Page 54 of The Last Hunt
“Fuck - Maeve -” Aethon groans.
She moves over him, loving the heavy, hot feel of him in her mouth, on her tongue. He tastes like salt and musk. Maeve feels him trembling beneath her, holding himself back from thrusting. She moves off of him, and then licks down the side of his shaft with the flat of her tongue.
“You can touch me, if you want,” she murmurs. She presses a kiss above the curly thatch of hair at the base of his cock, her hand still working him slowly.
His fingers thread into her hair, grabbing on close to her head. She smiles and continues working him with her hand. She swallows him down again, and Aethon’s grip tightens in her hair, bringing a tiny edge of pain to the moment. Maeve feels herself get slicker between her thighs, that knot of pleasure in her stomach throbbing with need.
After a minute, Aethon pulls her off his cock. He takes her by the hips, flipping them both over so she’s leaning on the pillows with him over her, his eyes amber bright. He looks like a god.
“My turn,” he growls, leaning down to kiss her.
Maeve’s stomach drops.
Aethon spreads her legs and kneels between them, his cock flushed and hard, and wet from her mouth. He slowly slides his hands down Maeve’s shoulders, taking care over her scar and bandaged arm. He leans forward and presses kisses to her stomach, his tongue wet and hot. He traces circles with his mouth on her skin, his hands kneading the flesh of her thighs as if he can’t stop touching her.
“You want me, chrissah?” he murmurs against her navel, his tongue delving into it, making her shudder.
“I want you, artrenn.”
The Tellamari words feel important to Maeve - like she and Aethon are finally acknowledging what they are to each other. She’s surprised at how good it feels. She doesn’t feel worried about the future - she only feels content. Maybe even… happy.
Maeve tangles her hands in Aethon’s hair and watches as he kisses his way down her body. He nibbles at her hip bone and looks up at her, his golden eyes narrowed in pleasure. Then he slides one hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing teasingly along the thin, sensitive skin near her pussy. She holds her breath.
He parts her with his fingers, then traces slowly up and down, from her core, to just below her clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls. “I love seeing you like this.”
Maeve shifts closer to his hand, but Aethon clamps an arm over her hips, immobilizing her.
“You want me to make you come, chrissah?” he demands. He rests his chin on his arm, his expression smug. He teases at her entrance. She wants him to plunge his fingers inside her like he did last night. Was that only last night? It feels like a lifetime ago. She wants to be filled with him. She craves more. She wants everything.
“Yes -” Maeve hisses, wriggling fruitlessly under the weight of his arm. “Since when are you this strong?”
“If you want me to make you come,” he says patiently. “Then you need to leave the work to me.” He reaches up and squeezes her breast hard, his fingers wet from her pussy, eliciting a gasp from her.
“Fine,” she growls. “Then get on with it, artrenn.” She tugs lightly on Aethon’s hair and he grins, kissing her stomach.
“So impatient,” he murmurs. “I swear I won’t lead you wrong.”
He takes his arm off her hips and shifts down, his hands catching Maeve’s legs and spreading them wide. She leans back on her pillow, her hands tight on the comforter.
“Comfortable?” he asks. He presses a kiss to her mound, his tongue teasing just a bit between her lips.
“Fuck - Aethon - please -”
He grins wide and then spreads her carefully, spearing his tongue into the spot next to her clit that drives her wild. How the fuck did he remember - She writhes against him, unable to keep still as he flicks his tongue rapidly over her most sensitive point. Maeve’s face is hot, her stomach coiled with building pleasure, her limbs tingling. She arches back as Aethon licks her from her core all the way to her clit.
“So good - that’s so good -” she pants, not even fully aware of what she’s saying. “Oh - god - Aethon - artrenn - right there -”
He looks at her as he presses open mouthed kisses to her pussy. His focus is so intense she feels like with a push of her mind she could read his thoughts. All of which would be about her. He devours her, his lips sucking at her clit hard, but not for long enough to push her over the edge. He has her riding that fine line between pleasure and frustration. Maeve hears herself begging him, but she can’t bring herself to stop - or to care. Aethon seems to love it, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
His fingers move to her thighs, gripping her hard. His tongue is slow and languid on her now, and Maeve wants to scream. He winds her higher and higher until she’s right on the precipice, her whole body shuddering under him. She arches towards him, her hands fisted in the blanket.
But then Aethon is moving back up her body, kissing her stomach and shifting up to kneel between her legs.
“What are you -”
He silences her with a look, and his hand is back on her clit, his thumb rubbing hard. His face is a mess with her, and he wipes himself off, his hand going to wrap around his cock. Maeve leans up and grabs his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth. He bites his lower lip as she spits into his hand. Then he wraps it around his cock again, sliding it up and down his shaft. He’s so hard it looks almost painful.