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“I gave these short shrift that night in the other Quonset.” His voice is low and rasping.
“No time like the present,” I purr.
Though my fingers still itch to skip to the best part of the show, wanting to undo his pants so I can slide his length into my mouth, I keep my hands chastely on the cool countertop. Then I decide I have better things to do with my hands, so I place my palms on the back of my head. My body may not be perfect, but damned if I can’t flaunt one of my best attributes.
“Fuck!” he barks and with lightning speed, he bends to drag his tongue around my areola before capturing the peak and drawing it into his warm, wet mouth. His eyes remain open and fixed on mine while he savors me with a zeal I’ve never experienced before. He plucks my other nipple as though to make sure all of my attention is focused on him.
He alternates between nipping, licking, and biting—anything to drive me wilder.
After spending an eternity laving and sucking one nipple, he switches his attention to the other. I gasp when he scrapes the tip with his teeth, then licks to soothe it, though it needs no relief.
I feel feverish and am clawing at his shoulders in search of a way to ground myself in this strong vortex of pleasure.
Although I expect him to rush to remove the rest of my clothes—or his own—he looks at me, arousal burning in his gaze, and lifts me. His hooves click against the tile floor as he carries me to the foot of the bed. After setting me on my feet, he rasps, “Is this where you want to be? Tell me.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sylas
“You execute your next ten moves, just as you planned. If we have more energy after that, perhaps I’ll pipe in with a few special requests.”
After sliding my thumbs under her waistband, but not even pulling them down an inch, I lean to place my lips near her ear. “If I gave you only one choice, my mouth on you or yours on me, what would it be?”
She shudders. “Let me taste you. Please?” Her voice is low and nearly soundless against my cheek.
My chest swells with love for her and it takes all my strength not to race to the finish line. Instead, my fingers hook under her waistband, lower her pants, and pull them off.
Under those unassuming khakis, she’s wearing a pair of panties that could only be described as sinful. The black lace is trimmed with an orange satin ribbon that matches her hair. Her eyes flicker with desire as she dares me to take the next step.
As I’m about to lie on the bed, she reaches to stop me and slides to her knees between my hooves.
“Cally,” I groan. This woman is made for sex. How did I keep from ravaging her for the past month?
Her hands are impatient as she unbuttons and unzips my pants and pulls them down, pausing only long enough for me to step out of them.
As she works, I observe every inch of her flesh—lean muscles, curves in all the right places—and feel a crushing need as each desperate touch sends an electric current through me.
She presses a sweet, almost chaste kiss above my navel, then layers more kisses on her downward journey.
My body is human above the waist, well, not counting the trophy-worthy rack of antlers, but just below that, I’m covered with thick, shaggy hair.
When she starts kissing through my pelt, I grip her shoulders and say, “You don’t have to—”
“Of course, I don’t have to. Everything we do together is freely offered. There isn’t a part of you I don’t adore, Sylas. You should know that.”
“Perfect.” My heart is clenching with love for her, even as my cock is kicking in anticipation.
She grips me at the base, her touch firm and possessive. Just that touch pulls a hiss from me. Without pause, she licks me from base to tip.
She laps at me in a slow rhythm, moving to gain better access as though she doesn’t want to miss a spot. Now that I’ve let the genie out of the bottle and told her I love her, I allow myself to release all the loving praises I’ve been holding back.
“You’re more than I ever could have hoped for Calliope Quinn. Brilliant, beautiful, so full of heart.”
She pauses, which, I must admit, was not the response I was going for. Gazing up at me, her eyes burn with affection as she gives me the tiniest smile, the one I’ve learned means she’s having affectionate thoughts… about me.
“I didn’t have a chance to tell you.” She takes another swipe with the thick of her tongue to gather the seed pooling on my cockhead, then continues, “How beautiful your cock is.”
Another lick, then “Thick,” another swipe, “Long.” She said that last word with extreme appreciation. “And look at this pretty vein meandering in such a nice pattern.”
