” I slid my fingers down his arm, folding my hand in his. “I am here to learn.”
He squeezed my fingers. “And if I no longer wish to teach you?”
I shook my head in a grin. “Do you think I do not see it?”
His jaw tightened and he took his hand away.
I continued anyway, pulling at the tie around my waist. “Do you think you hide your desire from me, husband?” I slid the soft silk off my shoulders, revealing the same crimson nightgown draped across my body. “Do you believe your feigned indifference fools me?” I traced the side of his face. “It’s these eyes, Killian. I see the fire in them when you look at me. When you watch me. When you dream of tasting me again. When you touch yourself imagining my lips replacing your hand.”
He caught my fingers, staring hard, that fire lighting once again. He searched my face and I refused to falter—ensuring he saw exactly what I needed him to see. “Get in,” he finally grumbled.
I moved swiftly, eager to prove I was right and this wasn’t all in my head. I slipped out of my nightgown and stepped into the water, lowering myself slowly in the piercing heat. The tub was enormous but between his frame and my wings, little room was left to spare.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Put your back to me. Right here,” he patted his chest and Goddessdamn me, I wanted to press myself to it.
But I did as he said, relaxing my shoulders before his hands grabbed my waist and he slid me closer, pressing me against his hard length and settling me between his legs. “Lean back.”
I adjusted my wings, folding them around my arms to lay flush against his chest. His hands lifted to my shoulders, pushing into my stiff muscles and driving a moan from my lips at the sweet release of tension.
“Let’s begin, Moh Dhóches.” His hands drew lower across my chest, over my peaked nipples and down my belly. “Did you find release when you lay with Brekkan Dioltry?”
“It was almost ten years ago,” I began, then inhaled sharply as his fingers reached my inner thighs.
“I didn’t ask how long ago. I asked if his cock made you cum.”
I bit the inside of my lip before answering. “No.”
“And since then, have you found pleasure here?” A finger dipped inside of me, slowly and smoothly.
“Not…not really.” It was true, even then with my gorgeous husband’s cock pressing into my back and hand smoothing over my clit, I felt no change in pleasure with his finger inside me.
“I’d like to try something, Morella, if you trust me.”
He withdrew his finger, returning to circle around my clit.
“I trust you,” I whispered.
“If you find it uncomfortable?—”
“I’ll tell you to stop,” I finished. “I understand.”
