“I—I don’t know…ohhh, OH!”She grabbed for his hair as his tongue stroked inside her, drawing the heat and wet in a sudden scorching surge, so very different from his fingers. Licking, lipping, thrusting with his tongue, his hands pinning her in place as she writhed.
“Youdolike it,” he said, pleased, and when he flicked that sensitive nub between her legs, Ophele almost came off the mattress.
“Oh—oh,stars!”she gasped, her hips bucking, which only pressed her harder against his merciless mouth.
He wouldn’t stop. He was always single-minded in his pursuit of her pleasure, but it had never been this maddening, this overwhelming, this thrilling helplessness, like her body wasn’t her own. Even as her legs shook and her body arched taut, she could see Remin’s eyes gleam, and his long fingers slipped inside her, curling up to rub mercilessly.
“Remin,please—”she began, maybe a protest, maybe a plea, but then his lips closed on that throbbing bud and sucked taut and the whole word detonated in an explosion of pleasure that blasted every word from her mind. Arching, straining, blown into some elsewhere of incredible sensation, a place where time stopped and there was only him, only this.
She was still tingling to her toes when she heard Remin’s voice, as if it came from another world.
“Wife, I need you, I can’t wait,” he panted, sprawling beside her and yanking the sash of his robe loose. “Move down, get on me. I want to watch you.”
His hard length jerked against his abdomen as he lifted her above him, clumsy with eagerness.
“All right—wait,” she managed, her hands catching on his belly for balance. “Let me—”
Seizing her waist, he thrust upward, filling her in one deep stroke.
“Oh—oh!”she cried, as his hands closed tight and he thrust upward again, his teeth bared in savage pleasure.
There was not much to watch. All she could do was hold on as he pinned her on him, his hips spanking into her backside, jarring her to her teeth. Wailing as he surged upward, deep andhot and filling her behind bearing, her heated skin stretched with him. His hands were all over her, his mouth biting and ravenous, down her arms and up her neck and she didn’t know where she was or what was happening because it was happening everywhere all at once and it was so, sogood—
Dimly, she realized he was coming, too. His head thrown back against the edge of the bed, the cords on his neck like iron cables as he cried out, deep, wordless noises of pleasure. Inside her, he surged up, a boiling lash as he dragged her hips against his in grinding surges.
Ophele sprawled over his chest, boneless. Her ears were ringing.
“That…was good,” he rasped finally. His fingers nudged her chin, turning her face up to his. His eyes were filled with wonder. “I never knew you could look so…”
His thumb traced the soft, swollen curve of her lower lip.
“Stars,” he whispered, and kissed her again.
Ophele could not have moved if devils burst through the doors. She was utterly limp as he rolled her over again, murmuring and caressing, working his way up her lace-covered arms in kisses that bit and scorched her skin. Only the jangling of a distant memory made her lift her head.
“Tower,” she mumbled. “The Tower—Remin, about the Tower. When we go to the capital. We really can’t see them?”
Remin sighed.
“I know it’s important to you,” he murmured. “But it will complicate things, if we let them test you and announce to everyone that you’re a genius, wife. We don’t want anyone thinking that you’re dangerous.”
“Couldn’t I just be a mathematical genius?” Ophele gathered her wits and lifted her head. “We could say I didn’t have anything to do but read books, and it’s true…”
His hand ran lightly up and down her back, thinking.
“I’ll talk to Juste,” he said, bending his head to tease her lips with his own. “Maybe there’s a way it could be done.”
Ophele submitted to his kiss, feeling both pleased and guilty. It felt a little like tricking him, to ask him this way. Troubled, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and was surprised when he nudged her gently backward, his fingers trailing upward between her exposed breasts.
“My wife,” he rumbled, like the warning tremors of an avalanche. That heated glow was back in his eyes, the one that made her blush and squirm and want to be touched.
“You’re…you’re not too tired?” she whispered.
“Oh, no,” he assured her, his big hands cupping her backside and pushing her down so she could feel him stirring anew. “Not at all.”
***
“Wife, do you want breakfast?” Remin asked the lump in the bed the next morning as he pulled on his robe. The lace nightgown lay halfway under the bed, in tatters.
