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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 232 из 293My mouth is full of the ripe, firm flesh, but with this plum, filling my mouth was only the beginning, so much left to swallow. The warm thick firmness of the fruit doesn’t writhe in your mouth, as you move over it. It doesn’t cry out as you lick along it inside your mouth.
Kitto’s hands dug at the towels underneath him, bunching them in his hands, clutching the only thing he could find while he rode the pleasure.
Nicca’s hands stroked along my ass, making me writhe and push myself against him, but he kept me from more of his body. He cupped my buttocks in both his hands, and the feel of him holding me like that made me suck at Kitto, hard and fast. Kitto cried out. I waited for Nicca to push himself against me, but nothing came, nothing but the promise of his hands on me.
Galen said what I was thinking. “Consort save us, Nicca, finish it.” It made me roll my eyes past Kitto, to my green man as he knelt near Kitto’s head on the edge of the towels.
Nicca’s fingertips dug into my flesh, just a little, no nails, just the strength in his fingers that let me know that if he wished he could plunge his fingers inside my flesh. So strong, so very strong.
I writhed for him, and had to fight not to be too fierce on the tender flesh inside my mouth. I had to raise my mouth off of Kitto for a moment. Had to catch my breath, and fight off the urge to bite down. I kept one hand on the base of him, but changed the grip, so that my hand covered as much of him as I could. I came up off of his body with my hand already stroking his wet, quivering shaft.
I looked back at Nicca who was kneeling behind me, but no longer touching me. He looked brown and perfect kneeling there, with his hair still wet from the tub, clinging to his body in thick strands that tangled around his shoulders, arms, waist, and legs. His wings rose against all that chocolate-colored goodness like some spun sugar fantasy. I had a moment of regret about him going elsewhere, but only a moment. I wanted him happy more than I wanted him.
“Why were you waiting?”
“You are sending me to what amounts to my marriage bed, Merry. If this is to be my last time with you, I would like it to be exactly as I want it. You can say no.”
I had to smile. “Ask, and I’ll know the answer.” Then I thought of something. “Are you unhappy about Biddy?”
“No,” he said, but he frowned. “No, but there will be things I will miss.”
“Such as?” I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I truly wanted to know.
It was his turn to smile.
Kitto’s hands dug at the towels underneath him, bunching them in his hands, clutching the only thing he could find while he rode the pleasure.
Nicca’s hands stroked along my ass, making me writhe and push myself against him, but he kept me from more of his body. He cupped my buttocks in both his hands, and the feel of him holding me like that made me suck at Kitto, hard and fast. Kitto cried out. I waited for Nicca to push himself against me, but nothing came, nothing but the promise of his hands on me.
Galen said what I was thinking. “Consort save us, Nicca, finish it.” It made me roll my eyes past Kitto, to my green man as he knelt near Kitto’s head on the edge of the towels.
Nicca’s fingertips dug into my flesh, just a little, no nails, just the strength in his fingers that let me know that if he wished he could plunge his fingers inside my flesh. So strong, so very strong.
I writhed for him, and had to fight not to be too fierce on the tender flesh inside my mouth. I had to raise my mouth off of Kitto for a moment. Had to catch my breath, and fight off the urge to bite down. I kept one hand on the base of him, but changed the grip, so that my hand covered as much of him as I could. I came up off of his body with my hand already stroking his wet, quivering shaft.
I looked back at Nicca who was kneeling behind me, but no longer touching me. He looked brown and perfect kneeling there, with his hair still wet from the tub, clinging to his body in thick strands that tangled around his shoulders, arms, waist, and legs. His wings rose against all that chocolate-colored goodness like some spun sugar fantasy. I had a moment of regret about him going elsewhere, but only a moment. I wanted him happy more than I wanted him.
“Why were you waiting?”
“You are sending me to what amounts to my marriage bed, Merry. If this is to be my last time with you, I would like it to be exactly as I want it. You can say no.”
I had to smile. “Ask, and I’ll know the answer.” Then I thought of something. “Are you unhappy about Biddy?”
“No,” he said, but he frowned. “No, but there will be things I will miss.”
“Such as?” I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I truly wanted to know.
It was his turn to smile.