He was, as ever, ready for me. My eyes dropped and I had visual proof.
Mm.
I felt a rush of heat between my legs and automatically my eyes went half mast.
I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this so I decided I might as well do as my king commanded and start now.
I peeled his hides back and my present was instantly revealed.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered, wrapped my fist around the base, moved in and my eyes lifted to my husband to watch his face as I commenced with performing my wifely duties.
I was right, I enjoyed it.
But I knew for a fact my husband enjoyed it more.
* * * * *
The tent was filled with candlelight and I was naked, on my side in bed with Lahn, the sheet up to our waists, his arms around me, our eyes were locked.
My hand slid to his chest.
“Chest,” I whispered.
He tipped his face forward until his forehead was resting against mine.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back, I blinked then remembered I called his body fantastic when I was ranting and I was surprised, and impressed, that he heard the word and remembered it through the translation.
Jeez, he was good.
“Yes, baby, fantastic,” I replied softly and slid my hand up his chest to his face. “Cheek,” I told him when my hand rested against his, it moved and I touched his eye with my fingertips, both of them closed and I kept going, “Eye,” then down, his eyes opened and then I whispered, “Lips,” when my fingers touched there.
Those lips smiled then my hand sifted back into his hair that I’d let loose earlier.
“Hair,” I said quietly.
He grinned. “Gorgeous.”
There it was again.
I grinned back. “Yeah, definitely gorgeous,” I agreed, my fingers gliding down through the thick mass and his hand moved from my waist, over my hip, down my thigh which he lifted and hooked over his hip.
Then it slid back up my thigh to my hip and up to my breast where he cupped it, gave it a gentle squeeze and lightly pressed his forehead against mine.
I got what he wanted. “Breast,” I told him on a whisper.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back and my belly dipped.
His thumb slid gently over my nipple and I pressed my lips together at the sensation that caused then breathed, “Nipple.”
I watched his eyelids lower slightly and damn, it was sexy.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured and my belly warmed.
His hand released my breast and glided down, his fingers curled in so when he stroked my belly, he did it using the backs of them.
“Belly,” I said softly.
“Mm,” he mumbled and that rough sound glided through me like a soft touch.