She knelt. She could have practiced her folding technique a little more, but right now she wanted the pleasure of stripping his kilt off. She took her time, easing it past his ankles and feet, rubbing his shins with her hands, his hair teasing her palms.
She laid the kilt out between his legs so that she could stretch out as well. She settled onto her hip and smiled, her heart rate escalating. She wasn’t sure where all this boldness was coming from but after all, they’d been making love together, even if it was a long-distance affair, for over three months.
She’d also voyeured him so she knew the things he would like. Her mouth actually watered as her gaze roved the heavy sac of his testicles and the firm length of his cock. She reclined so that her head rested on his leg. Sage rolled.
“Antony?”
“Yes.” That one word was a husky drawl that filled the shower space.
“Will you do something for me?” Very lightly she drifted the backs of her fingers over his sac.
His back arched and he groaned. “Sweetheart, right now if you asked me to launch into outer space, I’d give it a try.”
She smiled up at him, met his gaze, and her heart squeezed. Yes, he was so beautiful and some of his hair hung down both sides of his chest. He was in every way a treat waiting to happen. “Touch yourself while I tend to you.”
He leaned back on his left elbow and said, “Is that what you want? You want to watch my hand move over my cock?”
She drew a deep breath. Desire played over her body. Shivers traced up and down as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing her.
She nodded. His fingers took his crown in his hand. He stroked lightly.
“Yes, Antony. I want your hand moving over your c**k while I tend to you. Will that make you happy?”
He smiled then he sighed. “Just having you here, with me, and very naked, makes me happy. But if this is what you want, I’m in.”
He took his thick stalk in his fist and worked himself up and down, caressing the crown with his thumb on each upward pass.
She turned her head into his leg and shifted forward to get closer. Her tongue touched his inner thigh, and he groaned. She licked him over and over, first on the inside of one thigh, then the other. She kept moving forward and inward with each pass, until her tongue played with the rippled skin of his sac. She sucked the skin in and he groaned. Her tongue found the testicles, and she rolled and played with them. The sound of his hand working over his flesh filled the short distance between her head and his hand.
His breathing grew rough.
Parisa, he sent. Take my mind right now.
She drew back and looked at him. “You want me to enter your mind?” The thought troubled her. Whatever sex was, however intimate it was to be enjoying his naked body, somehow the thought of being in his mind changed things.
He sat up. “Are you afraid?”
“Won’t that mean going one more mile down this road toward the breh-hedden?”
He shook his head. “Not necessarily. Remember, with the breh-hedden all three things have to happen at once.” He smiled and waggled his fingers over his cock. “This isn’t even close to the kind of sex we’d need to be having to take the ritual all the way.”
She smiled and nodded. Then her body betrayed her because somehow the thought of being inside Antony’s mind made her clench. “Oh,” she whispered.
He leaned close to her, his c**k barely a kiss away, as he cupped her face with his hand. “I know you haven’t done mind-penetration before but it’s fantastic during sex. I want to do it to you as well, just not right now. What do you say?”
She wanted to. “I really want to.”
He nodded then leaned back on his left elbow and once more touched himself, deft fingers that knew what they were doing.
She let her head rest on his thigh and wiggled to get as close as she needed to be, to do what she wanted to do to him. She drew the sac and one of his testicles into her mouth and tongued him gently. At the same time, she closed her eyes and concentrated.
She pushed against his mind. She could feel his shields, so powerful, protecting his mind. Even in your shields you’re so well muscled. Do I push, or do you let them fall?
Try pushing.
She felt the seductive intent behind those words. He wanted her to push against him. She did, and he groaned aloud. So damn sexy.
She could hear the swift strokes now, the perfect rhythm of his hand, and she realized this was going to bring him off, which in turn set all the nerves of her body on fire. Moisture dampened the well of her body. She slung a leg over his, her hips rocking against him.
Ready? she asked.
God, yes.
She pushed until the shields crashed around her. She had barely dipped into his mind when the upper half of his body bowed and lifted off the tile.
Lift up and look at me, he sent. He was breathing hard when she left the cradle of his body, releasing his sac and testicles so that she could look at him.
On a quick downward stroke of his hand, while her mind was falling farther inside his head, she leaned forward and licked a combination of his fingers and cock.
“Oh, God,” he shouted. She watched him erupt, his come spurting all over his chest, his face twisted in ecstasy.
His pleasure exploded over her mind. She had thought she might take some time to explore his memories, but all that sensation brought her body into a tight state of readiness. Need filled her, his body on her, in her, any way she could get him. She hadn’t expected this. She rolled on her back then her side.
She was in agony. Antony, help me. Oh, God.
Her body knotted up in about a hundred different ways.
Help me, she sent, but he was already in her mind, she could feel him, which only further drew her into knot after knot.
I’m here. Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me. She felt hands on her arms. He was pulling her up his body.
“Parisa,” he said aloud.
She opened her eyes. She was on top of him, face-to-face, but she was inside his head as well.
“I’m here. I know what you need.” He turned his head.
Her eyes bulged. He was offering his neck, and she knew this was exactly what she needed. Oh, God, she really was a vampire now, wasn’t she? Her heart pounded in her chest. Her fangs emerged. Saliva dripped in her mouth. All the knots relaxed.
She was panting and she was instantly addicted to being within his mind. She never wanted to be anywhere else, but her body was on fire.
She knew other things she should do first—like lick the vein and urge it forth—but she was too far gone. Some kind of cavewoman need had taken her over.