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The spoon still gripped in one fist, she flung her arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug. “I think you already are,” she whispered hoarsely, sniffling against his shoulder.
“I did good?” he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“So good.” Better than good. It was hard to believe anyone could get it so right.
“Then I’ll say the alokim.”
He pulled back, and, gripping her shoulders gently, told her to close her eyes. When she did, she felt him lick her right eyelid in a strange, sensuous slide. “I see you.” He licked the left one. “I feel your flame.” He licked across her forehead. “You are known to me.”
Emotion rose in her at his simple declarations. She felt them all the way to her center. Heknewher. Had spent years soaking up everything he could about her so he could give her what she needed,whenshe needed it. She kept her eyes closed. “What do I say back?”
His hands slid up to cup her cheeks and his thumbs brushed over her brows. “You don’t have to say anything, Beautiful. But when you do, I’ll be listening.”
She blinked her eyes open to smile at him. “Then I’ll just say thank you for now. I love what you made for me, and I appreciate all the hours of thought and attention that went into designing and carving it. Nobody’s ever spent that much time and energy on me.”
He growled and pulled her into a crushing embrace, speaking to the top of her head. “I hate them all for giving you less than you deserved. But a selfish part of me is glad because it means you ended up in my arms.”
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Ivycarefullyputasidethe spoon and then pushed Tairon back in his seat, dropping to the floor to kneel between his thighs. “Now I want to unwrap myothergift.”
He laughed and groaned at the same time, his head falling back on the sofa as she unbuttoned his jeans and nudged him to lift his hips so she could pull them down enough to reach inside. When she wrapped her hand around the ridged, burgundy curve of his shaft, he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Gods, gods, gods,” he chanted to the ceiling. “Is this really happening?”
She freed the deep purple head from the confines of the dark denim. It was already smeared with moisture, and she thumbed the slick liquid, his quick inhale telling her she was doing something right. She explored, letting her fingers roam over the different shapes and textures without trying to map them to a human experience, much in the same way that he’d explored her body in the hot tub.
Using the rhythm of his breath and the sounds he made to guide her, she found what he liked best: a two-handed technique with light, feathering strokes over the head and pressure on sensitive dips between his ridges. She circled one of those spots with her thumb and forefinger, and he bucked his hips up into her other hand as she tightened her grip.
“I’m going to squeeze you right here when you’re inside me,” she promised, and the hoarse sound that tore out of him made her core ache and drip so much that she could feel her leggings getting damp between her thighs. He grabbed the back of her head, tilting it so he could push his thumb between her lips.
“You’re going to make me come with that mouth,” he panted, looking down at her with an expression that was half wonder and half heavy-lidded lust.
“Probably so,” she said gravely, purposely misunderstanding him. Maintaining the ring of pressure between his ridges, she bent her neck, angling his cock so she could lick up the cleft of his swollen head. He tasted like his toasted caraway scent, distilled—oily and peppery and citrusy all at once. She licked again. “You taste amazing, Tairon.”
She took him in her mouth, and a string of blissed-out nonsense left his lips, his fingers tightening in her hair. Tonguing his slit, she bobbed over the thick head, enjoying the way he stretched her lips and bumped against the top of her palate. She couldn’t get him very far into her throat due to the pronounced curve, but she used both hands on his shaft while her mouth worked the upper half, and he writhed and panted and groaned like she was killing him.
She adjusted her pace, speeding and then slowing so she wouldn’t push him over the edge.
“Come up here and sit on me,” he begged, after some glorious minutes of this.
She popped off to make a face at him. “I would if I could.”
“You can.” He drew her up so she straddled his lap, hands sliding under her shirt to palm her braless breasts. He licked up her neck and then tugged her shirt over her head, groaning when the stretchy fabric complied with his demands, exposing her tits. Flinging her top somewhere behind the sofa, he pushed them together and dragged his tongue through her cleavage, making her squirm against his hard length.
“I wish,” she groaned, almost willing to bend the rules at this point if she could have the satisfaction of feeling him slide all those ridges inside. She couldn’t put Tairon at risk because of James’s bad behavior, though.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but when’s the last time you and he actually…” he trailed off, letting her fill in the blank.
“I don’t remember,” she answered truthfully. “A while.”
He buried his face in her neck, his voice muffled, the heat of his breath on her skin making her rock on his lap. “I hope this isn’t too weird but I, uh, know the exact date.”
Her hips stilled. “You do?”
“September eighth. I didn’t watch you or anything creepy like that,” he rushed to add, pulling back to look her in the eye, sincerity written all over his face. “It’s not like that. I could…smell it on you when I saw you.”
“So every time he and I were together, you knew?” she asked, eyes widening. He nodded, looking slightly pained. “Oh my god, that must have been awful for you. I don’t know how you were so patient all this time.”
