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He didn’t sound convincing even to himself and she smiled as she stroked her fingers along his slit, feathering over the ruffled edges and starting to tease it open.
“I bet I know a way to make it nice and quick,” she whispered, urging him on to his back.
She pulled back the blanket, watching herself stroke him.
“How do I get your codix to come out?”
“Here.”
Ignoring the voice in his head warning that this was a bad idea, he showed her where to press, groaning with relief as it sprang free, already rigid and glistening with lubricant. Her eyes widened, but she licked her lips.
“Oh my. I’d forgotten how big you are. I may not be able to take much of you, but I’ll try.”
Just as she had the previous day she closed her soft lips around the head of his codix, gently swirling her tongue across the tip. She was right - very little of his shaft fit between those pretty lips but the feel of her mouth surrounding him was too exquisite for him to complain.
She hummed approvingly as his hips jerked toward her, putting her hand on his shaft to help position him for her mouth. The tendrils around the base of his codix entwined themselves with her hand, encouraging her to stroke him. She tried to follow their guidance, her hand twisting around the swollen length as she suckled the head, and he couldn’t hold back a roar as he exploded, her mouth tightening as she struggled to swallow his thick seed.
A few pearly strands still glistened on her chest when she finally sat back on her heels and gave him a triumphant smile.
“I told you it wouldn’t take long.”
“That’s not generally considered a compliment for a male,” he said dryly as he reached out and rubbed the traces of his seed into her sweet soft skin. She laughed breathlessly.
“I suppose not. Do you mind?”
“Karthikan males are known for their ability to… recover.” Her eyes widened when he gestured at his already swelling codix. “But since we do need to get moving, it would be helpful if you got dressed.”
The pretty color rose in her cheeks, but she shook her finger at him.
“I would have been dressed if you hadn’t ripped my nightgown in two. I don’t have that many clothes, you know.”
“I didn’t want anything between us, but I will replace it.”
“That’s all right. I don’t mind sleeping naked with you.”
She bent over and gave him a quick kiss, tasting deliciously of their combined essence, then hopped out of bed before he could tell her that they wouldn’t be sleeping together again. Last night had proven that it was much too dangerous a pastime if he were to have any hope of keeping his promise.
Somehow he managed to keep his resolution over the final few days of their journey, sending her off to the wagon each night while he bedded down by the fire. She was not happy about it, and he hated seeing the hurt look in her eyes when he told her he wouldn’t be joining her the first night.
“Was it so terrible?” she whispered.
“No, my flower. The issue is the opposite - I enjoyed it far too much.” He tugged her gently into his lap and wrapped his tail around her waist. Her body stiffened, but she came. “It is too easy to forget that this is a temporary arrangement.”
She bit her lip, looking into the fire and avoiding his gaze.
“It doesn’t feel temporary,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear.
“I know it doesn’t and that’s the problem. As much as I wish it were otherwise, I cannot be the husband you need.”
A tear sparkled on her cheek as she nodded.
“I understand you feel that way.” She finally looked up and gave him a shaky smile. “Does that mean no more goodnight kisses either?”
He knew he should say yes, but he kissed her instead. By the time he sent her off to bed again, his codix was throbbing painfully against his slit again, but at least she was flushed and smiling again.
Although he had been successful at not sleeping with her, he’d been far less so at keeping his hands off of her. It wasn’t just the goodnight kisses that tended to escalate. It was his tail curled around her as they rode in the wagon all day and the casually affectionate way that she would lean over and kiss his cheek while he was sitting by the fire. He seemed to exist in a constant state of arousal.
Twice she had asked him to “help her sleep” and the urge to bury himself inside that sweet tight body had grown stronger each time. He’d even been weak enough to let her use her hot little mouth on him, hoping it would ease the perpetual ache, but as delightful as it had been, it had only made him want more.
