The Girl Who Fell From The Sky - Rebecca Royce Page 0,48

thought, oh no, now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve turned him off for real this time. But then both his hands dropped to my waist, and before I realized what was happening, he had the pajama top up and over my head. He flung it out into the room, and cool night air met my skin.

“That’s why you’re on top,” he said. “Your pace, Bianca, your first night. Show me what you want.”

Torrin’s thoughtfulness caught me off guard, but in retrospect, it probably shouldn’t have. He was a tactician, always thinking several steps ahead of everybody else. And clearly, he had done this before, so I relaxed and sank into the yearning, pulling sensation.

I drew my knees in close to his hips and knelt, moving his hands until they were at the band of my pajama bottoms. “Here,” I said. “Touch me here.”

He pushed the trousers down until they rode low on my hips and stroked long fingers beneath, delving through thatch and folds to find the slick, superheated point of my arousal. Oh holies. All holies. This was the ecstasy the priests sang of, ten thousand times better than a prayer. I tried to pinch my eyes shut and bite my lip to keep from crying out, but a mewl escaped. His finger paused.

“There?”

I was beyond words and could only emit something vaguely mmm-hmm-ish.

He circled the spot, slow and torturous, pausing intermittently to press, and each time he did, my body convulsed. I was shaking, moaning, wanting to writhe. And beneath my pajamas, I could feel the shape of him growing longer, harder as I rode him. The pajamas themselves were too much. I needed them gone. His too. I needed to feel him, just Torrin, skin to skin, against me and inside me, but as much as I wanted all of this, I couldn’t pull away. The connection between us, his fingers on my clitoris—pinching now, all ancients and holies yes—was inexorable, untenable. I was breaking and loving every second of it.

And then he withdrew his touch. Pulled his hand away. Abruptly. I almost wept.

“Pajamas,” Torrin rasped in a voice completely lacking his usual control. “Off. Now.”

Ha! He might have said he was following my lead, my pace, but he just couldn’t abandon command entirely, could he?

That was fine by me. Right then, I wanted nothing more than for him to tell me what to do, to dictate how we would make this ache riding through me stop. I needed…I needed him to do something.

Both of us finally naked, he flipped me onto my back and moved until his head was positioned right by my most private spots.

“It is my pleasure to teach you things tonight. I have a feeling before very long, you’ll be instructing me, and I’ll gladly beg you for it.”

He’d beg me? I didn’t know what I’d say, because he quickly distracted me by placing a kiss on one of my thighs. I sucked in my breath. Was this allowed? Was this something that people…did?

Torrin kissed my other thigh, and I shuddered.

“Is this…is this…normal?” I managed to voice my question.

He nuzzled my thigh as he answered me. “There’s no such thing as normal. There is only the pleasure that two people can give each other in the heat of the night. And sometimes the heat of the day, too. And sometimes, it’s more than just one-to-one. Whatever people consent to, that is what is.”

I’d have to dwell on that later. For now, I couldn’t think as he pushed my legs apart. Why had he done that? What was he…?

His mouth pressed down, kissing me there. I gasped and might have closed my legs, except that his hand on my knee stopped me from doing so. Slowly, ever so slowly, he licked me. I moaned, the sensations surprising me. What was happening?

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I woke up throbbing. A bundle of nerves always seemed to be the cause, and the only relief, particularly when I was young, was to rub against my pillow until it stopped. This felt like that, only so much more intense. What was I going to do? Could I rub against his tongue?

And then…oh by the holies…he found that bundle of nerves. I gasped and couldn’t have controlled what I did next if I’d tried, which I absolutely didn’t try to do. Why? Well, because Torrin really seemed to like it.

He moaned, and the noise spurred me forward. I rode his tongue, the more he licked,