“To pleasure me with your hand—” He wrapped his fingers around hers and drew them upward to the head of his cock. “You stroke me here.” He pumped into her hand twice. “Then slide your hand downward and back up.” He held out his other hand to her. Tentatively she placed hers in his. He drew it downward and cupped her hand against his tight sack. “Massage here, but gently.”
With perfect pressure, she rubbed her fingers along his balls, the tip of her index finger stroking the sensitive skin just behind. Siban’s head fell back to rest against his shoulders.
“Yes, just like that.”
For several minutes, Rell experimented with different pressures and speeds, pumping her hand down the length of him. He gripped the bedpost, not wanting to stop her, but unsure if he could hold his climax much longer.
The innocence of her exploration only heightened the pleasure she was giving him. Without warning she stopped and looked up at him. “Can I pleasure you with my mouth?”
Bless the Saints, his knees nearly buckled. He only hoped he could contain himself long enough to teach her what she needed to know. “Yes, you can.”
“And do you like it?”
“Yes.” His answer came out raspy and forced. “Very much.”
She smiled, her grin a little too mischievous. “Then teach me.”
He fumbled for a simple explanation—one that wouldn’t frighten or disgust her. “Basically everything you’ve done with your hand, you do with your mouth.”
She paused for only a second before lowering her head to his cock and taking him into her mouth. Moist heat surrounded him, making him grow larger. Her eyes rounded and she pulled free and examined his thick shaft. “It moves, as if it’s alive.”
He cleared his throat. “Because what you’re doing feels very good.”
“Ah.” She turned her attention back to his cock and took him into her mouth again.
Siban’s grip tightened on the bedpost, trying to resist the urge to push into her. Her lips traveled farther along his shaft with each seesaw motion she made, until she’d taken the full length of him. The erotic view of her head moving back and forth heightened the pleasure of the experience, increasing the building sensation at the base of his cock.
When her hand cupped his sac and she took him deep once again, Siban thought he would die. Unable to control himself, he threaded his fingers through her hair and fisted it at the back of her head. With little pulses he pumped into her mouth, making sure not to choke her.
Rell slid from the bed and knelt in front of him, continuing to worship him with her mouth. Though tentative at first, her actions became bolder. Releasing his cock, she wrapped her arm around his hip and grabbed his ass, gently pushing him back and forth.
He let her take the lead, the experience of being at her mercy lending an erotic spin that drove him near the edge. Sparks of pleasure prickled at the base of his cock and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to withstand the sublime torture much longer.
“Rell, I’m going to come.”
He tried to pull away, but she made a sound of protest and held him tight to her mouth. The hand cupping his balls moved to grip his cock, her mouth working up and down with a rapid rhythm. After every three or four strokes she would pause at the tip and suck, and then resume the motion.
Unable to pull her free and not wanting to, Siban rode the wave of pleasure building inside him. Her hand moved down his shaft, quickly massaged his balls and continued back up to stroke him as her mouth sucked the head.
Words became impossible and he was unable to warn her when his climax hit. He gripped her head with both hands to hold her steady, pumped twice into her mouth and came. She squeaked. Instantly he released her, but she didn’t pull away, but instead took every drop of him.
His body convulsed and the sensitivity around the head of his cock became excruciatingly wonderful. She released his ass but continued to gently, almost lovingly, lick him until the last shiver of pleasure had rippled through his body.
Unable to stand any longer, Siban lifted Rell from her kneeling position and fell onto the bed. Her arms went around him and he buried his face against her neck, trying to catch his breath. When finally he could speak, he pulled back. “Thank you.”
“By your reaction I guess I did it correctly?”
He laughed. “I’d say you have a natural talent for it.” He rolled Rell onto her back and covered her body with his. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”
With one hand she brushed his hair out of his face. “Not tonight.”
Confused, Siban furrowed his brow. “But I want to. It’s not fair that I should find my release but you don’t.”
“Let me give this to you.” She ran her hand along his shoulder. “The best thing you could do for me tonight is hold me in your arms.”
Though disappointed, an inkling of understanding trickled in. She’d assessed that by giving him release, it would allay some of his anxiety. What she needed was to feel safe. He nodded.
“Come, let’s get you undressed.” He slid from the bed and held out his hand. She eyed him suspiciously. “I promise I will only hold you in my arms.” He arched a brow. “Unless you beg me for more.” He pulled her to her feet. “Then I will be very willing to oblige you, my lady.”
With slow movements he unlaced her tunic and pulled it over her head. The garment she wore underneath was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It came just below her breasts and had long ties that wrapped around her torso, causing the material to crisscross. He unwound the ties and scooped the garment from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. His fingers itched to strum the pink tips, but he resisted the urge, determined to keep his promise to her.
He knelt and lifted her right foot, pulling the soft boot free, and then repeated the action on her left. The smooth skin of her stomach and upturn of her breasts taunted him to let his fingers stray up her soft belly. Instead he untied the lace at her waist and slid her pants free. Now before him, she stood completely bare. Rell watched him as if assessing his strength of will.
Determined to prove himself, he stood and pulled back the covers. “My lady.”
Rell smiled and climbed onto the bed. He followed her and wrapped her in his arms, pulling the duvet over the top of them. She snuggled against him, her firm curves pressing against him and causing his cock to tighten again, though she seemed not to notice.
“What are you thinking about?” He ran his fingers along her arm. “You seem preoccupied.”
Her index finger made small loops on his chest. “I’m sorry.”
His hand stopped. “Are you thinking about Icarus?”
It took a few seconds for her to reply. “Yes.” She rolled to look at him. “I know you don’t agree with me, Siban, but I cannot help how I feel.”
“You’re right, I will never agree with you when it comes to that demon.” Jealousy bit at him and it took all his strength not to point out that thinking about another man, whether human or Bane, while naked in bed with her lover was the worst kind of insult. “I don’t wish to talk about him.”
She didn’t speak for a long time and Siban could feel the tension in her pose. Though he wished he could stand united with her when it came to Icarus, his history with the Bane would not allow him to.
After several minutes Rell said, “Get some sleep. We leave early.”
He swallowed his ire, not wanting to start out their journey with anger between them, and kissed her on the forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
They lay wrapped in each other’s arms for some time before his eyelids grew heavy. Rell’s chest rose and fell with a deep and even rhythm. He tightened his hold, nestled her closer, and closed his eyes. At least for the moment she was his. Tomorrow he and Luc would save the Bringers from their own stupidity and rid them of Icarus once and for all.