And now I want to do you! But I didn’t say it; I didn’t say anything. Instead, I lifted my skirt and shimmied out of my panties, lifting up first one knee, then the other, to kick them off. Those glowing green eyes watched me hungrily, and I loved that he understood what I was doing.
I shifted close enough to throw one leg over his thighs until I was straddling him. IknewI was wet, leaving residue on his jeans again. “Akhmim, we’ve spent two weeks and three official dates taking it slow. We fired ourclay pots, we watched movies. You charmed my family, and you made me chocolate-covered strawberries. I think we’re done playing it slow.”
Something very much like joy flared in his eyes. “You mean?—”
I grabbed his face and pulled his mouth down to mine. The time for speaking, forthinkingwas past.
As always, Akhmim understood me.
We undressed each other slowly, taking our time with kisses and caresses and encouraging murmurs. I loved the way his chest felt under my palms, and how reverently he addressed my breasts, as if he could worship them.
I didn’t mind the worshipping one bit.
“Gods below, Rosemary,” he groaned, stroking that ridged tongue along my nipple and making me shudder. “I’ve missed you.”
I like to think I said something coherent, but it’s unlikely.
When he rolled me off him and laid me down on the blanket, I reached for him, fully expecting him to be ready for the wholepenis-in-vaginathing. I mean, I could see just how ready his cock was.
But to my surprise, Akhmim dragged his hands down my sides to my hips. I was still wearing that little plaid skirt—and nothing else—so I expected him to remove it.
He didn’t.
He grasped my hips, settled back on his heels, andlifted.
I squeaked in surprise as he lifted my hips and ass straight up toward his face, then hooked my knees over his shoulder. My shoulders and upper back rested on the blanket, but the rest was just hanging there?—
And then he put his mouth on me, and I stopped caring about the awkward angle.
Becausedear God in Heaven, I’d missed this.
I almost came then and there, the first time his tongue swiped through my wetness, and I think I moaned his name. From this angle, I had no ability to grind against him, to control the movement.
I just had to hold on to his thighs and trust him to love me properly.
He remembered what I liked. He slid inside, stroking me the way I loved, then teased my lips and my clit, humming in approval at my little whimpers. It was delicious, delicious torture.
“Please, Akhmim,” I whimpered, doing my best to rock my hips against him.
I felt his lips curl, then he shifted. One tusk scraped my sensitive inner thigh at the same time he closed his lips around my clitoris, and I exploded.
He continued to lap at me, and when I was finally able to focus on something besides my own quivering, I caught him staring down along my body, pinning me with his possessive green gaze.
It took a few tries to get my voice to work, but I lifted my arms as if I could reach for him. “Akhmim,” I rasped.
Slowly, gently, he lowered my hips to the blanket. I could tell from the tightness in his muscles that he wasn’t ready to relax, yet he laid beside me and gathered me in his arms. I allowed myself to soak in his protection and comfort for only a few minutes as my heart rate returned to normal, then I nudged him to roll over.
When he did, I rolled on top of him, plastering myself against his naked chest. “Your turn,” I announced with a smile.
Although the need was clear on his expression, something shuttered in his eyes. “Rosemary, I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not,” I assured him, pulling myself up to straddle his hips, so his cock jutted up in front of my pelvis. While I spoke, I reached down and began to stroke him, pressing his ridges against my curls and my wetness. “I’m a big girl, and I know when I’m ready. I want you, Akhmim. I want…”
How had he said it before?
“What,dkaar?” he rasped, his attention shifting between my face and my hands’ ministrations. “What do you want?”
“I want you toclaim me.”