Nassakth growls low in his throat and kisses me, hot and full of promise. “You wish to touch like we did the other day? To explore each other under the water?”
“Actually, I want to clean this noli off of you. But I can tell that’s not really factoring into your mind, is it?” When he begins to drag his cock against me again, I bite back a moan of my own and wriggle underneath him. If I don’t do something, we’re going to be here all night. “Slapjack. Slapjack.”
Nassakth immediately goes still. He rolls off of me, and the dazed look in his eyes turns to one of confused chagrin. “Did I…am I scaring you?”
I get to my feet, flustered and aroused. My knees feel weak and my pulse feels as if it’s going to leap right out of my body. “We need to go inside, Nassakth. Please.” When his eyes narrow, I reach out and caress his lightly furred jaw. “You think I want to stop now? Hardly. But there are more comfortable places to do this, and I know you’ll be more comfortable if you get that pollen off of you…”
The words die in my throat because the moment my praxiian hears I’m still on board, he scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the barn, toward the house.
Well…that’s one way to get what I want.
Nassakth holds me in his arms like my weight is nothing, and we make it to the bathroom incredibly fast for a guy all hopped up on noli. He doesn’t want to set me down, just gets into the shower box and begins to nuzzle at my skin.
“I will get the cuffs,” he tells me, though he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He’s too busy nipping along my jaw and teasing his way toward my ear.
“No cuffs,” I breathe. “I trust you.”
His groan is so deep that it makes me quiver. “Are you sure, Kim?”
I think of how quickly he stopped when I said the safe word, and I’m confident in his reaction if I get overwhelmed again. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him towards me for a kiss. “Very sure.”
43
KIM
No cuffs. The moment I speak the words, I’m unafraid. This is Nassakth, and I trust him. Of course there will be no cuffs between us. He’s proved himself a dozen times over in the short time that I’ve known him. He’s hurting and needy and there’s nothing I want more than to make him feel better.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t utterly exhilarated myself. I’m wet and aching and I want more, too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our time in the shower, when I made him come and then shamelessly rubbed myself all over his leg until I came, too. It should have been a weird moment, and instead, it felt good and right and made me so…happy.
I don’t know why he was rolling around in noli in the middle of the night, but I know what needs to be done to help him, and so I gently slide out of his arms. I turn the water on and steer him under the stream. “Let’s get you cleaned off.”
Nassakth grunts something unintelligible and pulls me in against him. “Want to bury my mouth in that sweet cunt of yours, Kim.” His voice is husky and low, aching with need. “I want to lick you until you’re screaming and my ears are trapped between your thighs. I want you to come on my face, until you’re juicy and ripe, and then I’m going to kef you so hard that your toes will never uncurl.”
I gasp, clinging to him, because oh, that is a filthy visual, and I want it more than anything. He doesn’t have to touch me to make my toes permanently curl, because hearing him say that has already made that happen. “Nassakth,” I manage to choke out. “This isn’t about me right now. Let’s get this pollen off of you—”
“I could lift you to my mouth right now, Kim,” he croons at me, still incredibly noli drunk as I tug on his tunic. “You weigh nothing in my arms. I could lift you in my arms right here and slide your thighs over my shoulder and just have you ride my face until you bathe it with your sweetness.”
Dear lord. I think of how he tugged my panties aside