Page 28 of Company of Thieves
“Oh, I glanced,” I admitted. “But you know, there’s only so much to be seen in the genital area. Once you’ve had a gander for general size, shape, and color assessment, there are so many other areas worthy of time.”
“Interesting,” he said, his eyes going to my chest again. “Would you consider me crass if I asked to have my turn touching you now?”
I thought about that for a bit. “I suppose not, although it seems awfully clinical to stand there and let you touch my butt.”
He smiled, a wicked smile, one that touched his eyes, making them shimmer with desire. “This will be anything but clinical, my dove.”
“Reeally,” I drawled, my body seeming to come alive just with the intent in his voice.
He stood up, pulling off first his tunic, allowing me to admire all those delicious muscles of his chest and arms and belly. His chest hair was fluffy again, indicating that he, too, had a bath. “Just so you know,” I told him when he pulled the drawstring on the soft pants, allowing them to slide down his legs to the ground, “I don’t normally go to bed with someone I just met.”
“I am of the same mind,” he said, pulling back the sheet. “I prefer to know the women with whom I have an intimate knowledge.”
“And yet here you are,” I pointed out, dragging my eyes from his chest to admire his thighs when he knelt with my ankles between his knees. “Wow, you have really nice legs. I noticed them before, and wholly approved of them, but now that I see them up close and personal, I can say that they are very, very nice legs. I’m going to want to touch them, Alan.”
“Oh, no,” he said, pulling one of my legs out from between his. He bent down and kissed a spot just behind my anklebone. “This is my turn. You don’t get to touch me until I’m done with you. And you, my fair little dove, are unique amongst women.”
“That is so sweet,” I said, shivering a little when he kissed his way up one calf. “Oh, and just so you know, oral sex is off the table.”
He paused while snaking his tongue in the crease behind my knee, his eyebrows up. “It is?”
“Yes.” I waved at my pubic mound. “For me, that is. I have no problem doing it to you, though. I know a lot of women think of it as kind of a necessary evil, but I, personally, like being able to give pleasure. It’s kind of a power trip, you know.”
“I do know, which is why I like to reciprocate.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t enjoy it at all. My therapist says it all stems from the bad self-image I had as a teen. I don’t recall anything about my girl bits being traumatized, but my therapist was very good, and she got to me to realize just what a dickwad my ex-husband was being, so she’s probably right.”
He pulled my other leg out so that he was kneeling between them. “I will not ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do, but I would like, at some point, the opportunity to show you that there is pleasure to be had in both giving and receiving.”
“Maybe,” I said, shivering again when he kissed my other ankle, and started working his way up to that knee. A slow burn started in my deep, secret parts, a burn that was spreading outward, filling first my belly, then my limbs with a strange sensation that made me feel both languid and restless at the same time. “I do like this. This is nice. You can just do this without going all the way up to my personal parts. With your mouth, that is. I’m totally go for you visiting with your own personal bits.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, pulling my knee over his shoulder. “I’m so glad you approve. Do you mind if I touch you in your ... er ... personal parts?”
“No mouth?” I asked suspiciously.
“No mouth,” he agreed.
“All right, but I’ll be watching you.”
He grinned, then continued to nibble his way up first one thigh, then the other. “I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else. Do you like this?” He rubbed his cheeks on my inner thighs. He had a little stubble on his cheeks and jaw, which meant that what were once perfectly mundane thighs were now a highly erogenous zone.
“Oh, holy handbells, yes!” I squirmed at the feeling of his mouth and stubble, the warmth in my female parts growing hotter until my muscles cramped wanting him in their depths.
“Good. I like it, too. You are so soft, so smooth and tempting. I can use my tongue here, yes?” he asked, just before he licked my inner thigh. I tensed a little when he got close to ground zero, but he stopped, and moved over to the other leg. “And you smell like spices and flowers.”
“That’s the sachets your sister put in her clothes chests. I found one in the sheets, too.” I slid a quick glance to his groin, and saw that he was aroused and ready for action. “I don’t suppose you’re go for the main course now?”
“Why rush when there are so many delicious appetizers to partake of?” he murmured against the crease of my thigh, kissing it before moving up to my hip.
“Well, I just thought you might—Alan!” I squirmed when he bit my hip at the same time his fingers visited some very sensitive flesh, his thumb rubbing a little circle, while the rest of his fingers danced.
“Like that, do you?” he asked, smugness rich in his voice.
I pointed a finger at him. “I will exact my revenge, just you see if I don’t. Oh, goddess, yes, please do that again. No, not with your thumb, the other thing. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” I clutched the sheets with both hands, my legs tensing up as my body raced toward an orgasm.
Alan must have sensed I was very close to the edge, because he withdrew his fingers from the magic they were stirring in my depths, and spread his hands across my belly.
“Your hips,” he murmured, kissing my belly before licking a path over to my other hip, which he nipped. “Your hips entrance me. They weave a spell around me—they beckon me like no other hips have. They promise so much, and stir my blood until all I can think about is possessing you.”
