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He leans in and lightly puts his fingers on my jaw, tilting my head and offering my ear up to him. His teeth scrape over it in the next moment and hot need pulses between my thighs. I bite back a moan, my eyes fluttering closed as he sucks on my earlobe. “I’rec….what is this?”
“Foreplay. Stay still so I can be properly gentle.” And he licks the shell of my ear. I swear it feels as if he’s licking my pussy as the tip of his tongue traces a line on my flesh.
I’ve forgotten all about eating, my roasted root and delicious tea forgotten. If he wants to feast on me, who am I to stop him? I moan as he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth, then kisses down the side of my neck. This is vastly different than all the times we’ve touched before. Every other time we’ve mated, it’s been fierce and frantic, as if we’re determined to fuck as quickly as possible. This doesn’t feel like the other times, though.
This feels like a seduction, and it’s all the more confusing.
“I’m not sure we should be doing this,” I breathe. I make no effort to move away, either. I don’t think I could. Between my khui and I’rec’s magnetic presence, the world could collapse and I wouldn’t get off this cushion. “Tia…”
“I will handle T’ia,” he says, and then mouths my neck again, his other hand tilting my head so I give him unrestricted access to my throat.
Whimpering, I clench the cup in my hand as his lips and tongue tease my throat. When he scrapes his fangs against my skin, I jerk, and the rest of my tea spills in my lap. “Shit.”
I’rec chuckles, as if he’s pleased by my ridiculous reaction. He draws back and plucks the cup out of my hand, tossing it aside. Then he leans in again, rubbing his large, proud nose against the line of my jaw. “Have you eaten enough? Drank enough? What can I get you?”
“I-I’m okay,” I manage. “I should change, though.”
“Mmm. Let me help you with your skirts. Stand for me.”
My knees feel weak. Who is this man and what has he done with I’rec? He looks the same, right down to that strangely appealing man-bun at the back of his head to the downy beard that clings to his jaw, but this purring, seductive side of him is new.
I don’t know what to think. I just know that it’s making me incredibly aroused. My limbs feel sluggish as I get to my feet, and when his hands go to my waist and he tugs on my skirt, I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
Gazing down at him, I see the moment he pulls my skirt down to the floor, freeing my legs. His big hands skim up the backs of my legs, all the way to my buttocks, and I’rec looks at me as if I’m a feast. It’s a little strange that I still have my boots on, but he’s not paying attention to them…and frankly, neither am I. He squeezes my ass, groaning as he flexes his hands. “Can I take your tunic off?”
I nod, a strange knot in my throat. I don’t know why I’m both aroused and on edge. At this point, we’ve had sex multiple times. Nothing should surprise me.
Still…this feels different.
He takes the hem of my tunic and lifts it to my breasts. I pull it the rest of the way, tugging it over my head and then tossing it aside. This feels different, too, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve been completely naked in front of him. I’m sure we undressed at some point in the cave last night, but the focus wasn’t on my body. It was just on having sex as quickly and as often as possible. I’m still resonating, but this feels different. It’s like he’s devouring me with his gaze.
It’s like he’s seeingmefor the first time.
I wait for I’rec to say something. To comment on my small breasts or my body, which is more or less lean all over. I look good, but I also don’t look like Tia, and I imagine he’s comparing the two of us.
To my surprise, he reaches out and brushes a knuckle between the valley of my breasts. “I have not played with these. Are they sensitive?”
Oh. I swallow. “Yes.”
He grunts, tugging me down to the floor against him. I go to my knees, straddling one of his thighs, and my breasts are more or less at eye level for him. “You will have to tell me such things. I want to know all the parts that are sensitive and feel good to touch.”
Why does it matter? Since we’re just doing this to fulfill resonance, why does he care what turns me on? “You—”
The breath hisses out of my lungs as he leans in and his mouth closes over the tip of one dark nipple. I cry out, clinging to his man-bun as he nuzzles my breast, teasing the small peak with his mouth and then latching onto my nipple once more and sucking. Oh god. Whimpering, I clench my hands in his hair, holding him there as his tongue teases circles around the tip, his hands sliding down to my ass and holding me tightly against him.
Oh fuck, I don’t know what to do with this tender, foreplay-loving I’rec. I whine as he sucks hard on one tip and then releases it, only to move over to my other breast and repeat the motion. His tongue has ridges, and when he drags it over my now-taut nipple, I can feel each one gliding against my skin. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before, and I flex my hips, lost in the moment.
He groans, and one hand slides between my thighs as he moves back to my left breast, grazing his teeth over it and then sucking hard once more. His hand moves to my pussy, and then he brushes his fingers along the seam of my folds.
Nothing has ever felt so intense. With a whimper, I widen my stance as I straddle his leg. Other than his spur, he hasn’t touched my clit, and I didn’t realize how bad I needed it until this moment. I hold my breath as his callused fingers skim over my flesh, and then he pushes into the well of my core, skipping my clit entirely. Oh. I fight back a wave of disappointment as he gently eases his finger in, pumping and nuzzling at my breasts. It’s still good foreplay, at least. I concentrate on enjoying the moment, closing my eyes. Maybe he’ll work his way back to the front. If not, I can always guide him there, but I’d have preferred for him to figure it out on his own.
“Mmm. I like your teats,” I’rec tells me, teasing one nipple with little circles. “They fit perfectly into my mouth.”
I rock my hips on his hand. “I need more, I’rec.”
“Patience,” he says, as if I’m the greedy one. “I am giving you foreplay.”
“And you’re doing amazing,” I agree, panting. “If you could just—”
