His answering grin made my rod jump. That dragged his eyeline down and his breathing changed, quickened. “If what I do makes you uncomfortable, or hurts, say and I will stop.”
“I trust you.”
Those lovely long fingers moved towards my ankles but never touched. I felt the warmth, tingles rising. My heart sped up. I saw the faint flashes as tiny sparks of electricity jumped from his hands to my skin. There was no pain, just a tingle and a tickle as he moved his hands up. Our gazes locked, he moved up to his knees, and his hands rose to my hips. I could feel his power pulsing through me, wave after wave of stimulation. I breathed through it, loving it. Then I felt his breath on my erection and was nearly lost. I threw back my head, gasping for air, sweat dripping off me.
“By the Nine, Ang, you’ll make me explode.”
His laughter tickled almost as much as his movement. “Not yet.” The power touch stopped and he reached out and caughtup the oil bottle. His hungry gaze met mine again. “Do you know how to use this?”
I sank to one knee and kissed him. Those lips tasted of salty sweat, the lingering musk of our nighttime, indeed morning time, activities. “Teach me.”
“Are you sure?” Ang asked.
I kissed him quickly again. “Very sure. With you, I want it all.”
This time he grabbed my head, kissing me hard, deepening the kiss as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, dominating me, mastering me in the most delicious, uncontrolled way. When he broke the kiss we were both gasping for air. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
“You have me now.”
I moved to all fours and heard his breath catch. He reached out and I felt the trace of his fingers down my spine. Excitement mixed with the incredible sensation of his controlled power buzzing from his skin to mine. He rose to his knees again and leant over, his lips kissing my neck, then slowing, lips and touch danced down my spine and back up. Even the caress of his long hair added to the melody of sensation playing through me.
My groan was pure need. “Please, Ang. Please.”
His warm chuckle melted my bones as he licked his way back down my spine. Further this time, to my coccyx. I closed my eyes, both dreading and eager for what was to come. He moved between my knees, I felt those hands cupping my buttocks, spreading me wider. His primal groan made my balls tighten. Then I felt his breath blowing on my puckered hole.
I gasped when the warmth of his hot tongue pressed against the spot.
Dizzy with need I could feel the heat rolling off his face as the hard tip of his pointed tongue traced my ring. Then the hotwidth of it pressed over me entirely. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was sublime.
“You like this?” he whispered.
“Gods, yes!”
He shifted again. I felt the wet heat of his tongue on the underside of my balls, pressing up over the skin behind and returning to my ring.
“Ang,” I begged when he paused. “Please.”
“No need to rush,” he said softly. “I want to savour our time together.”
Then, I felt it, the first drip of oil. It fell at the top of my crack and rolled lazily downward. Ang paused and I imagined him there watching the movement of oil over skin. Then a second drop became a short drizzle, and I felt his fingers spreading it over me.
My heart hammered in my ears at the first press of his thumb over my hole. He was massaging me, rubbing the oil into the pucker.
I groaned at the slow sensual touch. I didn’t deserve such treatment, such adoration, but I adored it, adored him. A little more oil was drizzled onto me, then his digit moved, the pressure changed and I felt his thumb press inside, not far, not hard, but inside. My cock jerked in response.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.” It was little more than a sigh.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” I begged.
The digit inside me began to move, not to deepen the touch, simply to ensure that he touched every part of me. I was so disappointed when he pulled away, but then I felt it, the intrusion of his finger. This time he pushed in deeper.
“Any pain—”
“The only pain is the waiting. I want you.”
