Page 58 of Master
“Of course, you do.” I quipped, fighting a smile. So did I… save the turgid part. I hated that word.
“Can you teach me?” Tarook’s golden eyes sparkled.
“I can teach you,” I sighed, swooning a bit at the possibilities. He wasn’t talking about a simple kiss… and neither was I.
“For a kiss like that, we’ll need to adjust our positioning a bit,” I said as scientifically as possible while I straddled his knees and sank onto the rock-hard thighs.
“Interesting,” Tarook said in an almost clinical tone, his hands resting on my hips.
“Let me know if you get grossed out,” I teased, laying my hands on his chest. His heart thudded with the same heavy excitement as mine.
“And if I don’t get grossed out,” Tarook murmured, his warm, spicy breath fanning over my cheeks as I moved closer.
My answer was to press my mouth to his. I started softly, playfully nibbling and kissing, taking my time to explore and play. Under my kiss, I felt Tarook’s lips curve as his fingers moved from my hips to bury in the hair at the nape of my neck. My tongue made a tentative foray along the line of his bottom lip, a simple touch, but it seemed to open the floodgates.
With a low groan, Tarook deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine with slow, sensual strokes that made my clit throb.
My fingertips found the bun at the nape of his neck and with a twist of my fingers, I’d pulled the thick dark chestnut hair free of its binding. The silky locks fell over his shoulder, just begging for my touch. I scooted closer, rubbing myself on his bulging hardness. His hips shifted to accommodate my ministrations as his tongue stroked deep inside my mouth, hungry and hot. Yet he made no other move to touch me.
I didn’t understand.
The intensity of his longing was palpable in the way he gazed at me, in the passionate urgency of his kiss. His body pressed against mine, a solid and unyielding heat that ignited a fierce want within me. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, yearning to be consumed by him. Our kiss was a force of nature and I trembled from the force of it, linking my arms around his neck to steady myself.
“Tarook?” I whimpered in question.
“I vowed,” He growled against my lips.
Vowed?
Oh shit!
That stupid vow he made not to touch me unless I asked. I guess rubbing myself against his cock wasn’t plain enough.
I dragged my lips from his, capturing his face between my palms and staring deeply into those golden eyes. I wanted no misunderstanding.
“Touch me, Tarook… everywhere.”
He smiled, his fingers beginning to trace a slow path down my body. I felt the familiar rush of wetness between my thighs. Despite knowing that he had the ability to make me lose control, I relished the feeling. And as his hardness pressed against me, I realized that I now held just as much power over him. The electric connection between us felt almost holy, like more than just physical attraction...it was something deeper and all-consuming.
His hands reached my waist, and he lifted me, rising from the chair in one fluid motion. I linked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, losing myself in another deep kiss as he carried me toward the cot.
He laid me on the blankets, pulling away to stand and look down at me momentarily.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” The deepening gold in his eyes… it was the same way he gazed at me on the Hartouk Lenaii as he fucked me. I’d never felt so beautiful… or so desired.
I raised my arms to him. “Come here.” Just saying the words, just verbalizing my desire, scorched my every pore.
Tarook shook his head, a sly smile on his full lips. “You have way too many clothes on.”
My hands went to the hem of my shirt. “I can remedy that.”
“No.” Tarook stilled my hand, sitting on the narrow mattress beside me. “Allow me. It will be like unwrapping a gift.”
Sweet and incredibly sexy.
His fingertips found the hem of my shirt as his lips found mine again, hungry and demanding.
Damn, he's a quick learner. If I were grading his progress, he'd get an A+ with extra credit.
