At my words, he sank onto the mattress. It groaned beneath his weight. I dropped to my knees onto the furs, unsure what I was doing, but I kept thinking about the image from his dream.
Tezya was completely still, unmoving, as I reached for him. I didn’t think he was breathing.
I fumbled over the fabric of his pants, trying to get the button loose, but it wouldn’t budge. He let out a breathy laugh, smirking at my poor attempt to undress him, but didn’t offer to help. Instead he just leaned back and watched me with a glint in his eyes. I knew how to unbutton freaking pants… It was just the way he was sitting. I couldn’t get the angle right, and my hands kept shaking. Finally, I let out a frustrated sigh. “I need… help.”
He arched a brow, amused. “I’ll take them off,” he murmured. “But you first.”
My lips parted before I quickly snapped them shut. He didn’t think I would. He was challenging me. Slowly, I stood on shaky legs, my toes digging into the soft furs over the grass. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, having fallen asleep in his arms again. My boots were off and neatly stacked by the edge of the tent. Tezya must have removed them before falling asleep himself.
I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the ground. My pants came next, and I half tripped out of them before I tugged them down my legs. If Tezya was trying to get me to strip for him, this was definitely not how it was supposed to be done. I was messing everything up, but when I looked up to meet his gaze, he didn’t seem to mind. He was transfixed, his eyes sweeping over my body, taking in every inch of me. His breath stilled again. I was down to my bra and underwear, feeling my own chest moving frantically under his assessment.
“Y-your… turn,” I said breathily. I tried to have my words come off as sexy, but it was raspy and anything but. Tezya stood suddenly, his height looming over me. We were only a couple of inches apart, forcing me to tilt my head up to look at him, but I didn’t take a step back.
I watched as he reached for the button and unhooked it with one hand—using only two freaking fingers while I struggled with both hands—then shrugged them down and off his legs. He never put his shirt on, so his boxers came next, and my breath hitched as I looked down. The first time we had sex, I barely got to take him in before he pressed himself inside me, and the rest of the day we’d spent so tangled into each other, I hadn’t noticed what he looked like, only what hefeltlike.
I bit my lip, then dragged my eyes back up to his. “Sit… sit down,” I stuttered.
He listened.
I let out a shaky breath before I sank back onto my knees. My fingers reached out as I ran them down his abs, feeling him shudder at my touch. I moved them lower and lower until I finally wrapped my hands around the length of him.
His body convulsed once, before he went rigid, completely unmoving. I started shifting my hand slowly up and down his shaft, trying to pay attention to his reaction, not sure if I was doing it right. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss below his belly button, then lower.
He groaned, his chest rumbling under my lips, giving me the confidence to keep going.
I glanced up to meet his gaze, not removing my lips from his stomach. He was already staring down at me, his pupils fully dilated. I kissed lower, then lower, my hand moving slowly up and down as I went.
“I—I want to but—I don’t…” my lips stopped just above where my hands were. “I need you to… show me what to do.”
He nodded, his chest rasping, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched me between his legs. I removed my hands, then replaced them with my lips, taking him inside my mouth like the version of me had done in his dream.
I gagged immediately, having pushed him too far back. “It’s okay,” he half grunted, half moaned. “You don’t have to fit it all. Just—fuck. Yeah, just do that.”
I started moving my mouth slowly up and down him, savoring the reaction I was causing. He swore again when I started moving my tongue in circles while bobbing my head against him.
He fisted my hair, holding me toward him. I didn’t stop this time as I half gagged on him. I kept going, kept taking more and more of him in, listening to him moan and curse above me. Icould feel some of my drool drip down my chin, but I didn’t care, didn’t stop.
He moved further onto the bed, dragging me by my hair, my mouth never coming off as he readjusted us. Then he pulled my hips and twisted me so that I was sucking him from the side instead of between his legs. I was on all fours, my elbows straddling his hips to keep myself upright. One of his hands was on my neck, urging me to take more of him while his other unhooked my bra and started palming and teasing my breasts. I moaned as he swiped his thumb across my nipple. I kept sucking and licking him until—
His hand hooked under my knee, pushing my legs apart. I gasped, having to force myself to focus and keep moving my own mouth as he pushed my underwear to the side and found my clit. His fingers moved in rhythmic circles that had me moaning onto him.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Tezya groaned as his fingers shifted toward my opening. I couldn’t control the sounds escaping me, my moans were so loud that I should have been worried that we were in a camp with tents too close to one another, only separated by fabric. But I didn’t care. All I could focus on was what he was doing with his hands. His finger pushed inside of me, working in and out in a tantalizingly slow motion, before he added another. I gasped, the sensation so different at this angle.
“You’re so wet,” Tezya groaned. “Fuck.” He fisted my hair again, pulling me up and dragged me on top of him.
“Why did you stop?” I panted.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
“What do you want—” He didn’t let me finish, consuming my mouth and stopping my words with his lips. He flipped me onto my back as he hovered over me.
Holding my gaze, he pushed my legs apart with his knee. Then he ripped my underwear off, the last thing that wasseparating us before he thrusted inside me. My head snapped forward at the pressure, my forehead hitting his chest.
His fingers weaved into my hair, but this time it was gentle. His other hand found my cheek. “You okay?”
I nodded, tilting my head up as our lips crashed together again.
“Yes,” I breathed as he made another deep thrust inside me. “Yes,” I said again as my eyes fluttered close, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop saying the word. It was like a plea, an acceptance, and a resignation. I was okay. For the first time since I came back, I let myself believe I was going to be okay.
