I am coming in alone, Sivamet. The others will patrol the rain forest to ensure we have no enemies close before we set out to find the Dragonseeker and his woman on tomorrow’s rising.
He had this night alone with her. Each time they found themselves alone, they tried to learn as much as possible about each other. Not just what they shared mind to mind, but talking with each other. They needed to find a closeness together. He got that now. The more he allowed himself to feel emotions, the more he understood her need of a partnership and what that would entail. Right at that moment, he cared nothing of learning about partnerships, only about what her mouth could continue to do to his body.
I had hoped you would come alone.
There was that teasing note again, but this time, she once more had her mouth around his cock, and her soft laughter vibrated right through his entire body. Sandu was already through the thin crack and doing his best to protect them by weaving safeguards against any intruder. He had shed his clothes going through the thin fissure leading to the cave system, and now, it seemed she was taking even more liberties, as if she had full access to his body.
He felt her palms cupping his sac, then her fingers stroking and jiggling his balls gently, adding just a little more pressure before backing off while she sucked and moaned around his cock. He took to the air, moving swiftly, needing to get to her, the cooler air feeling good on his overheated body.
Adalasia knelt just as she had appeared in his mind, in front of the fireplace, so the dancing flames could throw their shadows over her face. She had her palms on her knees and her knees were open, allowing him to see that the one tiny piece of scarlet lace was now soaked. Her hair hung in a cloud of dark silk down her back, catching the light from the flames in the fireplace. Her skin looked like satin under the stretch of the red lace.
Sandu. She whispered his name in his mind. A breathless invitation.
He moved to stand in front of her, close, his body already so primed to feel—and see—her mouth on him. Stretched around his girth. Eyes looking into mine.
Her long lashes lifted as her hands slid up the twin columns of his inner thighs in a slow burning glide of her palms. Then her fingers were stroking over his straining balls, and the breath left his lungs in a long rush. All the while, he looked down into her dark eyes. She looked adoring. Wanting. Craving him. Her tongue slid over his sac, and while he felt that velvet rasp, a small sound left her throat, a moan of anticipation. Her fingers did a small manipulation, dancing over him as her tongue continued the foray to the base of his shaft and up.
Adalasia never broke eye contact with him. Not when her lips moved up his wide girth and her tongue curled and explored, getting him wetter and wetter. Not when she made a little assault on the V beneath his crown, causing him to nearly lose his mind. Desire deepened the blue in her eyes to that cobalt. Her breasts rose and fell. Her nipples were hard little peaks. The flickering firelight played over her body and caught the gleam of wetness between her legs, telling him that what she was doing to him excited her.
Then her mouth engulfed the broad crown, and he swore he saw stars. He caught the back of her head in his palm without thinking, needing to keep her there. Hold her right where she was. Her lips stretched around his wide girth as she drew another inch of him into that tight, wet heat, sucking, tongue doing some curling dance that threatened his sanity. She made a moaning sound in her throat that vibrated up his shaft and down his spine.
She moved her head back, and his breath hissed out of his lungs. Then she took him a little deeper, her tongue lashing at him, her mouth a tight suction, gripping and milking and then moving back to tease under his crown until he thought his mind might actually unravel. He shared the beauty of what she was making him feel with her. The intensity of the pleasure.
He didn’t realize his hand had fisted in her hair, holding her over his cock, while his other hand had strayed to her nipple. He loved the sight of her, the firelight playing over her body. The way she looked so beautiful and so adoringly at him. So wanting to please him. She had no idea how much she pleased him all the time, and this—this gift was beyond his imagining.
Sandu didn’t want this to ever be over, but he could feel the more she drew him into the heat of her mouth, the more his body responded, and he wanted to be inside her. He needed that closeness, and so did she.
“That’s enough, ewal emninumam. I want to be inside you. I need to share your body.”
She blinked up at him and reluctantly released his cock. It was that reluctance that made his heart sing. The wetness on his wide girth that was so sensual-looking just added to that joy. He reached down, locking his arm around her waist and lifting Adalasia easily. Turning, he placed her on the end of the bed.