More licking.

I draw my head back, letting him slip out of my mouth so I can gasp for breath. If he’s disappointed, he doesn’t show it. He continues to caress me with his lips and tongue, and it’s intense and amazing.

I’m sweating. My nipples are hard against his ribs. My pussy is so wet he must be drowning. He explores, and he teases, and when he slides his tongue into my cunt, I shudder all over. He presses his face tightly to me, reaching in as deep as he can, and I spread my thighs wide to give him room. When his tongue returns to my clit again, I cry out and my hips jerk.

I’m letting him do all the work, but it’s so good I can’t help myself. I want to give my full attention to the heat of his body and the touch of his tongue. I ride him, panting, whispering things I won’t remember in a moment. I feel like the entire bed is rushing through the sky, and given whose bed it is, I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.

A sudden urge arises between my thighs, and I take hold of the bedsheets. “Oh gods,” I mumble, and he catches the hint and pulls his face close to me again, keeping a steady motion on my clit. I press my face into his hip, breathing hard, letting the pressure build, whimpering with anticipation.

It starts slowly, with just a quiver of my hips, but I can feel the rest of it coming. “Gods,” I whisper again, “oh gods oh…”

Then it hits, and it’s so powerful I can’t even scream. I hug myself to his body and shake all over, mouth wide open, eyes shut tight. My hips buck, and he hangs onto me, licking my throbbing clit over and over, driving me insane.

Finally I manage to shout, and suck in a breath and shout again, making the room echo with the **** of my orgasm. I manage to back my hips off a little so I don’t smother him, but not so far that he can’t keep caressing me with that amazing tongue of his. I gasp, and I kiss his stomach, and his cock looks so lovely and delicious that I close my lips around it again.

He moans into my pussy, sending another thrill through me, and I feel like laughing. I channel the last throes of my orgasm through my lips and tongue, eagerly devouring him, giving him the reward he deserves.

It’s not long before he’s short of breath and quivering under me. I lean in, bobbing my head vigorously, taking him in as deep as I can. He groans, whispering my name, clinging to my hips.

Then he lets go, and instantly my mouth is full of him as his shouts ring in my ear. I take hold of his cock, holding him steady in my mouth as he swells and surges. When his desperation starts to ebb, I give him a little encouraging mumble and a squeeze, drawing out his pleasure as long as I can. I stroke him with my lips, slowly, once, twice, three times, and he twitches in my mouth each time.

After he falls still, I hold him like that a moment longer, then let him slide wetly out of my lips. I don’t swallow; I’ve never had a taste for it. But I know there’s a water basin in the bedchamber, and as much as I’d like to lie here on top of Xadrian, I need to go clean up. I roll out of bed, cross the chamber dizzily on bare feet, and make use of the water basin.

Then I skip back and climb back into the enormous mattress and into Xadrian’s arms. He holds me close, and I fit perfectly against him. I sigh, resting my hand on his chest, where I can feel his heartbeat. “So you say she’ll be gone for a month?”

“At least.”

“Can we stay right here until she gets back?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I smile and settle in against him.