Page 87 of Tempting Fate

I fought the hot sting of tears. When had I ever had a partner who responded so perfectly? I brought my other hand to his face and ran it down the length of his ear ridge, pausing at the twitching tip.

His cock stiffened. The most exquisite moan fell from his lips.

“Oh, you like that?” I rolled his ridgetip between my fingers as if it were a nipple.

He trembled, beads swelling in my hand. “Marni!”

I let go.

An anguished cry ripped out of him. His dick strained in the air, throbbing with need. “Why did you stop?!”

“Because I think you like it.”

He took slow, shuddering breaths. In the quiet of the room, he begged, “Please do it again.”

Good kitten. “Do this?” I teased both ridgetips, watching how his chest rose and fell, how his breathy little moans and rocking hips were all the answers I needed.

I trailed a hand under the towel, tracing a path over the hard contours of his muscles, allowing myself this one indulgence. My breath caught in my throat. Too good. This man felt too good, those rippling abs under hot, supple skin that jumped at my touch.

I gripped his dick. “Or this?”

His eyes fluttered closed. I barely heard his whispered, “Yes.”

I worked him slowly, stroking him back to the edge. “I want to keep you here,” I murmured. “I don’t want you to come yet.”

“I want… I want…”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

He whimpered, a sound so delicious, I wanted to record it, so I could play it back over and over while I touched myself. “I want to come so much, but I don’t want this to stop. Whatever you want, Marni, please…”

I stroked faster, watching every line and movement in his beautiful, expressive face as he raced towards climax.

This time I squeezed. Hard.

He let out a choked howl.

“Good boy, you did so good for me. Look how gorgeous you are.” I stroked the length of his ear ridge as he shuddered his way back from the edge.

Fuck, this was intoxicating.

“Please, Marni. Please, I need you.”

“You like me teasing you, hmm? You like me talking to you while I stroke this big dick and do what I want with you?” This time when I brought him to the edge, I let him tip over. “Good boy. That’s right, kitten, let me see you come for me.”

His dick pulsed, his beads swelled, and he came apart, peppering the air with moans as I showered him with praise.

I held him afterwards, staying much longer than I normally did, making sure he was settled, hydrated, and felt cared for.

I didn’t need more if I could have this. If we could keep this to kalidi, maybe, just maybe, I could bear it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Under The Open Sky

Airida

“I AM SICK of being a prisoner,” I complained to Imani for the fifth time that day.