Rux raised a brow, then the realization dawned on him. His face relaxed, and he, too, bit his lip at her.
“Oh, yes,” he responded in his velvet voice. “We must check that one off our list.”
Within the year they had agreed to see one another, Rux and Dana could barely keep their hands off each other.
Dana had said it was easier for them to retain separate dwellings to keep some boundaries clear and easy. Rux was ridiculously reasonable, which had the reverse effect of making Dana fall even harder for him.
Despite their claim to boundaries, the couple often ended up spending long luxurious weekends together in their love nests. Sometimes, they would settle in Rux’s manor with all of the attendants getting a few days off, or they’d make a home of Dana’s little apartment in the city.
Where they were didn’t matter as long as they were together.
Dana inclined toward the spicy and the daring when it came to their lovemaking. She appreciated Rux’s desire for her comfort, but she had never been with anyone where she could be her full, sexual self.
She wanted to take advantage of that and have every wild experience her remarkable mind could conjure.
They had made love almost everywhere in Rux’s manor, as well as within her cute and cozy home. Once, he had pressed her up against the window as they looked over the cityscape, her breasts flat against the glass as he took her from behind.
Dana had never felt so seen, so alive.
The night after the performance, Dana took Rux upstairs the way she had so many times before. She tossed the roses onto her couch in the living room as Rux removed her coat, dashing it across the floor and picking her up with a delicious purr.
“Oh, baby,” Dana crooned. “You’re so good to me.”
He had placed her on the counter in the dank kitchen. Dana closed her eyes and relished the feeling of his lips against her neck, one of her favorite places on her body to be touched, kissed, licked, and bitten.
Rux had learned that there were times when she wanted to go slow, and then there were times when she just wanted him to worship her and bring her into the pleasure dome as soon as possible.
On that night, on the kitchen counter, she required no build-up.
Rux went to his knees as he pulled the waistband of her underwear. The man had gone down on her many times, but each time he approached her wet yearning with his ferocious mouth, Dana felt like the heavens had opened up just for her.
He slithered his tongue between his lips and looked up at her, her heat and scent probably smacking him hard in the face.
“My Queen,” he whispered.
Dana threw her head back, nearly bashing it against the cabinet doors behind her as her mouth formed a silent O shape. Rux had licked her slowly from the base of her soft petals to the top of her throbbing pearl. She shook involuntarily as he began lapping her up fast, just the way she needed it to be.
“Rux!” she whimpered.
Dana ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his jaw rapidly, intermittently sucking her bulb and applying pressure with his tongue. He knew exactly the order of movements that she required to skyrocket, the same way a musician knew which notes to play to make her instrument sing.
And sing, she always did. One to five times a night.
“Fuck, Rux!”
She came quickly, rolling her hips into his face to ride out the overwhelming climax. When Rux knew she had finished, he pulled his pants down and ripped open his shirt.
Dana was delirious with bliss, but she helped him remove the rest of his shirt from his shoulder, sighing as her hands scraped down his back.
Rux slid his manhood into her tunnel with the ease of a hand into a glove. She cried out the way she always did when she felt him initially inside of her. He buried his face into her neck as he began thrusting, smacking sounds of their pelvises echoing off the apartment walls.
“Dana,” Rux whispered. “My god, Dana.”
Dana rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she stroked his hair, his back, exploring him with an insatiable hunger. The sound of her name dripping from his lips was like eating the richest, moistest of chocolate delights.
He plowed himself into her faster as he edged his climax. Dana was close, too, rubbing herself with steady rocking motions into his lovely cock.
“Rux, yes,” she whispered into his ear, then lightly nibbled on his lobe.