Page 121 of The Iron Dagger
“Did you miss me too?” Slowly, his fingers reached the ache between her thighs, and he let out a shuddery breath when he felt her. “Oh, youdid,” he whispered, capturing her mouth as his fingers became wet and slippery.
“Gideon, please,” she breathed into his mouth.
She felt his smile against her lips.
“Not yet. Let me have a taste,” he said. “Climb up.”
She only hesitated for a moment before she grasped his meaning. Then she untangled herself from the bedclothes and clambered over his chest, resting her knees on either side of his head. Gently, she lowered herself so that she barely felt his breaths against her.
“Is this . . . I don’t want to crush you—”
Her words were cut off as he gripped around her thighs and pulled her down, hard. His hands kept her locked and spread for his mouth as he began to feast at her in fluttering, sucking caresses.
Hara arched her back as a sharp, sweet flicker burned where he licked. Only the concern that she could be smothering him kept her earthbound. She tried to raise herself higher, but he let out a grunt and yanked her down again.
“I don’t want you to suffocate,” she said.
“I do. I hope I die like this,” he said in a rough whisper. “Use me. Ride.”
Despite her worries, she gave a tentative rock of her hips. He groaned in approval, so she did it again, and again, and soon she found her spine growing supple as she lost herself to the pleasure. Even the sharp tip of his nose provided relief, and she found guilty pleasure as she rode him with more and more abandon.
Before she lost herself completely she stopped, certain that he had grown tired of using his mouth. But he pulled her back.
“Not until you come,” he growled. “If it takes all night, you ride my face until you come apart. Drown me. Fucking smother me.”
His words were her undoing, and she forgot her careful movements. She reached down to grip his hair as she ground down onto him, seeking the pressure and friction she needed to fulfill his demands. Her pleasure sparked and ignited, and she came with shaking knees atop him, her muscles spent.
Then she was pressed back down onto the bedroll, and in place of his tongue came the bluntness of his cock, filling her excruciatingly slowly.
“Gods,” Gideon hissed, and his hand reached down to grip at her arse, holding her open. He began to move out of her, and when he entered again, he plunged deeply. Then his patience seemed all but depleted. He began to ride into her, hooking her leg over his arm to keep her spread for him.
“I want you to come again, Hara,” he panted. “Can you do that for me?”
Hara nodded and slipped her hand between them, rubbing at the sweet crest that was sure to quicken her climax. Gideon faltered as he realized what she was doing, then he recovered and surged into her ferociously. “If I could see what you were doing right now . . .”
“Imagine it then,” Hara demanded breathlessly, and he bit her shoulder to muffle his groan.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you after you come?” he said. “I’m going to wrap those gorgeous legs around my shoulders and clean you up with my tongue.”
A shiver of surprise prickled her skin. “Again?”
He nodded. “Whenever you’ll let me, Hara. I’ve been without.”
His words kindled the burning desire that had been building since his fingers found her in the dark. With every stroke, Hara felt herself rising, canting her hips to meet his. She clenched around him so hard that he had to work to push through her tightness, panting harshly against her neck. She imagined him watching her touch herself, and all at once she was there. He thrust through her orgasm relentlessly, making her muscles shudder in release as glowing hot stars sparked under her skin and pulsed through her blood.
Then he was no longer inside of her, and heat bloomed over her sex as his mouth settled between her legs. He ran his tongue through her wetness, dipping it inside of her and lightly brushing her sensitive spot. She brought her knees up and almost let out a cry, but he pulled her legs down so that her thighs rested on either side of his head. He took his time, thoroughly tasting every fold and every wet patch of skin on her inner thighs.
“So messy,” he said with satisfaction, wiping his mouth on the linens before kissing his way up her stomach. “You must really like me, Hara.”
She could do nothing but whimper and grab at his hips to pull him back inside. The playful words died on his lips as he entered her again, chasing his own pleasure now. She wanted it to be good for him, to reward him, and so she squeezed her innermuscles and whispered his name. An aggravated moan escaped him in response.
Hara wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands down his sinuous back. Even in the dark, she could feel his beauty as he thrust hard into her. Her hands found the silky locks of his hair and she pulled, feeling her climax rushing up again unexpectedly.
“So good,” she cried. “Gideon, I’m coming again.”
“Ohfuck,” he ground out. His movements became tense and slow as his release trembled down his spine. He was damp with sweat, and he buried his hands in her hair and his mouth against her neck, trying and failing not to make a sound.
When they were both finished and spent, he rolled off of her and they panted in the dark. Then he reached for her as a bone-trembling weariness overcame her, and they slipped into unconsciousness without another word.
