Page 107 of What Fury Brings
She smiled, leaned down, and gave him a chaste peck on the lips. The moment she tried to pull away, his hands went to the back of her head, keeping her in place. He pulled her onto his lap, and she giggled as she fell into place.
His kiss was not heated as it had been last night. It was deep and sweet. It was careful, as though he were trying to communicate something to her. She thought she might know what it was.
We’re okay. Nothing is wrong. I just need to slow down.
She was perfectly fine with that. She didn’t want anything that he didn’t.
Olerra put her hands on his chest, pushing him back a few inches. He went without resisting.
“I just want to understand,” she said.
Her hands curled around his biceps. She really liked the feel of them. The way her fingers had no hope of touching. The way he couldn’t help but flex underneath her. As though he wanted her to find him impressive.
“Is it… intercourse that is off the table but everything else is fair game?” she asked.
Andrastus looked down at his lap as though he were ashamed.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just thought it might help if I understood. Perhaps we could avoid any discomfort. I want to know what is and isn’t okay.”
He raised his head, frustration clear in his eyes. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay, too,” she said.
“What I do know is that you are nothing like I thought I wanted. Yet, I want you. Make no mistake of that. I want you more than anything. Just not yet.”
“Would it help if I promised not to initiate intimacy without asking? Let you decide what you want and when you want it?”
“And what if I do something you don’t like?” he asked.
“I’ll like it,” she promised. “But if you’re unsure, you could always ask.”
He said nothing, as though her words made no sense. She decided to be a little wicked and help him along. “For example, you could ask, Olerra, can I kiss you? Just as I asked you this morning. That wasn’t strange, was it?”
He shook his head.
“You could ask, Olerra, would you like to put your hands on my cock?”
Andrastus swallowed.
“You could say, Olerra, could I put my cock into your mouth?”
His eyes were blazing, but he didn’t move, as though he wanted to torture himself longer by hearing all the filthy things she could come up with.
“You could say, Olerra, would you like to sit on my face? Or—”
He silenced her with another kiss, this one hot and primal. He pulled back just enough to say, “All of it. I want to do all of it.”
Olerra adjusted her position until she was straddling him. By touch alone she found the strings keeping his tight shorts closed. When she freed him, she wrapped her hand around him, relishing in the heat of him.
“Gods, Andrastus, you feel so perfect.”
And then his body went rigid beneath her.
She let go of him immediately, her confusion profound. Was it her talking that bothered him? She’d thought he liked it when she spoke like this, despite his protests in the beginning. Naughty talk was her favorite, and she didn’t want to give that up to please him. But she would. If it was what he needed.
“Do you… need silence when we— Is that it?”
Andrastus groaned. “I’m sorry, but I think I need a moment alone before we head to breakfast. Would that be all right?”
