Neither of us were under any disillusions of what tonight was. Less than a seduction, more than a joining. We were in unfounded territory, discovering each other with every new step.
“Let me show you,” I murmured against her lips, still walking her backwards along the hall.
She tapped the wall when we passed a doorway and I turned her into the darkened room, cradling her carefully to me so I wouldn't bump her against the hard edges.
“My room,” she managed, drawing back from me long enough to slide her arms from the dress. The material pooled at her feet and two quick strides brought me thigh to thigh with the naked woman who made my palms ache to hold her.
“You wore no undergarments beneath that flimsy gown?” I growled, biting her bottom lip lightly and not letting go.
A gasp left her. She shook her head, her luminous dark eyes latched onto me. “No,” she managed around the way I held her captive.
I nipped her lip gently, earning myself a squeak. The sound zipped straight to my cock that strained against fastenings of my pants. Gliding my hands over her smooth, golden skin, I pulled the heat of her against me, reveling in her bare body pressed to my clothed one.
“Where?” I rasped, barely able to string a full thought together with her so close, so hot pressed to me.
The tip of her tongue flicked playfully against my lips as she found my hand and led me across the darkened room, stopping when my knees hit a tall mattress covered by a silk quilt. Her hand slapped the center of my chest in a decent push. My knees buckled on command. I sat, bemused and aroused as Ash straddled me, resting her hands on my shoulders.
And again, she hesitated, her confidence folding in on herself.
I leaned back on my hands, tilting my head to one side as I appreciated what I could see of the view with eyes that took in so much more than the mortals that overran this world. Her thighs trembled against mine as she let me study her, and her hands squeezed my shoulders rhythmically.
“Undress me,” I murmured, giving her hands something to do. The small task should be enough to keep her mind occupied, and her panic art bay. Fine hands fluttered across my shoulders and to my waist. “Start with my shirt,” I instructed.
“Thank you,” Ash breathed, running her fingers along the row of buttons that held my shirt together, then back up. Starting with the top one, she undid each until my shirt hung open. Her breasts brushed my skin as she pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I helped her with the arms, then her hands dropped to my waist. “How–?”
I ran my hands up her arms, twining my fingers through her hair and brought her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. “On your knees, Steorra.”
A shuddering breath left her as she broke the kiss first and slithered between my legs. Her nails grazed the insides of my thighs through my pants and it took everything I had not to come on the spot. She worked the zipper better than I had, peeling back the loose fitting cotton and working it over my hips. My cock sprang free as she pulled my clothing from my body, leaving me as naked as her. Then her hands returned to scrape the insides of my thighs, traveling upward from my knees, the journey taken in reverse. Hot breath brushed my cock, and her lips grazed my skin.
Breath hissed from my lips. “Come here.” I cupped my hands under her armpits, hauling her up to me, but she batted my hands away.
“No. I want to touch you. Please?” Those same lips traced patterns along my inner thigh.
I groaned and tipped my head back, releasing her. “Fuck, Steorra. I have no choice in this, do I?”
“None whatsoever, stone man.”
I groaned when her tongue touched my cock, already straightening and rigid when her hand tried to close around my length, and couldn’t. Her soft strokes left me tingling all over, and far too close to the edge I needed to avoid. “Like this.” I gripped her hand hard, closing her fingers around my cock and worked us together for a few slow pumps.
“Oh,” she whispered as I thickened in her grip. “You like that?”
“I like everything you do,” I managed through gritted teeth. “But if you keep touching me so softly, I won't make it to sliding inside you, and I very much want to do that with you tonight, Steorra.”
“Oh,” that same soft breathy sound elicited from her again.
I squeezed out joined hands once more and let go, sliding my hand around the back of her neck. “Come up here?”
But her mouth had different plans, hot and wet as she engulfed my cockhead. Her tongue ran soft, warm circles around my length, just below the crown. I bucked a little into her mouth and she hummed her appreciation, grazing her nails across the hairless skin on my inner thighs.
The hand behind her head tightened. I massaged my fingers into her scalp, giving her time to explore and find her own pace. Ash licked and sucked, pulling her mouth up my length and diving down to choke on me voluntarily.
Blood surged through me, and I pushed up into her mouth, pushing her head down and holding her there for a second. Her throat constricted around me, and the prettiest sound filled the room as she mewled on my cock. I groaned, pulling her off me and up into my arms.
“Jesu, you’re a good girl, Steorra,” I whispered, winding her legs around my waist and rubbing her pretty little cunt back and forth across my straining cock already coated with her saliva. “I nearly spilled myself down your gorgeous little throat then.” I kissed her softly, offering my apology, but she returned my kisses eagerly, lapping at my tongue with her own until I was close to pushing deep inside her and sheathing myself to the hilt.
But this was her first time and I needed to display greater self-control than I had a moment before, regardless of how much she seemed to have liked my sort of dominance.
Gripping her ass cheeks in both hands, I leaned back and rolled us on the bed so I lay between her spread legs. “Now is the time to tell me you want me to give you an orgasm and stop there, Steorra,” I murmured, holding myself above her. I didn’t play fair, releasing her rounded ass cheeks to toy with her nipples, rolling the taut peaks back and forth in my fingertipsuntil she writhed for me. The scent of her need filled the room. “We can stop any time.”
