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Gasping, I squirm against him. I want that, but at the same time, I want him to fully claim me. I want his touch everywhere, and I'm feeling greedy. I slide a hand to his tunic and grab a fistful of it. "I want to feel you bare, too."
"Mmm, beg me for it," he says, and nips at the tip of my breast again.
With a moan, I stagger against him. My knees feel weak, hot need pulsing through me as he lavishes attention on my breasts. It's unfair how good his mouth feels, how everything inside me clenches when he sucks hard, his other hand working my neglected breast. "Please," I whisper. "Please let me feel you, too."
Tonguing little circles around my nipple until I whimper, he finally relents. "Just for you." I hear the rustle of his clothing, and then the light slap of fabric hitting the floor of the cave. Then his hands are on the waist of my pants. "A piece of clothing for a piece of clothing."
For some reason, that makes me laugh. Maybe because I'm tingling all over from the kisses he gave my breasts, or maybe because it seems silly to try to compete on the number of pieces of clothing. "If you want me naked, just say so."
"I want you naked. I thought that was obvious."
I'm more comfortable, now, and there's so much need throbbing through me that I don't care about being nude. I kick off my boots and shimmy out of my pants, my toes curling on the cold cave floor. This time, they aren't fun goosebumps but those of a chill, and I rub my arms.
"Cold?" he asks, his hand stroking down my bare arm. "Come here, and I'll warm you up."
I take a step forward, and I'm immediately in the circle of his arms. He kisses me again, his hands moving over my bare skin, and when I press forward, I can feel the scorching length of him between us. Oh. I didn't realize he'd gotten undressed while I did. I can feel every bit of his naked skin, from his hard, hairy thighs to the hair covering his muscular abdomen. He's nothing like I daydreamed a husband would be. When I was a young girl, I imagined a sweet-faced knight with pale hair and pretty eyes, who would delicately hold my hand and read me poems.
The reality is so much better.
"How are we going to do this?" I whisper, stroking my hand over his cock again. I can't resist touching him. I love his reactions, love the heated feel of him in my grip. "Do I need to get on my hands and knees?"
Agakor cups my face and gives me another hungry kiss. "I'll sit on the floor and you can sit atop me."
I blink at that, because I can't picture how it could possibly work. It goes against everything I've ever seen one of my father's animals do. But I trust Agakor knows more about this than I do, and so I wait, shivering.
He describes his actions in the darkness to me—that he's putting his cloak down to sit on, that he's moving to the floor. Then he touches my hand and guides me forward, until I stand over him. I sink down, straddling his thighs, and his cock presses against the heated flesh between my thighs. I suck in a breath at how raw and urgent it feels, and his arms go around me again, hauling me closer and pulling me in for another kiss.
"This all right?" he asks between kisses.
I nod, breathless. "Feels good." And it does. My breasts are pushing against his big, solid chest. My feet are off of the cold floor, my knees on either side of him cradled on the cloak. His hands are all over me, warming me up, and I feel cherished and loved…and very, very aroused. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Are you wet?" He holds my backside in his big hands and drags me forward against his shaft. I gasp as he rocks me against it, and the feel of his cock slipping through my folds is like nothing I've ever felt before. Dear goddess Belara, it's a lot. But when he kisses me again, I find that I rock back against his length once more. It feels so good to rub against him. It teases the hunger inside me, making me yearn for more. "Aye, you're wet," he murmurs. "I can feel you getting my cock all wet with your juices."
His lips play against mine, and I mewl, clinging to his neck as I kiss him frantically. "Aren't you supposed to be inside me?"
"Greedy wife," Agakor chuckles. "Don't you want me to make you come first?"
I shake my head. Normally I'd want that, but right now, I just want him inside me, filling me up. I feel hollow, with a deep ache between my thighs that I've never felt before. "I just want you. Tonight. Now."
