“I’m flattered,” Raff said. “I think. And your complaint is noted.”
He buried his face between her legs then, and she shrieked, a breathy, shocked sound that turned him on so fiercely that his dick throbbed. A little trickle of precome slicked the head and he shifted it carefully. No squeezing, no friction, not yet. Her thighs parted around him as he kissed each labia with tender precision.
Thumbing her sex open in a soft motion, he went in lightly with his tongue, learning her tastes by the way she squirmed and sighed and moved his head. Soon, she was rolling her hips upward, whimpering sexy little incoherent sounds. Thalia wrapped her legs around his head, gasping, moaning, and it was like nobody had ever eaten her before, like each lick, each caress felt brand new.
Her soft sounds got louder, taken on a frustrated edge. “You’re driving me crazy, but…I can’t go like this,” she finally panted out.
He lifted his head and planted a kiss on her quivering belly. “What do you need?”
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“For you to ask that question. Let’s switch things up.” Thalia had seldom hovered at such a fever pitch for so long, and it made her voice ragged.
“Then just tell me…or show me,” Raff said.
“You wanted me to come, right? Before we do it.”
“If possible.”
Part of her couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but she just went for it, straddling his face with her thighs. “It’ll be better like this, from this angle.”
Raff couldn’t answer readily, but from the eager way he put his mouth on her sex, he must be enjoying himself. Leaning forward, she moved tentatively against his chin, his lips and tongue. Thalia moaned over the scrape of his beard on her thighs, the feel of his hair on her belly. Need tightened her muscles; it had been so long—
He sipped at her clit, and her back arched. The orgasm spilled over her in quick, convulsive waves; she rode his chin, hunching against his face until the pleasure receded. His hands were gentle on her hips, steadying her, but never trying to control her. Thalia milked the last shivers from the experience and then slid off his face to tumble beside him.
“Good?” Raff trailed a fingertip between her breasts, so light and teasing that she lifted her hips, though she’d just finished.
“Very.”
She half-expected he’d go straight between her legs again, but instead, his teasing touch meandered to her belly, where he scraped little patterns on her skin with his nails.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
Her nipples had softened, but they perked up again in direct response to the game he was playing on her lower abdomen. Normally partners took that as a cue that she wanted her breasts touched, her nipples sucked, but Raff didn’t make a move. Thalia turned on her side, curious.
“Are you ready for more?” His voice was midnight dark, so deep that she felt it like a sexy growl in her bones.
“Yes. I want to fuck you now.” She’d never said it so explicitly before, in such raw language, but from the flash in his dark eyes, it was the right move.
Raff took her hand and guided it to his cock. Beneath the covers, she couldn’t see what she was touching, so she learned him with delicate fingertips. Hard, so very hard, and long, too. Too thick for her to encircle completely with her thumb and forefinger. Thalia explored further, found the fleshy head slick with precome. He jerked in her hand and rubbed against her fingers, his breath coming faster.
“See the difference, Lady Silver? That’s because you want me.”
“I do.”
Pure curiosity, she put her fingers in her mouth to taste him, and his lips parted as she sucked the salt from her own skin. Raff swallowed a groan, eyes locked on her lips. Then he moved, slow enough that she could’ve rebuffed him at any point. He was such a tender, gentle wolf.
Never would’ve guessed.
He also surprised her by lifting her leg and nudging closer. It was absolute seduction when he nudged her labia open and snugged the tip of his cock against her, luxuriating in the friction between their bodies. She sucked in a sharp breath over how good it felt and how impossibly patient he was, watching her face for each nuanced reaction.
“If you want my cock, take it.”
At this angle, it wasn’t easy to do alone, but she arched and wrapped her thigh over his hips, and then he pushed. His cock stretched her to perfection; once he slid inside fully, he paused to assess her response. Evidently encouraged by what he saw, Raff lifted the leg she’d draped over him, making room for long, slow thrusts. He held her close with his other arm, so that her breasts nestled against his chest.
Each time he pushed, measured and rhythmic, he kissed her throat, her clavicle, her shoulder. As his pace got faster, he bit down on her neck, and she trembled, wildly unable to process how purely good it all felt. His cock, working inside her. His mouth, hot and open on her skin. His teeth sinking in.
“Oh.”
Thalia had no experience in this position, no frame of reference for how intimate it was. Before, she’d taken her pleasure from him, but now there could be no mistaking that he was giving it, with each push and pull, each luxuriant slide. Even when he angled her hips to provide the perfect pressure inside, it was in response to her moans.
“Getting there, princess?”
“Yes.” It was all she could do to speak.
“Let’s go together.” He took her mouth, tongue sliding over hers as his cock stroked inside her.
She bit him when she came, savaged his lower lip, but he didn’t withdraw from the kiss. He held still while her body tightened on him, gasping in her ear so it sent shivers all down her spine. Once she quieted, he
