Page 80 of A Breath of Life
That was all it took. A simple request.
Tallus wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. The silky glide of his tongue against mine was a delicacy in itself. I lost myself in the euphoria of Tallus, the accumulation of stress I’d gathered vanishing for the first time since I’d been clubbed over the head and kidnapped.
He was the one spot in my life that was untouched by trauma. When I escaped into his arms, into his body, the past disappeared and worries about the future no longer mattered. Nothing mattered. We existed in the moment. He and I. Alone on an island. Tallus gave me something nobody had ever been able to give me. A sense of safety. Of peace. Of relief.
Our sex life might have astronomically improved, but we clearly had a long way to go. I wanted him to be happy, but I didn’t yet know how to cross these new bridges. At times, I still struggled to take control in the bedroom, fretting over details and fighting with awkward advances.
Tallus’s patience knew no bounds. He directed less and let me experiment more. I’d learned to pay attention to cues, read his body language, and not worry so much about clumsiness or getting it wrong.Tallus never berated my sloppy advances, but he voiced complaints if I remained too stagnant.
I broke the kiss and eyed the mark on his neck, trying to make peace with something he clearly enjoyed and wanted.
He watched. Waited.
“I won’t ask again, D.”
I kissed the mark, lingering a moment, before moving my lips over his body so softly he shivered. Along his collarbone. Down his hairless chest. I found a nipple and tongued it, reveling in the groan of pleasure that spilled from his mouth. When I contemplated taking the hard bud in my teeth and applying pressure, I couldn’t do it.
I roamed lower, licking and tasting every inch of him. I did not leave marks and remained acutely aware of every noise that spilled from his mouth. Always pleasure. Never frustration.
When I made it to his cock, I took him into my mouth, sucking him down my throat a few times until he was thoroughly hard again, thrashing and spitting curses. “Jesus fucking christ, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to come again.”
I left his cock alone for a time as I pressed two lube-coated fingers into his ass, making him cry out and arch his back.
“God… fuck yeah… Right there.”
I worked him open, basking in the exultant noises leaving his lips.
“You’re killing me, Guns. Oh my god…”
When I added a third finger, he lost his cool. “Get inside me right fucking now, Diem Krause, or I’ll make your life a living hell. Do not test me. When my brain isn’t mush, I will come up with payback. You will regret teasing me like this.”
I chuckled, removed my fingers, and found the condom. The question burned my tongue as I stared at the foil-wrapped package, but I didn’t ask it and put on the rubber.
Kneeling between his legs, I coated myself with a generous helping of lube and hooked his ankles over my shoulders, exposing his hole. I rubbed my cock over his entrance and marveled at the sight of him. Flush-cheeked and rosy-lipped. Rumpled and perfect.
Mine, I thought.All mine.
I slowly sank into his body and groaned at how tightly he gripped me.
It was fucking glorious. The heat of him around my cock was intense. Every cell in my body sang. When I bottomed out, I needed a second to catch my breath.
Sweat peppered my temples, and an earthquake rocked my foundation. My emotions were rawer than I thought. I’d been so terrified for his safety all day that I’d barely kept myself together.
“Come here, D.” Tallus drew me into a kiss. I couldn’t seem to coordinate my limbs or mouth. “Let me feel you,” he said against my lips. “Move.”
I rocked into him, savoring the connection. Maybe I wasn’t a perfect lover. Maybe I couldn’t give him everything he desired in bed. I had innumerable faults and scars enough to last a lifetime, but Tallus owned every meaningful part of me, everything worth having. It may not be much, but it was his. I was his.
The pleasure mounted much faster than usual, rippling and building like an approaching thunderstorm. I wanted to both chase it and keep it at bay for as long as possible. Needing a reprieve before I plunged over the edge too soon, I shifted to my knees, maneuvering Tallus upright with me so he sat on my cock with his legs around my waist.
He clung to my neck as I cradled his lower back.
His grin as I jacked my hips and drove into his willing body was heartrending.
“This is new,” he said. “You don’t often mix things up.”
It was true, but tonight was different, driven by fear. “You feel fucking amazing.”
He rode my cock like he’d danced earlier. Gyrating. Grinding. Rocking and rolling his hips, and fuck if my mind didn’t want to explode.
