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“It is, if you have no objections.”
Considering she had very few thoughts left circulating in her mind, objecting wasn’t a pressing issue. She was more concerned with whether her lips were too dry, or if her breath was strong enough to KO a donkey. Would he want to use tongues? If he did, how did that work? Did he stick his in first and wiggle it around, then wait for her to do the same? What if her mouth was disgustingly wet, or her teeth—
“So fucking innocent,” he murmured, then stole the remaining thoughts in her head and threw them out when his mouth covered hers completely.
Caera gasped in shock, moaning as the tip of his tongue traced the parted seam of her lips before darting inside. As if her own tongue had just been waiting for its moment to shine, it clashed against his in a daring dance to which she didn’t know the steps, to music of her own making.
When he thrust into her mouth, something ached in response.
Something needy and adamant it required more.
Her hands touched hard flesh, and jerked away as though it burned her.
Lifting his head, breaking the kiss, Saul smiled at her. “It’s okay to touch me, Caera. Encouraged, in fact. I’m planning on doing that and a whole lot more with you.” The wink he gave her bumped her weird-sensation level up another notch. “Just…be gentle, okay? I’m fragile.”
Laughter bubbled up and out into freedom. The notion that this big, solid lump of man could ever be fragile was too damn funny. He looked as though someone could break a chair across his shoulders and he wouldn’t blink before he pulverized them in one hand.
“Go ahead,” he coaxed, lowering his mouth to her neck. His stubble pricked along her skin, increasing the ache between her legs. “Touch wherever you like.” His lips cruised up to her jaw, pressing kisses all the way up to her ear, then back down to her chin, only to travel up the opposite side. “Come on, bunny, be brave and touch the big, bad wolf.”
Caera could imagine every wolf in every fairytale looking like him. Confident, graceful, so sure of his moves, no lumberjack or woodsman would ever get the drop on him. Her head tilted to the side, giving him access to the vulnerable side of her throat, even as her hands lifted again and pressed tentatively to his ribs.
This was not how she’d expected the morning to go.
His skin was taut and smooth, stretching over the skeletal structure beneath. She trembled as she explored further, sliding her palms around his back to feel the muscles bunched tightly in his shoulders.
She moaned, a combination of her hands—hers—touching another human being and the downward trek of his mouth as his kissing mission ventured south. The tight clench of her thighs loosened, her hips trying to lift.
“Good girl,” he purred, shifting his weight slightly so he leaned to one side. As her fingers toyed with the curve of his hip, he spread his big palm over her breast. “Physical intimacy is nothing to be afraid of, Caera. If it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say no.”
It was like watching in slow motion, she thought numbly as Saul cupped her embarrassingly small breast and ran his tongue over the peak. The sharp zap of pleasure as wet warmth enveloped her nipple was more than enough to eradicate any worrisome concerns about being naked and in bed with a man.
Her legs began to twitch restlessly, kicking with every nip and suckle.
From one breast to the other, he tortured her in the gentlest way, until one zap became two, and two became an electrical storm buzzing through her veins. She even parted her legs a few inches when his hand left her chest and brushed down over her stomach, around to her hip, then her thigh.
This time when his mouth returned to hers, her fingers dove into his hair. Clutching him close, cradling his head so he couldn’t stop kissing her. His hair was so soft in comparison to the firmness of his flesh, his mouth as patient as the hand gliding up and down her thigh.
“Relax, my beautiful little rabbit. This won’t hurt, not even a bit.”
Her body was far from relaxed. It was humming and vibrating on wavelengths she never knew existed. She searched for his mouth again, tugging him down for another kiss, but he resisted, maintaining eye contact.
Fingers brushed lightly over that place between her legs, stroking through the curls of her pubic hair to find the swollen, slick entrance to her most private area. Her hips rose into his touch of their own volition, a hungry moan squeezing past the sudden restriction in her throat.
One solitary fingertip breached the protection of her labia, teasing tender tissues until she wanted to scream. Dipping, circling, while his own groan signaled his hunger.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast.”
Caera shook her head. After a lifetime of being alone, years of fantasizing about someone doing just this, she didn’t care if she overdosed on fast. It wouldn’t last forever, she knew that. She was aware Connie had sent him to her for a reason, and if that reason was to show her how to open herself to this…fear be damned. She would take all of him, everything he wanted to give.
She lost herself in his eyes, drowning in the concentration and pride she could see in them. Craving some of the desire glowing in the gray, like lightning behind thinning storm clouds.
One thick finger pushed inside her, and she almost died.
It felt huge, gliding up into her as though it belonged there. Her inner muscles spasmed around it, welcoming it. She exhaled slowly, trying not to whimper, but he made it impossible for her not to vocalize what she was experiencing.
Those whimpers became a soft whine as his thumb settled above his penetrating digit, on something that might have been a button. A detonation button, she discovered when her hips jerked up, with the explosives hidden low in her belly.
“God!”
