“This is just like the backrub that I had at Angel’s house. He really shared every detail, didn’t he?”
His hands paused briefly.
“I rubbed away your aches, June.”
I jerked my head off the pillow and twisted to give him a horrified look.
“Twice?” I demanded.
He frowned in confusion. “Yes…this is the second time I have rubbed you. Is it not good?”
My annoyance melted, and I shook my head at myself.
“Tor, it’s amazing. I’m upset with myself that there have been two times I haven’t recognized it was you. No, not upset. Mortified. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” he said soothingly. “You are perfect. I purposely said nothing when I rubbed you the first time. I didn’t want you to ask for someone else. I wanted to feel your skin and make you moan with pleasure.”
He crawled up my body and dipped his head to lick my shoulder.
“Tell me I can keep touching you.”
“Absolutely. Touch away. No areas are off-limits for you. But if I mistakenly don’t recognize it’s you again, I demand you get mad at me.”
He snorted a laugh.
“I’m serious. It’s not acceptable. I should know you by now.”
“I will help you know me better,” he said.
He tugged at my shirt, and I removed it in a heartbeat. He palmed my backside and used his fingers to rub deep. Angel’s comment about the fey’s willingness to rub anything made me grin.
“I never knew this would feel so good.”
He asked me to roll over and worked my underwear down my legs. There was something about the way he settled my legs over his shoulders and looked down at me that stole my breath.
When he proceeded to take his time, licking me slowly while murmuring how pretty my folds were and how he wanted to taste them all night long, I was fully onboard for his education process. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on tight as he brought me close to my first orgasm.
And let me hang there.
I squirmed and panted and begged.
“I want more than squeaky noises, my June,” he said, sliding a digit inside to stroke my core. “Who is bringing you joy?”
“Tor,” I rasped.
“Tor,” he agreed before using his tongue on me again.
I writhed underneath him as he drove me crazy, purposely avoiding my clit.
“Please, Tor,” I begged.
Rather than giving me what I wanted, he added another finger. I groaned, loving the stretch of it. He surprised me by reaching up with his other hand and tweaking my nipple. It sent the best kind of jolt between my legs, and I made a small noise.
“I like the way you clench around my fingers,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs.
The words alone were enough for me to clench around him some more.
“I’d clench harder if you put that tongue where I want it.”