“No? How negligent of me to have omitted—oooooh—such a—mmmmmh—key facet—oooooh—of praise.”
Her chest now heaved with hard breaths as the gentle caress at the back of my head turned to a firm clench.
She pulled my face off a breast that now glistened with my saliva.
As I gazed up past the rising and falling of her chest, her eyes did not meet mine. Theywere squeezed tightly shut, while most of her plush lower lip was clenched between her teeth.
“Sephimara, dear?”
“Yes, my darling consort.”
“In case it wasn’t clear from context, I like breasts in general, yours specifically, and, if given the appropriate circumstances, would very much welcome the opportunity to suck them on a regular basis.”
Her eyelids snapped open. “Have I mentioned I love you recently?”
I felt a depth, a heartfelt sincerity behind the casual words. “You have. Though to be honest, it is a phrase I don’t believe I will tire of hearing.”
She clenched my hair between her fingers, tugging nearly to the point of pain before relaxing her hands.
“My breasts might taste better properly cleaned, however.” She pulled me to my feet and put a palm on my cheek. I hadn’t even seen her take off those gloves. Her hands fell to my collar, fingertips undoing the shirt buttons one by one.
“Consorts are not required to undress themselves?” I ran a pair of fingers through her short amber hair. A simple style, no fancy combs or clips or flourishes. It suited her natural beauty perfectly.
She undid the last button, index finger tickling my belly button as she did, before tugging the tails of my shirt from my trousers. “Theo, you are a gift to me.” She lifted an eyebrow. “And part of the fun of a gift is unwrapping it for oneself.”
A whine escaped my mouth as she slid long fingers over my chest to slip the shirt off my shoulders. I shuddered at the slight chill across my back as it fell to the ground.
“It would appear you enjoy this.” She kneaded my shoulders, grip firm.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman help me undress before. It’s… just nice.”
She patted my shoulder. “You are mistaken. I am not helping you. I’m helping myselftoyou.”
I stood on tiptoes to press a light, sweet kiss to those plush lips. “Still nice.”
Pushing me back to my heels, she undid my belt, loosened my trousers, teasing the skin of my hips all the while with dexterous fingers.
Panting slow, shallow breaths as I awaited what came next, my eyelids drooped.
She slipped her fingertips under my waistband, sliding them all the way in, till she cupped a butt cheek in each palm.
I stiffened.
“You have delightful muscle tone, dear.”
“Thank. You.”
Her hands glided down my thighs, carrying the last of my clothing to drop around my ankles. “Umm… and it would appear that other parts of you are eager to make the acquaintance of House Arazniros as well.”
“HouseArazniros, is it now?” My breaths had again turned to pants.
Closing the scant half step between us, she enveloped me in her arms, her nipples pressing firmly into the bare skin of my chest. No hesitation in any of her motions, no holding back any part of her, she pressed herself against me, squeezing my member into her thigh. The subtle temperature difference was a delight; the cool, soft skin of her inner thigh seeming to draw the heat from it and beckon toward an even warmer part of her. She glided a cheek against mine, whispering in my ear, “Yes, darling consort. House Arazniros. And you’re going to be spending a lot of time indoors.” She swayed gently, nestling her hips against me. “Problem?”
“No. Not at all. I…” I nipped at the underside of her chin. “Look forward to accustoming myself…” I ran a hand up her spine, tracing the muscles between her shoulder blades, “to all the architectural features.”
She pulled her head back far enough for our eyes to focus on each other, smiling in silence half a minute, as if drinking me in.
Me.
