He chuckled low.
“I will still be a lucky father and help ease your pain during your periods, and you can tease my ears with your tongue and watch me come in my hand.”
I shook my head slowly, and my chest gave a squeeze.
“You are the most incredible man I ever met.” Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his. He growled and dug his fingers just a little deeper into my back, making me moan in return.
I pulled back to look at him.
“I’d like to try something.”
“Anything.”
Grinning at his complete willingness, I reached up to toy with his ear.
“I don’t hate sex. I just tend not to crave it. At all. My period is the exception. I’ve really liked what we’ve been doing and was wondering if you’d be willing to have sex now when it still feels really good to me.”
He rolled us suddenly and nuzzled my neck.
“Is this a yes?” I asked.
“Yes. Tell me I can touch you.”
“However you’d like,” I said. “You’ve done a phenomenal job taking care of me so far.”
He got up and scooped me off the bed.
“A shower first.”
I grinned and let him take charge. He took his time removing my shirt and sweats. His fingers lingered on every bit of skin. Kneading my breasts while avoiding the tender nipples. Caressing my stomach. Nibbling on my neck. And oh boy, could he kiss. It wasn’t all tongue but nips and licks. Teasing and coaxing me to chase him.
He seemed to know just the right thing to do. Like we were connected, and he could read me.
When he stepped into the shower to allow me to finish undressing, I was breathing hard and hurried to join him. He washed me between tender kisses then knelt before me.
“Sex doesn’t matter,” he said, holding my gaze. “Thank you for allowing me to care for you. To love you.”
I touched his face and felt my heart aching with what I felt for him. It wasn’t a deep unending love. Not yet. The love I held for him was softer and more fragile. But it didn’t worry me. I knew it would grow into something bigger and stronger with time.
“Thank you for wanting to care for and love me.”
He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, and I widened my stance, more than ready to accept what he offered. My hands slid over his hair at the first touch of his tongue. It didn’t take long before I was bucking into his hold and riding his fingers.
When he pulled away, I almost whined. Instead, he stood and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Here or on the bed?” he asked. “We can use a towel on the bed.”
“Bed,” I said since the water was cooling.
He grunted and carried me from the room where a towel already waited.
I glanced at the towel and the closed door, then flushed in understanding. Ever supportive Groth was listening.
“I want to taste you some more,” Azio said, lowering me to the bed.
His lips were on me before I had a chance to think. When I was back to twitching a few seconds later, he pulled back again.
“Are you playing with me?” I asked with a frown.