squirming rapture began to grow in the pit of Naya’s belly. Gods, she loved him. She loved him, was in lust with him, and she trusted him. She squirmed, feeling hot and excited and bold. “Next, you…next, you tie me to the bed.”
Dreylan lifted one eyebrow, his eyes smoldering. “Do I?”
Naya felt her cheeks burn. She swallowed, the tension in her core building. “Yes. And after you’ve tied me to the bed, you kiss your way down my body, from my fingertips, to my neck, my breasts and belly, and then my…” Her bravado faltered.
“Your…?” Dreylan prompted. His cock pressed to her sex.
“To my pussy.”
“And what do I do there?”
“I’ll tell you after you tie me up.”
Without saying a word, he levered himself upright and walked across the small space of his quarters. Retrieving something from the room’s lockbox, he returned to the bed. He studied her for a moment, a question in his eyes. Are you sure?
Naya nodded, the constricting flutter in her sex increasing.
Lowering himself over her body, Dreylan gently took her wrists and slowly slid his hands up the mattress, stretching her arms toward the top of the bed. There was a soft click and Naya suddenly felt the cool slickness of wrapping around her wrists.
A thrill rippled through her, tight and damp and warm.
“Now,” Dreylan murmured, looking at her with simmering desire. “What do I do to your pussy?”
“You lick it.”
His nostrils flared. “Done.”
With infinite care, he began to kiss her fingers, taking each in his mouth, tracing its length with his tongue before nipping the very tips in a gentle bite that he soothed with sucking pressure. Naya closed her eyes, letting the sultry sensations roll through her. From her fingers, palms, wrists, down to her very core. His lips followed the same path, nipping here, nuzzling there, scoring a line down the insides of her arms—first the left, then the right—until he encountered her jaw.
She rolled her head to the side, a moan vibrating in her throat as he kissed her neck, her ear, the tiny pulse beating wildly below her jaw.
Without breaking contact with her fevered flesh, he moved to her collarbone, his hands echoing the path his lips traversed. He cupped each breast, dragging his thumb over one pinched nipple while his mouth cherished the other.
Naya pulled in a shaky breath. Gods, what had she been thinking, starting this game? She was going to die of exquisite pleasure before he even made it to—
“Your stomach was next, if I remember correctly?”
His deep murmur played with her senses, but before she could croak out a confirmation, his teeth were nipping a lazy line over her rib cage, her abdomen, coming to rest at the shallow dent of her bellybutton.
He spent a long moment there, placing tiny kisses around its circumference, dipping into the hollow with his tongue, blowing a cool breath on her kiss-dampened skin.
Naya whimpered, squirmed beneath him. She felt on fire. Dreylan’s mouth was setting her alight. She wanted to tell him to stop, to keep going, but the words stayed locked in her throat, trapped by the wave of rapture rolling over her. All she could manage was another inarticulate moan.
Oh gods…
Dreylan lifted his head, as if hearing her desperate plea. The grin still played with his lips, but his eyes burned with undeniable passion. “Remind me again, Naya? What I am to do?”
Naya swallowed. “Lick my pussy.”
His tongue slid along the swollen lips of her sex before flicking at the soft hood hiding her clitoris. “Like that?” he asked, studying her face over the length of her body.
Naya swallowed again. Or at least tried to. Her throat seemed made from dust.
He lowered his head to the junction of her thighs again and traced the softness of her labia with his tongue, delving a little deeper into her sex to find her clit. He rolled his tongue over its shape and Naya gasped. Liquid heat began to pool in the pit of her belly; the soles of her
Dreylan lifted one eyebrow, his eyes smoldering. “Do I?”
Naya felt her cheeks burn. She swallowed, the tension in her core building. “Yes. And after you’ve tied me to the bed, you kiss your way down my body, from my fingertips, to my neck, my breasts and belly, and then my…” Her bravado faltered.
“Your…?” Dreylan prompted. His cock pressed to her sex.
“To my pussy.”
“And what do I do there?”
“I’ll tell you after you tie me up.”
Without saying a word, he levered himself upright and walked across the small space of his quarters. Retrieving something from the room’s lockbox, he returned to the bed. He studied her for a moment, a question in his eyes. Are you sure?
Naya nodded, the constricting flutter in her sex increasing.
Lowering himself over her body, Dreylan gently took her wrists and slowly slid his hands up the mattress, stretching her arms toward the top of the bed. There was a soft click and Naya suddenly felt the cool slickness of wrapping around her wrists.
A thrill rippled through her, tight and damp and warm.
“Now,” Dreylan murmured, looking at her with simmering desire. “What do I do to your pussy?”
“You lick it.”
His nostrils flared. “Done.”
With infinite care, he began to kiss her fingers, taking each in his mouth, tracing its length with his tongue before nipping the very tips in a gentle bite that he soothed with sucking pressure. Naya closed her eyes, letting the sultry sensations roll through her. From her fingers, palms, wrists, down to her very core. His lips followed the same path, nipping here, nuzzling there, scoring a line down the insides of her arms—first the left, then the right—until he encountered her jaw.
She rolled her head to the side, a moan vibrating in her throat as he kissed her neck, her ear, the tiny pulse beating wildly below her jaw.
Without breaking contact with her fevered flesh, he moved to her collarbone, his hands echoing the path his lips traversed. He cupped each breast, dragging his thumb over one pinched nipple while his mouth cherished the other.
Naya pulled in a shaky breath. Gods, what had she been thinking, starting this game? She was going to die of exquisite pleasure before he even made it to—
“Your stomach was next, if I remember correctly?”
His deep murmur played with her senses, but before she could croak out a confirmation, his teeth were nipping a lazy line over her rib cage, her abdomen, coming to rest at the shallow dent of her bellybutton.
He spent a long moment there, placing tiny kisses around its circumference, dipping into the hollow with his tongue, blowing a cool breath on her kiss-dampened skin.
Naya whimpered, squirmed beneath him. She felt on fire. Dreylan’s mouth was setting her alight. She wanted to tell him to stop, to keep going, but the words stayed locked in her throat, trapped by the wave of rapture rolling over her. All she could manage was another inarticulate moan.
Oh gods…
Dreylan lifted his head, as if hearing her desperate plea. The grin still played with his lips, but his eyes burned with undeniable passion. “Remind me again, Naya? What I am to do?”
Naya swallowed. “Lick my pussy.”
His tongue slid along the swollen lips of her sex before flicking at the soft hood hiding her clitoris. “Like that?” he asked, studying her face over the length of her body.
Naya swallowed again. Or at least tried to. Her throat seemed made from dust.
He lowered his head to the junction of her thighs again and traced the softness of her labia with his tongue, delving a little deeper into her sex to find her clit. He rolled his tongue over its shape and Naya gasped. Liquid heat began to pool in the pit of her belly; the soles of her
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