My other nipple leaked, as if eager to obey him. Groaning, he dragged the fingers of his free hand through the fluid, then brought those fingers to his mouth. When he greedily licked them, I came again, too overwhelmed by sensation, by him, to even make a sound. Hot liquid rained down upon me, dripping onto my breasts and shooting all the way up to my throat as Zohro climaxed with me. When his cock was finished spasming, he stared down at me with white eyes, dragging his fingers over my breasts, through the mess he’d made of me.
“So blasted beautiful,” he breathed. “My perfect wife.”
“Your very sticky wife,” I said with a shaky laugh. “I should probably get cleaned up. Once I regain use of my legs, that is.”
“No,” he said at once. “I will do it.”
And he did. He fetched a clean, damp rag and wiped every inch of my skin with thorough, attentive focus. Then, he carried Autumn’s cradle, with her still sleeping inside it, into the room.
That night, for the very first time, he slept with his arms wrapped around me.
31
ZOHRO
Icould not remember ever having woken in the morning in such a state of sated calm. I had woken several times in the night to take care of Autumn, of course, but I still felt bizarrely well-rested. The usual restless energy that drove my limbs from the moment I woke each day was calmed.
It was Jolene. It had to be. Her love.
Her body.
She had soothed something in me.
She was not currently in the bed with me. I stood and checked on Autumn, who was currently sleeping soundly in her cradle at the foot of the bed, then left the bedroom for the kitchen.
That was where I found my wife. Her back was to me, and with her small, low human ears she did not hear my approach. I took a moment to appreciate finding her there. To experience the humbled awe I had for this woman, this woman who was mine, at home in my home, in the kitchen where I could so easily come and find her. Her vivid hair was mussed from sleep and the activities that had come before, cascading in wild red waves over her shoulders. She yawned noisily, fetching down a cup. I put myhands on her waist from behind, and she nearly dropped it into the sink.
She spun in my hold, clutching the cup to her chest. “Zohro! I didn’t hear you! Lost in thought, I guess.” The corners of her mouth tipped upwards. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I replied. “What were you thinking about?”
Was she thinking about me, as I had been thinking about her? Thinking about last night? Thinking about how soon we could do that again?
“I was wondering if you’d ever tried to contact Meryn.”
Startled, I dropped my hands from her waist. She twisted to fill her cup with water at the sink.
“No.” I finally said, once my surprise at her question had worn off. She sipped her water, watching me. “She would want nothing to do with me. No decent woman would.”
Jolene gave me a warning sort of look.
“Except you,” I said quickly. “Obviously.”
She took a final sip of her water then put the cup down.
“I was just thinking that my call with Pa was weird but, in a way, it was good. I really do feel like I’ve gotten some closure from it all. I was just wondering if you’d ever tried to do the same.”
“No,” I said again, exasperation creeping into my voice. I did not want to talk about her Pa. If she was going to be thinking about any male right now, I wanted it to be me.
I gripped her waist once more, lifting her easily to the counter and slipping my tail into the waistband of her shiny white pants. She gripped my shoulders and quietly moaned.
“Done talking now,” she said. “Got it. Nice subject change, by the way. Very effective.”
When my tail dipped between her silken folds, I groaned to find her already wet.
“If you want,” she breathed, her pupils huge in the dawn light of the kitchen, “we can try…”
“Try?”
