Her tongue lapped gently at the back of his hand, slowly removing the sticky essence, the volcano that his body produced, over and over, for her. She licked the back of his hand clean and then took his cock from him and gently laid it across his thigh, so she could pull his index finger into her mouth. She sucked it as if it was his cock, her tongue sliding up and down and curling around it.
He forgot how to breathe. It was a simple enough function, one every person in the world knew how to do, but he couldn’t remember how to take a breath. How to get the air into his lungs after it had all rushed out.
Her mouth pulled his middle finger deep, her tongue flicking and licking, dancing up and down and then she was sucking hard again. His cock felt so heavy he wanted to reach for it all over again, but he held himself still, watching her face. There was beauty there. So much of it.
She looked as if her entire concentration was on what she was doing, just as she had in the early morning hours when she’d taken his cock into her mouth. She’d focused on it completely, looking as if she was worshiping it with her mouth and tongue. Now, it was his hand.
Ashe didn’t leave one speck behind. Not one. He knew because he checked the moment she released his hand and reached for his shaft. She cradled it lovingly in her hands. She was just as thorough there, her tongue lapping at him gently, until not only his cock, but his balls were thoroughly clean, and he thought he might burst with his need of her.
His heart actually ached. His eyes even burned. He felt her love. She might not know she felt love for him, but it was there in the way she touched him. In every velvet stroke of her tongue. No one, nothing, had prepared him for the overwhelming emotions that rose in him for her. He knew he didn’t deserve her, he would never deserve her, and he didn’t understand how he’d gotten so lucky. He also knew, if, after having her, even for such a short while, he lost her, he wouldn’t survive it. None of his emotions had anything to do with his leopard.
“I’m sorry I left you unattended, Timur. I’m really quite sore this morning and I was afraid if we …” She trailed off and looked up at him over the broad head of his cock.
She looked miserable and that stopped the wild beating of his heart. He cupped the side of her face, his thumb sliding over her cheek and lower lip. “I want to wake up to your mouth on me, baby, but never at the expense of your body. If you hurt, we abstain. It’s that simple. Don’t apologize to me, not after what you just did for me.”
She leaned over him again and kissed the pearl drops leaking from the wide head before rolling over and stretching. Her body was a miracle of softness to him. He could see and feel the firm muscles beneath the surface, but that surface was amazing. “Still, I should have told you, honey. I didn’t, I just tried sneaking away.”
He splayed his fingers in the middle of her belly, taking in as much territory as possible. “You’re never going to get away with sneaking, no matter what, Ashe, so you may as well just start off by communicating with me.”
She turned her head to look at him. Her lashes curled at the ends and they were thick and long, so feathery he wanted to touch them. Instead, he leaned over her and brushed a kiss over each eye just to watch them flutter.
“You do know you’re bossy, right?”
He laughed as he subsided back on the bed. He was bossy, and he’d probably get a lot worse the more time they spent together. He was already thinking of her safety and how best to keep her out of the public eye where his enemies might discover they could hurt him through her. Yeah, he was going to get worse.
“I do know,” he admitted, a little too much complacency in his voice.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t say it like you’re all proud of that fact. I’m not a woman who takes to bossy men.”
“You take to me,” he pointed out. “You like it.”
She shrugged. “Maybe a little. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting away with anything. I’ll still make up my own mind about what I want to do.”
“You do that, baby. Make up your own mind about what you want to do. That doesn’t mean you’re going to be doing it.”
She rolled her eyes and turned over onto her stomach again, her eyes meeting his. Now there was laughter there. “I’m not listening to you.”