“I didn’t either. Or at least mine didn’t count. But I want children. Maybe a dozen.”
She burst out laughing again. “You do not.”
“Okay, I led with that so you wouldn’t think three or four was a huge number.”
“Are you trying to make me throw you off the roof?”
“I’m trying to tell you I want a family with you. I want to be close to my brothers and their children so we’re the best aunt and uncle that ever lived. I want to raise the children strong, so my daughters are like you, always thinking, always using their brains, and when they have to use self-defense, hands, feet or weapons, they don’t hesitate. You didn’t hesitate. I loved that.”
Again, he turned his head, so she felt the brush of the bristly shadow on his jaw and then the sweep of his lips before his teeth teased at the skin of her belly. “My little warrior woman. You really can do it all. Cook. Give me children. And fight. You’re damned amazing.”
She laughed, trying not to move her legs restlessly. That burning had gone through her skin to burrow deep. The smoldering fire seemed to be building into something much stronger. “Roll over, Malichai.” Desperation was beginning to set in.
He did so immediately. “Sorry, baby. Was I too heavy?”
Malichai lay on his back. He turned his head toward Amaryllis, drinking in the sight of her. She didn’t answer him but instead scooted down until she lay in the position he’d been in—her head on his belly, her arm across his thighs, one hand on his hips, in close to his groin. He tried not to feel her fingers as she began to idly trace along his hip bone and then the muscles of his abdomen. Every time she traced around one, the muscles rippled, as if they found her fingers as sensual as he did.
“You don’t mind that I can fight?”
Her breath was warm on his skin. Every word sent an intriguing puff of air along his abdomen, so close to his groin. His cock stirred. There was no stopping it. He felt the broad head nudge along her throat as if asking for entrance. Her breasts pushed tight against his thigh, her nipples two hard peaks.
“Why would I mind? You’ll need to be able to fight. Sooner or later, enemies will come. I like knowing I can have confidence in my partner, that she’ll be right there with me when we defend our home, our children and our extended family.”
It was a little difficult to talk when she turned her face into his belly, nuzzling him, her tongue tracing his muscles the way a paintbrush might. He stayed very still, but his cock didn’t. It just kept growing. Getting longer. Thicker. Harder. His heavy sac tightened. He hadn’t thought it possible so soon, but he was already feeling heat spreading through him. That relentless ache building. His cock pushed against the underside of her chin.
Amaryllis tilted her head just a scant inch or two and her warm breath seemed to engulf him. Malichai closed his eyes. He enjoyed every second, yet at the same time, he wanted to take control, catch her hair in his hand and push his cock deep into her mouth. He forced himself to be patient.
Her fingers moved from his belly to his balls, sliding over them, shaping them, stroking, a whisper of touch that left behind flickering points of flames dancing over his sac, feeding the heat inside. Then she was cupping his balls, rolling with equal gentleness. Her body shifted and his breath left his lungs in a rush he couldn’t control. Her tongue licked up and over each of the balls, and then her lips sipped delicately. Tasting him.
She lifted her head. “You’re like velvet, did you know that?”
He didn’t. “No, baby.” He dropped his hand to her head because he couldn’t help himself. He needed more. Much more, but he wanted her to have her exploration, if that was what she was doing. It had to come from her. He wasn’t going to take anything she didn’t offer him. No matter how much he wanted or needed her mouth, he refused to give in to the urgent demands of his body. Or push her head down over him where he needed her mouth to the point he might not survive if she didn’t give him that immediately. “I didn’t know.”
“Well, that’s how you feel. Just like velvet. And your skin tastes good. Sort of wild and masculine, like a rare, exotic flavor that was created just for me.”
Before he could reply, she turned her head and licked along the base of his shaft. Her tongue felt just like the velvet she claimed his balls were. She curled it and teased around the very base, over and over, lapping, stroking, even flicking. The sensations were amazing. All the while, her fingers were sliding over his balls, stroking those long caresses that threatened to drive him insane.