Page 86 of The Iron Dagger
They jostled against a chest of drawers, and Hara let out a breathless laugh before he set her onto it, knocking a vase of white flowers onto the carpet. While his mouth returned to hers, he cupped her breasts, rolling them under his palms and brushing her nipples with his thumbs. Flits of delight raced from his stroking fingers to her cunt, and Hara placed her hands over his. Their tongues slid against each other with each devouring kiss, until Gideon broke away to travel down her neck.
The light flits of pleasure transformed into a burning tether straight to her sex when he fastened his mouth over a nipple. He sucked her peaked flesh, and each flick of his tongue tugged on the tether.
Gideon grasped her thighs again, hauling her up to place her on the bed while Hara gripped the front of his undone shirt and pulled him on top of her. Every part of him was hard and warm.
“All I could think about during those endless hours, through the dull conversations with merchants and ambassadors, was the way you came on me this morning,” he whispered, grazing her nipple with his teeth. “I was hard all evening. I kept needing to adjust myself not to show it.”
He sat up on his knees and let his shirt fall from his shoulders, tossing it to the side. There was nothing extraabout him, only enough spare corded muscle to lend a graceful masculinity to his form. He leaned over her and made a hot trail between her breasts with his tongue. Hara gripped his hair as his mouth made a rough, wet journey to the underside of her breast. He found her nipple again, and a sound escaped his chest as he clasped it into his mouth, laving and nipping until Hara felt her wetness running down onto the bed.
Seeking some relief, she moved her hips to press herself onto the stiff erection straining his trousers.
He stopped abruptly and looked up to her with raw hunger.
“I can feel you,” he said. “You’re soaking through, onto me.”
Hara stopped writhing and flushed in embarrassment, but he smoothed a thumb over her hot cheek.
“I love it, Hara. I love how eager you are for this.”
With a deft motion, he undid the fastening of his trousers and slid them down his hips. He began to rub his burning hot erection onto her, closing his eyes as he was coated in her arousal. When he stopped, Hara let out a small moan of frustration.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Lay on your stomach. I want to taste you,”
Hara turned over, her breaths coming quickly. He bent her legs and spread her open, pulling her hips slightly upwards. Then he leaned down and swiped his tongue along her wetness.
“Oh!” Hara breathed, shocked at the warmth. The way he had her spread made her feel completely exposed as he began to slide his tongue across her most sensitive places. Lovers had done this with her before, but softly, briefly.
Gideon licked at her as though he wanted to eat her alive.
She shivered as he suckled her clitoris, stroking over the burning peak with the roughness of his tongue as he did.She could already feel herself straining with the beginning of a climax when he moved higher, kissing and caressing her cleft as he would her mouth. He stroked every fold and parting, leaving no crease unexplored by his tongue.
It felt so intimate that she whimpered, and she felt her inner thighs growing wet from him. His breaths were hot and rapid against her flesh, and all at once Hara felt herself rising, cresting, and shattering as she came on his tongue. As she did, he slipped it as deep as he could go, letting out a hungry groan of pleasure.
“The taste of you. I love it,” he said between kisses to her inner thighs. His tongue began to flutter over her in gentle caresses, and Hara gripped the sheets.
Gideon waited until she began to shudder with release again, and then he landed wet kisses on the round firmness of her backside, sucking her flesh and squeezing her thighs, spreading them wider.
“Please, Gideon,” she whispered, her orgasm cut short.
He crawled up her body, landing soft kisses on her back and shoulders. She would have been content if he mounted her from behind, but he gently turned her so that she was looking up at him. His cock had been stiff before, but now it burned and pulsed against her hip.
“Do you know the first time I thought about doing that?” he said, his face half in shadow.
Hara shook her head.
“That first night we washed the dishes together. You had gone out to see that man who chopped your wood, and I didn’t like it.”
“You were jealous?” Hara said, secretly pleased.
“I couldn’t stop imagining if it was me in your bed instead. I’ve thought about opening your legs every day since then.”
He kissed her deeply, and Hara could taste herself on his lips. She felt as though she had been conquered, but somehow, she liked the feeling.
If he was being honest, she may as well confess, too.
“The first time I wanted you was after I dyed your hair. You looked so handsome, I wanted to climb into your lap and ride you.”
“Mmm,” he said, nuzzling into her neck. “That was when we agreed it would be a bad idea to sleep with each other.”
