Page 70 of Peregrine's Call
He caught her hand in his and drew it downward. Robin again circled his erection with her fingers and began stroking him slowly, enjoying the way his breathing grew faster.
“Would you like to know how my mouth feels on you?” she asked.
“This wasn’t meant to be a way to—”
“I know. I asked because I wanted an honest answer.”
“Then yes.”
She was already curled against him, so she wriggled her body downward, the side of her head resting on his stomach. She carefully tasted the tip of him with her tongue.
His reaction was gold—a strangled moan and a ripple of the muscles in his torso.
Salt. Musk. Heat. She opened her lips wider to try to take all of him in her mouth. He was hard, but still smooth, and sensitive. He reacted to her every lick and touch with raw satisfaction, encouraging her in at least two languages to keep going.
He put one hand on her head, his fingers slipping into her thick hair. Very gently, he let her know exactly what he wanted by the way he guided her, and Robin realized again how much she liked pleasing him.
Tav’s breathing quickened, but then he restrained her from continuing. “Stop, love. I’m too close.”
Rebelliously, she flicked her tongue along the tip of him, a move she already knew he loved. But he pulled her back with one quick move of his hand.
“Enough,” he said with far more command than before. “You listen to me, or we’re done.”
She nodded, her breath quickening at the change in his voice.
He let go of her hair and slid his hand to her shoulder, pulling her upward. “Come here. I need to see you.”
Instinctively knowing what he wanted, she straddled him. He grabbed her hips and held her tightly to him, groaning as she moved. His eyes roamed over her, and he looked more aroused with every passing second.
Robin took a deep breath, feeling how firmly he held her hips. It would be so easy for him lift her up and bring her back down, penetrating her and destroying the last fragile scraps of her virginity.
From the covetous expression on his face, he was thinking the same thing.
He kept one hand on her hip, holding her tight, but the other slid to her shoulder, drawing her upper body down so their faces met. “I want you so badly,” he said.
“You can have me,” she told him, meaning it. “There’s no other man I’d rather give myself to.”
He closed his eyes, obviously torn. “Robin,” he said at last. “I can’t. Don’t ask me again.”
Disappointment rippled through her, but then he pressed against her once more, spreading her wetness over himself. “Do this, though,” he said, his voice raw. “Just as you are, all along me.” He sounded dazed, needy.
He directed her with his hands on her hips, drawing her forward and back along the ridge of his erection. She squeezed her legs around him and rode him until he growled, “Faster.” Then he stiffened, throwing his head back against the pillow. She watched as he gave himself up to the same feeling that exploded in her before.
“Robin,” he ground out, his muscles contracting as he came. “I wish I was inside you.”
“You chose not to,” she said, her tone more hurt than she intended.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open. A moment later, he had her flipped onto her back beneath him.
“You know why,” he said, every word clear. “You know exactly why I can’t do this one act with you. You know why.”
She nodded. She did know why. Because of who she was, and how much Tav cared for the people who took Robin in. Betraying them was a far greater sin in his mind than anything he’d done in a bed with Robin. “I know,” she said. “I didn’t mean to…”
He sighed and lay down on his back again, pulling her into his arms. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he said. He brushed a kiss against her forehead. “Not in any way. Did I hurt you before? Your hair?” Tav ran one hand over the back of her head.
“No. And I did get carried away.” She had, driven to prove herself to him.
“Yougot carried away?” he said. “I lose my mind around you, especially like this, only you and me. If things were different…” He stopped. “But they aren’t.”
