Barbarian's Prize(34)

He breaks. A moment later, Salukh’s head, horns and all, is shoving against my shoulder and he muffles his face against me as he thrusts against my hand. I’m shocked by the sudden movement, but titillated as well, and I stroke him again, and again. His hips buck against my hand and he’s thrusting his cock into the circle of my fingers more rapidly than I could ever pump him, and I’m getting aroused at just how wild the touching has made him. His face presses against my breast, as if he can’t trust himself to be silent, and his cock pumps against the circle of my fingers. Then his hand grips mine and he’s using my hand to work himself over.

And okay, that is sexy as hell. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he fucks my fist, his body frantic against mine.

Then it’s over – hot, creamy seed spills over my fingers and onto my arm. It splatters my thighs and he clenches against my chest, groaning so loud that I’m positive Josie’s going to wake up and see me covered in Salukh’s come. With my other hand, I stroke the hair back from his face, pressing kisses to the skin I can reach. I feel buzzy and pleasant, and I’m happy I was able to give him this satisfaction. He came and came hard, all because of my touch.

He nuzzles my neck, breathing hard. “Never have I felt so lucky.”

I smile into the darkness. “I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I could scale mountains right now,” he whispers into my ear. “Except it would mean leaving your bed.”

I know the feeling. I don’t want him to leave either, not when I’m feeling good and relaxed. I didn’t come, but I’m basking in the fact that he did. No bad memories is enough for me.

“Do you have a cloth to clean up?” He murmurs.

Oh. I don’t know that I do. Not close, and leaving bed might mean waking Josie up. I wasn’t anticipating spending my bedtime hours this way. After a moment’s thought, I pull at my nightgown and tug it over my head, then use it to mop up my hand and his stomach. When he’s cleaned off, I slide back into his arms, and I jerk in surprise when my hard nipples brush against his chest, because it feels entirely too good. Maybe I’m not as relaxed as I thought, because my pulse starts pounding again.

He pulls me against him and his hands slide over my bare back, and it feels deliciously close to being petted. I have to stifle a groan of my own, and resist the urge to straddle his leg and rub myself off. Salukh nuzzles me, his nose bumping against mine. “May I touch you?” he whispers. “Like you did me?”

My nails dig into his arms and it’s all I can do to keep from whimpering aloud. I nod, and in case he doesn’t see that in the dark, I whisper a yes.

The big hands stop sliding over my back. He pulls me against him, until I’m leaning against his chest. Then his hand goes to my breast and he caresses it. His fingers tease my nipples, and they’re already so tight and aching that I want to crawl out of my skin.

This time, I’m the one hiding my face to muffle my sounds. I burrow against his neck, and that only makes things worse because his thick, gorgeous hair slides against my skin and the scent of him is stronger here. I can’t help but lick at his throat even as he teases my nipples. I hook a leg over his hip and try to drag his thigh against me, but his body is too long. Dammit.

Salukh must sense my need, because his hand leaves my breast and slides down my belly. His movements are slow, cautious, in case I panic and push him away. I’m not about to, though. I’m ready for him to move down, down, down, and I’m practically quivering with tension by the time his fingers brush the curls of my sex. Hell, I’m ready to mount his hand.

But when he finally touches me – and God, it feels like forever – he’s so, so gentle that tears spring to my eyes. When was the last time that someone touched me like I’m the finest thing they’ve ever seen? Like I’m a goddess to be worshipped? It makes me want to weep because I feel so cherished.

His fingers feel huge as he lightly explores my folds. I’m so wet that I can hear the sounds my body is making, and I should want to cringe with embarrassment, but oddly enough, I feel no shame with him. Everything is a wonder. When he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, I realize he’s tasting me. Another bolt of lust sears through my body, and I grab his hand from his lips and push it back toward my pussy, insistent.

“Tee-fah-nee,” he breathes, and then his fingers glide over my clit, and I nearly come off the furs with the intensity of that small touch. I want him to push into me with his fingers, but he only circles my clit, dragging my wetness over the sensitive skin. I realize he’s mimicking what I did when I touched myself, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from moaning aloud. I’m so wet. I’m so aroused.