Page 12 of Unrivaled
The smile that tipped up the ends of her long mouth made the air catch in my lungs.“Never?Not even once?”
Briefly, I considered resisting.But Isolde expected to find her in bed anyway.The tower was locked down.I didn’t give a toss whether Thomas came back to check on us.
“I suppose we never know what the future holds,” I acknowledged, moving forward to help her.
She hummed in agreement, turning her back.Being able to reach out and rest my hands on her hips, to fit myself in beside her and press my lips to the sensitive point beneath her ear, felt like the obscenest of luxuries.
I breathed in the smell of her.She relaxed back into me.The way the woman could relax was, in and of itself, the most suggestive of movements.Then, to underscore the trust and focus I already had, she tilted her head, rolling it onto my shoulder and offering her neck up for my attention.Her hands were still busy.The woman’s hands werealwaysbusy, and, wild horses, I loved it.
My teeth scraped against her neck just to feel her shiver.“Take your boots off,” she said, easing away and redoubling her efforts.
I obeyed, focusing on freeing myself from the clothing that kept us apart, tracking her progress hungrily as layers were tossed aside to lay neatly over the chair at her dresser.Each piece revealed more of her as they went until she stood in only the leather undergarment that was the Steppe warrior answer to the discomfort of breasts.
It took approximately a century to unlace.
Her fingers tugged at ties that dangled near her navel and my mouth watered.Beneath the unadorned light brown of the leather mastodesmos, her flesh must’ve been cooling.The air had the bite of winter.I didn’t feel it myself, naked as I was, but it was there.And so was she, her hair still perfectly braided, coiled, and ribboned.
I’d help her fix it, later.
She closed the distance between us, backing me up against the bed.There was mischief in her eyes, and joy in the smirk on her lips.“Can I keep you warm?”I offered, knowing she had a plan and more than happy to play along.
She gave me a gentle shove in the chest and send me falling back onto her bed.My thoughts became a scrambled mess of disappointment that her laces might not get untied and anticipation for what she was about to unleash.
Her hands settled on my thighs, a confident pressure that went straight to my balls and then kept on going up to squeeze my heart.That, and the laugh that washed over me, the quick kiss to the bottom of my abdomen, all spoke of ease and familiarity that we shouldn’t really have claimed, yet.But I felt like I’d known her my whole life.
Correctly predicting where she was going, I braced myself before her mouth closed over my cock.Sensation swept through me and my breath caught, while my hands flexed to cling to her hair.I held myself back, keeping my quest in mind; to free her breasts and feast.
Her lips clung to me while her tongue made promises I knew she’d gladly keep.Thank Whitehoof she’d shoved me onto the bed, because I doubted my knees would’ve held me.
You need to get her on the bed.But the woman was consuming me as if she hadn’t eaten in days and who was I to ask her to stop?
One of her hands tightened on my thigh and jolted me out of my daze.She wasn’t unlacing her mastodesmos.I didn’t dare look down, knowing what I’d see; one woman who knew what she wanted, all over me.Instead, I drew in a breath, pulled some of that hot, heavy sensation and imagined circulating it through my limbs, until my toes and fingers ached in anticipation as much as my cock did.
I rasped out, “I’m hungry too, Embers.Keep those hands of yours busy, or I’ll need to deal with your laces myself.”
I heard a noise that sounded like amusement.It made her throat vibrate and her tongue press against the sensitive underside of my cock in a way that made my head spin.I breathed it around my body and glanced down.
She was laughing up at me, or at least her eyes were.I watched as she slid back up off my cock.My hands flexed in the covers beneath me, but I successfully resisted the desire to cradle her to me.Before I could build on that small win, that hand of hers left my thigh and found my balls.
I sucked in air.She’d spent long enough stroking me to know how to finish me quickly, if she wanted to.I did not want that.Not today.
“Hands on your laces,” I managed, “or else.”My words sounded far more threatening than I’d intended, though in a vague, non-impactful way.If it hadn’t been sacrilege to make a vow with my cock in the mouth of a Duchess-to-be, I’d’ve sworn she was thinking “You and what army?”
Her fingertips gently separated my balls in their pouch and tugged, and my vision went grey as heat swept through me.
My hands were buried in her hair before I could stop myself and she moaned in pleasure.“I want your nipples in my mouth,” I told her, hoping she was touching herself.“I want to see if I can take you over the edge only touching your nipples.”The possibilities swam through my head as her mouth kept working me.“I want you to sit on my face so I can suck your clit and roll your nipples in my fingers at the same time.I want to spread you across your bed in the sunlight and watch it shine off your wet cunt and I want you to moan my name as loudly as you want without fear of discovery as I grind my cock into you.”A memory chased that one of a few days ago, when we’d been in the stables and I’d been balls deep in her when a stable hand had gone by, mere spans from us.
She was moaning, but the fear that memory evoked let me claw back some of my sanity in the worst possible way.I sat up, easing her off me.
Audrey hadn’t felt that same kick of fear I had.Her eyes were bright, and her lips were parted and moist, hanging partially open.She looked up at me from her place on her knees and a dark twist of guilt stirred in my belly.
I probably didn’t deserve her.And she definitely didn’t deserve me.
Her hands were working quickly on her laces, now, keen for everything I’d promised, and I soothed myself by sliding down to the ground beside her and taking her in my arms.Her skin was cool to touch, but it would warm quickly.She shivered as I felt the strength in her thighs, traced the resilience of her calves, explored the dips in the small, tough bones and ligaments in her ankles.Her hands had started to shake, her breath quick.
She’d liked something I’d said.I nuzzled at the warmth behind her ear.“I love all of the dips and curves,” I pledged, tracing her knees and feeling them open.I never have enough time to enjoy them.I kept that in my head, away from where it could worry her.“I love it when your thighs close over my ears, and you trap me against you as you come.”Like you’ll never let me go.
I had it bad.
