At first, I think he’s taking a break, but then he grasps my hips and slides me down his body, guiding his cock into me. In this position, I’m at his mercy, legs spread and everything exposed. Two hands cup my chest, gently thumbing my nipples and squeezing my breasts until I’m writhing, greedy to move.
I want to give you everything. I want to have it all.
He chuckles under his breath, sliding his hands to my waist so he can shuttle me up and down his length. It’s good, so good, hitting all the right spots inside me with precision. The heat and pressure in my lower belly build until my whole body contracts and judders, my view the bright bursts behind my closed lids as sweat slicks the back of my thighs.
Oljin holds me tight to him until my legs stop shaking. I don’t think he came yet, but I can tell I’m already a mess. When he’s sure I’ve had time to catch my breath, he starts to move, stealing it all over again.
This time his movements are smug and languorous. He does figure-eights with his hips as he relishes the suck andsquelch of my sated core. He grabs my hand and pushes it down into my folds, guiding them to my oversensitive clit.
I toss my head back and forth at the same time as my back arches, sending his cock stabbing deep.I can’t. Not again.
Oljin’s fingers thread between mine. You can. Have faith. Come for me.
He stays with me, sometimes leading and sometimes following, as we collaborate to push my pleasure to the brink. My orgasm shatters over me, brittle and crystalline, just as his cock surges, filling me with his citrus-scented come in hot jets that don’t stop until he’s gasping for breath.
Afterward, we stay together, catching our breath for a few long minutes, air cooling around us as the sweat dries on my skin.
“Beautiful Rose, so beautiful,” he murmurs, running his hands in long strokes down my body, leaving ripples of sensation in their wake.
“Quiet,” I remind him, smiling blindly at the ceiling. It’s hard to keep my eyes open as the sweet, heavy exhaustion that follows orgasm creeps up on me.
Oljin growls and wraps his arms around me, rocking back and forth like we’re wrestling, his cock still wedged inside me. He doesn’t seem tired at all. If anything, he’s energized, playing around like a puppy.
“Time to sleep,” I protest, giggling, when he nibbles down my arm. Every laugh pushes some of our combined juices out of me, where they slide down my inner thigh. I feel bad for the state of the furs, but I’m too drowsy to do anything about it.
He seems to be thinking the same thing, because he picks up his discarded sash. Easing me off his still-hard cock, hequickly presses the fabric between my legs. He holds it there as he lifts me like I weigh nothing, then carries me out into the Irran dark.
The air is soft with the sounds of grass and a slight humidity that rises from the fields. Animals low occasionally, and insects whir. Above us, a path of stars crosses the sky, much as the Milky Way appears on Earth.
It makes me feel even more at home here. I lean back to get a better look at the broad expanse. He pauses, letting me admire the sky for long minutes before ducking into the bathhouse.
Inside, he drops the fabric and sinks both of us into the embrace of the geothermal pool. The warm water against my well-pleased parts makes me moan, but I quickly stifle it out of habit.
“We can talk here, Alara.” He strokes up and down my arms, still holding me in his lap.
I tip my head back to grin at him. “Should have come here earlier,” I say in English. He nods, understanding the sentiment even if he doesn’t understand the words. A huge yawn cracks my face, and he chuckles.
“Rest now. I’ll take care of you.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, and then grabs some of the scented shampoo powder. With my head lolling drowsily on his shoulder, he lathers my hair, cupping water to rinse the suds away. Then he washes every other body part with the same thorough reverence.
This is what being loved feels like. I hope, someday when I’m strong again, I can make him feel the same way.
“I love you,” I murmur, struggling to keep my eyes open. He repeats it back. Does he know what it means? I slip in and out of sleep, barely conscious as he dries us both off and carries me back to bed.
Chapter 14
Oljin
“My valith is not a pleasure lounge,” Saana grumbles as she gathers the furs to air them out in the morning starlight.
I can’t quite bring myself to apologize for the best night of my life, but I take the bundle from her. “I’ll do it.”
“A Jara cannot hang the furs.” She tries to snatch the furs back, but I hold them out of reach.
“A Jara can do what he likes.”
Her grim expression breaks, her sharp teeth flashing in a fleeting smile. “Alioth save me, I can’t have the scrolls remember my hospitality this way. They’ll be telling the story of the outlander who made a king wash his own furs.”
“I think most people would think more highly of you if you did. But in this case, they will only hear how you healed a queen who was about to greet the goddess, unless you tell the tale yourself.”
