Yes. Yes, I will, he decided as he bent to draw his tongue through her slick folds. “You taste like sex, Leela,” he said softly, loving the flavor of their mixed arousals. “Decadent. Delicious. Perfect.”
Her thighs clenched beneath his palms, her breath shuddering out on a sigh.
He laved her with his tongue, adoring her the way a man should with thorough strokes and subtle pressure. It was a dance that required patience and the ability to read cues from the body.
A bit of tension and prolonged teasing went a very long way to properly please a woman. And Leela was a masterpiece worth his effort and dedication.
She squirmed and moaned, her fingers gliding through his hair to hold him right where she needed him. He granted her the director role just long enough to nearly drive her over the edge before pulling back to begin once more.
“Balthazar,” she growled when he did it a second time.
“Trust me,” he replied against her damp flesh.
And proceeded to draw out her pleasure a third time.
Her huff of frustration when he stopped again was a beautiful sound that told him they were reaching the final destination of this session.
Two more times.
He circled her clit, massaged her channel with his fingers, and smiled when a colorful curse left her mouth.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” Leela demanded.
“Soon,” he promised, his cock still at half-mast from the ecstasy she’d wrung from him with her pretty mouth.
She repeated his name, the protest underlining her tone making his lips curl.
Her mind told him that most of her previous lovers rushed to the finish line. But that wasn’t him. And it wasn’t her preference, either. Something he knew from her body more than her thoughts.
She really is my equal, he marveled, listening as she analyzed his every move, appreciating his patience and ability to draw out the moment.
Leela knew what was coming.
She might be protesting the process, but she would absolutely appreciate the end result.
The truth rested in her thoughts, lounging around for him to overhear. However, it was the goose bumps and shivers across her skin that told him he was close to the point of no return now.
She would come this time.
And she would come hard.
He drew his tongue along her seam, reveling in the sweet flavor of hedonism between her thighs. She tasted like hours of fucking gone right, her body a temple that had been properly worshipped by his cock, and was in deep need ofmore.
Which he gave her now as he curled his fingers inside her, caressing that place that made all women melt. Leela was no different, her lips parting on a groan that vibrated all the way down to her core. He felt it against his tongue, the reverberation one that had him humming in response.
This display of eroticism was one he wouldn’t mind seeing on repeat for days or years on end.
Maybe even for forever, he thought, thinking about their half bond.Have I loved her all my life without knowing it?She certainly felt perfect in his hands, her pleasure an aphrodisiac that drew out the moment and had him nearly ready to go again.
And again.
And again.
He’d never experienced such sensual grace with another being.
Except that wasn’t true. He had experienced it before, just couldn’t remember doing so. And then there was Nythos…
How many of those memories were actually between him and Leela?
