Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
"We can do that," I agree. It's just a bit of cunnilingus, right? And I'm going to be the one that ends up winning in this scenario, since it's being performed on me. Even so, it feels a bit like I'm giving in, like I'm falling for his plan…whatever that plan may be. I don't entirely trust it, or him…but I can't see a reason to deprive myself. "As long as that's all it is."
Azar nods. "That is all I ask." He puts a hand on my hip and steers me in front of him. "Now, sit on the table. I wish to savor my dessert."
I blink, surprised…and I still sit on the edge of the table, resting my weight there. "Here? Now?"
He looks up at me, running a hand down my skirt-covered leg. "Must we only do it in bed? Are there rules I'm unaware of?"
"No rules," I breathe, nudging the candelabra out of the way. "It's just…someone might come in."
"No one will come in," he reassures me, pushing my skirts up. God, I don't think I've ever seen his eyes such a dark gold. Strangely enough, the sight of that turns me on as much as his eager hands. "They know if they disturb me when I am with my consort, I will destroy them."
Big words, but I've yet to see Azar “destroy” anyone. Can he be cold and brutally efficient sometimes? Yes. Does he miss cues and niceties that people normally expect? Yes. But destroying? I'm starting to think he talks a bigger game than anything. "What about learning to read? Isn't that why we're here?"
He gently helps me onto my back, cradling a warm hand at the base of my neck, and I'm oddly touched. He's treating me like I'm a fragile, precious gift that he has to protect, and instead of shoving me backward, he's making certain that I'm comfortable. It's that extra step that decides me. When I recline, I spread my legs apart, propping a foot up on the arm of his chair. There's a fascinated look on his face, with a hint of reverence as he pushes my skirts up past my thighs.
"Time for books tomorrow," he murmurs, and brushes his lips against my knee.
Which reminds me…
I sit up, and when Azar glances up at me, I touch a finger under his chin. "One small change," I murmur. I lean in and brush my lips over his. "I think we should kiss."
He goes completely still as my mouth touches his, and when I pull back, his heavily lidded eyes regard mine. "A human custom?"
"Oh yes. And one I insist on." It feels weird to think about his mouth on my pussy and not ever kissing. Doesn't seem right, and I figure if we're doing one intimate thing, we should do the other. So I slide my arms around his neck and rub my nose against his, my lips flirtingly close. "I'm going to put my mouth on yours, and then I'm going to give you my tongue."
Azar lets out a ragged breath. "Why?"
I slide a hand into the waterfall of his pale gold hair. "Because it creates intimacy. Because it shows affection and helps establish a bond between you and your lover." I press my lips to his again. "Because it feels good. Slippery and strange, but good." I kiss him again, feather-light. "And because sometimes you need that intimacy and don't have time to eat pussy."
He seems entranced by my nearness, unable to look away from my lips. "I will always make time for that," he vows, voice fervent. "Simply ask and I shall do as you command."
"You can just tell me if you don't like it," I whisper, letting my breath fan across his skin. "We won't do it again if you don't."
"I will like it."
Azar sounds utterly convinced of this, but I've had far too many bad, wet kissers in the past to be as certain as him. In a way, it's good that he's never kissed before. I can teach him how to do it properly, just the way I like, and I won't have to worry about him jackhammering away at the roof of my mouth. I run my thumb along his lower lip, and when his lips part slightly for me, I lean in and graze my mouth against his again. We kiss a few times like that, tentative, exploratory kisses that send pleasant tingles through my body…and then I dip my tongue into his mouth.
I feel him tense under me, taking in the change in sensation. Then, his arms tighten around my waist and he groans into my mouth, the sound hungry and intense. I slick my tongue against his, and he's just as startlingly warm as before, his mouth sweet. His tongue dips against mine, flirting lightly, and I'm shocked that when he kisses me back, he's good at it. There's no awkward stabbing of his tongue, no slobber, just the play of his tongue against mine. It leaves me breathless, and when I pull back to catch my breath, I'm the one that's dazed.