“Kah quaxi, Lahnahsahna Circe, nahna quaxi,” he grunted, his h*ps rotated the other way, that felt better and he kept taking me, slow and sweet.
My eyes opened and my hand slid back up his belly to his chest as I breathed, “Baby.”
That must have been what he was looking for because he lowered his body to mine and I took his heat on my fevered, burning skin and didn’t care. I simply wound my limbs around him, pulling him closer.
“Ruhnoo kah quaxi, Circe, ruhnoo kah xac,”****
“Yes,” I whispered as his h*ps rotated again and his thrusts got marginally faster. “Mayoo, Lahn.”
“Me,” he denied. “Ruhnoo kah quaxi.”
“Okay,” I breathed as the slow burn built.
“Ruhnoo kah xac, kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled.
“Yes,” I repeated, lifting my h*ps to receive all of him and he gave it to me, slow, slow, then faster and faster until we were both breathing heavily, I knew I was close again and the whole time his painted black eyes never left mine.
“Lahn,” I whispered when it started, my limbs getting tighter, my hands, which had been roaming his back, his ass, his shoulders, his arms, clenched him to me.
“Ruhnoo kay,” he grunted, putting power behind his thrusts, my frame jerking with them and that was it. My body arced from the small of my back to my head, pressing into his as an orgasm as slow and sweet as his lovemaking swept through me.
Then I kept taking him, his face now in my neck, his driving c**k jerking me with every thrust, his grunts sounding against my skin until he pounded in slow, his h*ps rotating with each thrust, again and again and again as he groaned in my neck.
He stayed still for long moments before he pulled out and slid off, his slick skin gliding against mine.
Then he was on his side, head in hand, elbow in the pillows, one leg cocked with his foot in the bed, the other leg the length of mine (and longer). He watched in the candlelight as his hand slid through the black paint he’d transferred to me, over my chest, between my br**sts, down, down, between my legs then his finger slid over my clit, making my h*ps jerk lightly and a noise escaped my throat.
His sexy, sated eyes came to mine and his hand moved back up, now trailing our combined wetness through the paint on my skin to come to rest light on my belly.
“Kah quaxi, nahna quaxi,” he whispered and I had no idea what that meant but whatever it was, it was important to him.
“Okay,” I said softly.
“No,” he whispered back and leaned an inch into me, “good.”
I wished he wouldn’t be like this, for instance, great in bed and sometimes so damned sweet.
“Right,” I muttered, “good.”
He grinned at me, bent his head and ran his tongue along my shoulder. Then he settled down on his side but not on me like the last two nights, just beside me. He grabbed my hand, cocked my arm and held it against his chest but that was it.
He was minding the burn.
Shit, shit, he could be sweet.
Damn.
Then again, I reminded myself, I wouldn’t have the burn if it wasn’t for him.
I turned my head to look at him.
“Trahyoo, kah fauna,” he whispered, his hand pressing mine to his chest.
There it was again, kah fauna. His doe. Now I had three. Not knowing what it meant, it felt nice. Knowing what it meant, it felt freaking great.
Damn.
“All right, Lahn,” I whispered back, he tipped his chin back and closed his eyes.