Drey sat up, surprising her with how well he’d already healed. He slipped his arms around her back, and pulled her into him, her bare skin touching his chest.
“Gets to choose where I take you first.” He lifted a hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Not wanting him to have any kind of advantage, Aledwen lowered herself onto his lap and cupped his cheek in one hand, guiding his face to hers and kissing him deeply.
She could feel him against her, making her smile against his lips. And get an idea. She dragged her hand over his clothed leg, and slowly drew it inwards. Drey’s breathing hitched, pleasing her more than she really wanted to admit. There was something about knowing this was his response to her which had her feeling hotter than she ever had before.
And more beautiful.
She flattened her hand against him, rubbing slightly, and receiving more groans in return. A good response, but not begging.
She broke away from his kiss and pushed him back down onto the trundle bed, eager to get on with her devious plan.
Giving him a wicked smile, she kissed along his jaw, moving to his neck, and trailing kisses across his chest. She raked her nails over one of his nipples, r
eceiving noises in response that travelled right through her. A good response, there wasn’t any doubt about that, but it wasn’t exactly begging.
Aledwen travelled lower, looking up at him periodically and meeting his hooded gaze. He was definitely as into this as she was.
With deliberate ease, she unbuckled his belt and whipped off the rest of his clothes, leaving him gloriously naked before her. This she could get used to. She hoped he’d always be this willing in her bed.
Well, this was technically his bed, but she didn’t want to get into specifics right now.
She kissed lower, swirling around his taut stomach with her tongue and watching him shiver with intense satisfaction. Luckily, this was turning her on as much as it was him.
Aledwen almost couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she looked up at him, holding his gaze as she settled between his legs and took him into her mouth. It took mere seconds for Drey’s hands to tangle in her hair, not pressuring her, but adding to the moment. And to the intensity she was feeling.
“Dwen...please...” he groaned, but despite the begging, she didn’t stop. His reaction was too amazing for her to. She wanted to finish what she started now, no matter if he’d lost or not.
He shuddered beneath her as she swirled her tongue around him, a string of indistinguishable words falling from his lips.
“Dwen, stop.”
The last word broke through everything, and it was as if a bucket of freezing cold water had been thrown over her head. She sat back on her heels, feeling exposed for the first time since they’d started.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in a small voice, already hating how far away he was.
She looked down briefly, and confusion filled her. He was clearly hard still, so why had he stopped her?
“What? No! Of course not,” he assured her, and moved onto his knees before leaning in to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers.
“But you said stop?” she looked at him in confusion after ending the kiss, not quite knowing how to process what was going on.
“Because I wasn’t going to last much longer,” he assured her, smoothing a hand against her cheek. “And because I need to show you how it feels. After that you can claim your prize.”
“What prize?”
“You made me beg, Dwen. Have you forgotten already?”
Her mouth formed a little ‘o’, which caused Drey to run his thumb over it. Aledwen flicked her tongue out to taste it.
“No.”
“Good. Lie back, Dwen,” he commanded, but his tone was soft and fairly gentle. She was pretty sure that if she didn’t want to obey, then he wouldn’t make her. Which was comforting to say the least. And the main reason why she did as he asked.
The trundle bed was harder than her own mattress, but she didn’t want to waste the time going to a better bed. Not when she’d be forgetting all about her discomfort in a matter of moments.
“If you don’t like anything, you need to tell me.” Drey spoke softly, and she nodded, wondering what he was going to do, and looking forward to finding out. “You’re beautiful, Dwen.”