He scoops me up. I’m short and small-boned, but I’m not feather-light for my size. I’ve gained a lot of muscle during this summer of hardship. He picks me up like I’m nothing. I hook my legs around his waist. The skirt lacings bite into my skin, fighting every inch of lost territory as it rides up my thigh. My newly-bare pussy meets the leather-encased ridge of his cock. I shudder at the contact.
Tovian grinds against me. I moan against his cheek. His hands are on my bare ass, supporting me while I climb him like a tree. He kisses my neck right beneath my ear. I’m so beset with sensation that I barely hear what he says next.
“Part of me is grateful for this stupid war, Sunshine. If you hadn’t come fleeing into my territory, we’d never have met.”
“I’ll never be grateful to those bastards. But I am so glad to have found you.”
He drops me onto the low-slung bed. The temptation to roll back in the pile of furs and zonk out is strong, but I’m not passing up another opportunity to be with Tovian.
Life is to precarious not to try and seize what I want.
“Other way around. I’m the one who found you, Sunshine—” He cuts off with a grunt when I sit upright, my face conveniently at cock level, and deftly tug the laces of his shorts open. I don’t bother pushing them down past his knees. I’m officially a fan of Ansi clothes. Easy access.
He’s already hard. I stroke him twice, give one experimental lick, and suck the rounded head between my lips.
Tovian’s entire body tenses.
I can feel exhaustion hazing my mind with shimmering unreality again. I’ve never in my life been this forward with a man. Not unless you count proposing marriage to someone who was obviously in love with my best friend, but that’s a different kind of delusion.
Immediately, I realize I’ve set myself to a task I might not be capable of completing. Tovian’s cock is huge, and I stuck half of it into my mouth without thinking about a strategy. I change the angle. Tears well in my eyes and drip. I’m choking on him.
Great start. Idiot.
Determined, I ease back fractionally and inhale. The feeling that I’m dying eases. Tovian tents his fingertips on my scalp. He makes a sound, and I realize he hasn’t noticed my discomfort. My embarrassment is quickly replaced with excitement.
I take a moment to catch my breath, licking the underside. He groans and slides his hand to the back of my head. I have to crane upward a little, but the bed is perfectly positioned for this.
Stop thinking and enjoy it.
I do. In between bloodshed, explosions, and planning, I’ve imagined doing this for months. I’m done letting the world get in the way.
This time, I’m able to relax enough to take him all the way. He’s still huge, filling my mouth and bringing tears to my eyes, but I manage. The tensing of his muscles beneath my hands at his hips has me squirming with my own desire.
“Fuck, Raina, I’m close—”
Determined to see this through, I move one hand to the portion of his cock I can’t get my mouth around and squeeze. He swells, thighs shaking as he comes. If not for his hand at the back of my head I’d slip off. I give into the pulsing of his hips, moaning around his cock, until Tovian releases me with a soft grunt.
He exhales harshly and sticks his fingers through his hair. I lay back, taking in his compact, muscular body and sunset-hued skin. His gaze drops to my breasts. I arch my back invitingly and beckon him down.
“Let’s get this off you.” He kneels between my thighs, shoving the furs out of the way. I sit up halfway, trying to get at the lacings, which are placed in such a way that the top portion of my outfit can only come off over my head. Tovian deftly loosens them and tugged. He knows his way around these getups, and I’m not going to overthink it. I strip the garment over my head and down my long hair before tossing it on the floor.
Naked, I recline on the bed.
Tovian sits back on his heels, drinking in the sight of me. I’d never beenlooked atwith such hunger. Even though I’m so tired I’m hallucinating, it feels real, and it’s what I need in this moment. A chance to feel desirable, to feel good, when this entire summer has been one catastrophe after another.
He skims warm palms up my ribs, covering my breasts.
“Fuck, Raina.”
I can’t summon words. I play with his hair as he sucks my nipple between his teeth. The light scrape makes me cry out. With his free hand, he traces the outline of my dripping pussy.
“Gods, Raina. You’re so wet.”
His groan of pure need as he delves inside me will forever be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. We twisted, writhing around one another until we lay side-by-side on the narrow bed with him half on top of me, his hand between my parted thighs, his hips rocking mindlessly against my thigh with his hardening cock trapped between us. Hurried kisses pressed to cheeks and lips and throats. I nip his earlobe and savor his shudder.
Tovian grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. The crest crashes over me. I cling to his broad shoulders, panting.
“Raina.” His hands are on my hips, his beautiful eyes fixed on me. “We don’t need to take things farther. You’re spent.”
