“Now me,” she said, motioning toward herself and then sitting back to wait.
Vaara snorted. “All right, Queen Crow.”
“Glad you’re finally catching on.”
“Do you have to be like this?”
“I know you like it. I can read your mind, remember?”
“Don’t remind me.”
He took his time undressing her—despite the hard length of him pressing against her which left no doubt about his state of arousal. When he’d finished and she was nude in front of him, he reached up to grasp her breast.
She shook her head and moved his hand away. “Don’t touch.”
He frowned at her.
“Turnabout is fair play,” she said.
He laid his hands back down on the bed. “You’re toying with me.”
“Of course. Lie back.”
He did, still glaring up at her.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“Seems a waste not to look when I have you naked in front of me.”
“Do it anyway.”
He hesitated, then did as she asked.
She knelt between his legs, resting her hands on his hips. “Will you give me permission to look in your head? Just a little?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you trust me.”
“I never said that.”
“Yes you did.”
“Fine. Do what you want, princess.”
“I prefer ‘queen’.”
“Of course you do.”
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. He stiffened.
As she touched him, she reached gently into his mind, forming a tenuous, shallow connection to his thoughts. She listened to his arousal, and his ever-present unease, as she ran her other hand up his leg. She listened to the spikes of pleasure when she hit certain spots and as she alternated between firm and soft touches. When she felt him getting too close to climax, she backed off, and when his arousal started waning, she moved faster and harder.
Suddenly she felt discomfort in his mind. His eye opened, and he frowned at the ceiling.
“Should I stop?”
He took a few breaths, then said, “No.”