Then he rooted at her other breast, and Radha gave into the sensations slamming through her. Her head rolled side to side; her moans broke past her throat. Her hips danced until he moved between her legs and lowered his torso to trap her lower body as he continued to ply her nipples with flicks and long, sweet pulls.
She wound her fingers through his dark, chin-length hair, loving the heat and satin softness that slid between her fingers. Knotting her fingers in the silky strands, she pushed his head downward, quivering as he chuckled against her skin, jumping every time he bit her on his journey downward.
When he teased her bellybutton, she swore she could almost come from the sudden flare of pleasure that pulled at her core.
“If you are impatient,” he said, his voice thick and slightly hoarse, “tell me what you wish.”
Cupping her lonely breast, she drew a ragged breath. “I wish…you would pleasure my…pussy. Please, Khan. Now.”
“Ali,” he whispered. “The others can call me Khan, but I would have you call me Ali.”
“Ali, please, I need you.”
“Ah, love,” he whispered and scooted down the bed until his face hovered over her sex. There, he drew a deep breath. “Just like the dream,” he said, his gaze rising, and then holding her gaze locked with his, he stuck out his tongue and lapped between her folds. “Like the sweetest honey,” he said, his lips glistening.
And as corny as those words would have sounded coming from any other man, she believed him. “My clit,” she gasped. “Suck it.”
He arched a brow.
She rolled her eyes. “I wish you would suck my clit.”
Instantly, his mouth descended, latching around her clit to draw on it while his tongue stroked over the small knot of nerves.
Tiny, sexy jolts of electricity shot straight to her core. She widened her thighs, letting her knees fall open as far as they could. Then she began to bounce against his mouth, shallow bucking movements, and yet she never dislodged him. He held steady, working her clit until the sensations were nearly painful and her body shook as she neared her orgasm.
When fingers slid into her drenched channel, she screamed, coming hard against his mouth, her pussy convulsing to draw him deeper, her hips rolling as she chanted over and over, “Yes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!” When she reached the crest, she fell back against the sheets, darkness consuming her.
Khan watched her face as she came. He’d never seen anything so lovely. Her chest had arched, the hard tips of her nipples pointing toward the ceiling. When she’d collapsed, he’d felt the ripples up and down her channel, the wash of fluid that coated his hand. Her sex throbbed, relaxing, clenching, over and over, and more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life before, he wished he could feel that happen when his cock was lodged deep inside her.
When her breaths grew even, he stopped plying her with soothing laps of his tongue. Coming up to lie beside her on the bed, he realized she slept. Deeply.
Feeling very humbled that he’d managed to give her that ease, he drew her body against his and closed his eyes.
What felt like only moments passed. He was seated on a marble ledge surrounding a steaming pool inside a building that looked like a Roman bath. He sat on thick toweling, completely nude, his cock sprung between his legs.
“I’m sorry about that,” a soft voice said just as a hand reached around him to stroke his cock.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back against Radha as
she sat behind him, her legs stretched beside his. Her arms encircled his waist and both hands now gripped his shaft. “What you did for me…” she whispered beside his ear, “I haven’t fallen straight to sleep like that since I was a child.”
“Perhaps we should do this every night, then.”
She nuzzled his neck. “It’s not a permanent solution.”
“No, but for now, you can rest and grow stronger. The vanir will be here in two days. We have until then,” he said, glancing back at her.
Her teeth nibbled her lower lip.
“Don’t,” he whispered, turning harder to kiss the corner of her mouth. When she leaned around to kiss him fully, he sucked on her bottom lip before letting it go. “Please, try not to worry. Give yourself to me. We don’t have to fuck to find our pleasure. You don’t have to give up a single thing to be with me.”
Her eyes misted. “I’m so confused…Ali. With anyone else, I lift my chin and float right by. With you, I feel…not weak…but like I want to give myself, I want to surrender…everything.”
“Doesn’t sound so awful to me,” he drawled.
She bit his shoulder and hugged him. “My sisters and I gave up so much to be here. We risked everything for our independence, and now, one by one, we’re succumbing.”
He chuckled. “Succumbing? As far as I can tell, Bryn fell in love with Ethan.”