She takes my hand to give it a squeeze, and nods in understanding. No wordy response is needed after something like that, her touch and earnest sympathy is enough. We do that staring at each other thing again, just watching and learning each others features and little tells. Once the bill is taken care of, we leave hand in hand to the car. The drive back is very much like the drive here. We listen to music, chat, and we never let go of each other's hands.
There is a new layer of electricity, though. I can feel the waves crackling between us as we both ponder what happens when we get to her house. When we pull up, I see her gnaw on her lip and wring her hands a little as she looks out the window. Then she looks at me with hooded eyes, unmistakable want in them.
“We have some unfinished business from before we went to dinner, I think.”
“I think you're absolutely right,” I rasp, cupping her neck and bringing her close for a searing kiss. All too soon we break it, heading into the house, removing our coats, and letting Brody out. We make sure we get him settled when he comes in. While she puts down more food and fresh water, I crouch down to give him a scratch behind his ears.
“Be a good buddy for me tonight, ok? I want this to be perfect. You're my wingman, right?” I barely whisper it enough for him to hear it, but he gives me a chuff in response that sounds like a yes to me. I give him some more scratches and a belly rub when he flops over with his goofy tongue lolling out, before he gets up to head to his bed in the kitchen. Smart, wonderful, dog. Lyra is taking in our interaction with amusement before she sidles up to me.
“Guess he already knows that we need some privacy tonight.”
“We had a heart to heart just now about it.”
She chuckles, and goes over to give him some love before she takes my hand and leads me toward the stairs, looking over her shoulder at me with heat in those galaxy eyes. The flecks of gold in the green are completely luminous right now under dim hallway light. When we get into her room and shut the door, we're on each other with a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Our bodies are fused as webreathe each other's air, giving and taking in our best dance yet. I take a firm hold of her glorious ass, kneading and squeezing before I move to grip her thighs to hoist her up. She locks her legs around my waist as she nips down my neck, then licking where she nipped to sooth the sting. We take a break to look at each other intently, and our breathing is completely ragged.
“You're sure about this? It's not too soon?” My voice is pure gravel at this point, I don't think I could be more turned on.
“Very sure. You wouldn't be in here if I wasn’t.” She smiles against my lips before we start kissing again. I let her down to grab the back of my sweater to pull it over my head, along with the collared undershirt. She takes in my bare torso, seeing my ink for the first time. I have a tribute to my dad going down my right arm from my shoulder to the middle of my upper arm with his name, the date of his death, and a scale ruler for the profession he was so good at. She caresses her hand down it, murmuring how much she loves it. I move to start peeling off her dress, looking at her in question to make sure I can go ahead. She nods, and I slowly remove it, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body as it slithers down to the floor. The red lace bra and matching panties she has on are making me damn near feral with need. As if that's not enough, there's a matching garter belt over the panties strapped to the thigh high tights she’s wearing. I've never seen her without sleeves before, and she has her own handful of tattoos scattered on her forearms. She sees me looking and explains them.
“They're all tributes to books I love. Images and quotes that have stuck with me because they mean so much.”
“I love them,” I tell her, running my fingeralong the detailed art on her left forearm of a crow perched on a cup, with a rose and vines within the cup. On her right forearm is a small dragon that looks like it is flying up her arm, and then a blue umbrella dripping rain with the quote, “But these are my puddle people.” I am going to ask her for every detail about her tattoos, but now is not the time. Moving down her body, I unclasp the straps from her tights and start to peel them down when I get my first good look at her feet through the sheer fabric. I go still.
The fourth toes on her feet are little stubs, not even the length of the knuckle on her pinky toes. There is still a purple painted nail, but they're so tiny, like they never grew with the rest of her feet. She sees me clocking it and starts to pull into herself. So I get down on my knees in front of her before I take her hands and brace them on my shoulders for balance. Then I gently remove the tights all the way before I pick up her left foot to place a reverent kiss on that fourth toe, followed by the right. She shudders a breath as I move up, pressing soft kisses and giving little nips to her luscious thighs before I place a warm kiss to her belly. I rest my forehead against it, my hands smoothing up and down the backs of her thighs before I loop my arms around her hips. The need to bring her even closer is all consuming as I take a moment to breathe her in.
“You're perfect, Lyra. You're so goddamn perfect, and no one should ever make you feel otherwise.”
Her hands come to my head, raking through my hair as I lean into her touch.
“So are you,” she whispers brokenly. I look up and her eyes are bright with unshed tears. There is so much emotion in that one little phrase that I find myself getting a little choked up too. The moment feels enormous, both terrifying and exhilarating in its scope. I can almostphysically see that final wall of hers crumbling, her insecurities about her differences melting away with a gesture that any man worth their salt should do for her. I decide right then and there that I’m going to show her all of the ways she should be worshipped tonight.
Chapter 20
Lyra
Taran looks up at me again through his thick lashes, his warm, toffee eyes completely molten with hunger. He makes me feel like a queen. Not a woman who is too much, or too different, or too selfish and cold for not wanting children. It's overwhelming. My eyes are still stinging from it all when he moves his hands to my garter belt and panties, holding my gaze to silently confirm it's ok to remove them. I nod, and he pulls them down slowly before I step out of them. His gaze falls raptly to the apex of my thighs. He nuzzles it, his nose dragging over the whole area like it's the greatest thing he has ever smelled. Then he makes me let out a loud whimper as he gives a firm lick up my center.
“This ok?” he asks
“Very ok,” I reply, ending on a moan as he does it again. He maneuvers me to the bed, lying me down so that my feet are on the edge and spread for him.
“I’m suddenly extremely hungry again, even after that amazing dinner,” he says, meeting my eyes with a devilish smile, before he goes to town. He alternates firm lickswith little nips, before sucking my clit into his mouth, making me buck off the bed. I bite my knuckles against the scream that threatens to rip out of me. I have never been feasted on like this. Worshipped like this. I'm squirming and writhing under the attention he lavishes on me, scrabbling to grab the sheets just to have something to ground me. It doesn't take too long before I'm barreling toward an orgasm, and with one final firm lick to my clit, I shatter. My whole body shakes as he keeps licking my center through the orgasm, until I'm limp and spent. Then he prowls up the bed to hover over me, interlacing his hands with mine over my head and leaning on his forearms as he kisses me deeply. The combination of my taste mingled with the remaining sugary sweetness from the dessert we had is heady. I can barely move or think.
“I think you broke me,” I laugh against his lips.
“Oh, Firecracker, we are just getting started.”
His eyes are dancing as he moves to kneel between my legs, looking down at me with so much heat that it burns in the most delicious way. I sit up too, my hands going to the waistband of his khaki pants.
“Off. I need them off.”
Being demanding doesn’t seem to bother him at all. He hurriedly gets up to shuck his pants and boxer briefs while I remove my bra. I suck in a breath when I take him in completely bare, standing like some model at the foot of the bed. His hair is completely disheveled, his lips are swollen and glistening with me, his chest is heaving. He's so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him. The thin trail of dark hair goes from his cut lower abs down to a gorgeous, rock hard, cock. Precum already beads at the head. It's my turn now. I crawl over to the edge of the bed, holding hisgaze as I run my tongue across his crown to taste him. He hisses a breath.
“This ok?”
“God, yes. You want me in your mouth, beautiful?”
I nod as I circle my tongue around his crown again, before I open my mouth to take him in. I can't take all of him, so I grip his base while I take him as deep as I can. His fingers thread through my hair, but he doesn't take control. He just plays with the curls, enjoying the pace I'm setting. His grunts and muttered praise fill the room until I feel him start to pulse.
