Page 133 of Fallen Stars
Like many Altalunians’ then.
“Silver,” he repeated. “I’d take your silver hair and run it through my hands, brushing the velvet skin just below your ear.”
She sighed.
“You’d release a breath, just like that, as you felt the roughness of my thumb scrape your sensitive skin. Then I’d trail my thumb down your neck and watch as your pulse thrummed under my touch.”
He was getting carried away, the wine making him even braver than usual.
“And then?” she breathed. His blood was heating at the irregular cadence of her words, as though they were tumbling out of her.
“And then I’d reach the little dip at the base of your throat and bring my lips an inch from yours as I asked if you liked my touch soft or rough.”
“Soft,” came the whispered reply.
He smiled. “Soft,” he repeated. “Well, then I’d graze my fingers down your stomach as you writhed below me. I’d sink my hands into your hips. And just as you began to beg me to do something more—”
“I don’t beg,” came the reply.
Adrian smirked. “Oh, you will.”
He heard yet another hitched breath and bit his lip to stop his grin.
“So where were we? After youbeggedme to do more, to touch you right where you’re already beginning to throb, I’d slowly, ever so slowly, skim down to your precious, wet cunt.”
He heard Oceanne curse. “You have a filthy mouth, pirate,” she strangled out.
“Oh, just you wait and see, siren.”
He adjusted his britches, an erection growing and straining painfully against them.
“Carry on,” Oceanne murmured, and he bit back a groan.
“I’d part you with two fingers and watch how you moaned as cool air hit you. Then right as you softened completely into my arms, I’d sink my fingers inside of you. And you’d be wet. So, so wet for me.”
He heard Oceanne moan, the most delicious sound his ears had ever had the pleasure of hearing, and he sat up straight.
“Oceanne,” he growled, “are you touching yourself?”
There was another moan, and the sound went immediately to his cock.
“Yes,” she strangled out.
Well, holy fuck.He passed a hand over his face.
“I want—” she seemed to take a breath. “I want you to, as well.”
Adrian did not need asking twice. “Fuck,” he murmured, unbuttoning his trousers and desperately squeezing at his hard, painful erection.
“Gods, Oceanne. I’ve never done this before,” he breathed, squeezing himself through his underpants again.
He heard a replying pant.
“Keep going,” she breathed from below.
He let out a grunt of frustration, wishing her body was beneath his. “I’d sink my fingers into that warmth and taste your moan as I worked you until you were slick with your own desire. And then, just as you were on the brink of coming, Oceanne, it wouldn’t be my hands you felt anymore, but my tongue.”
“Oh.”