“I thought of this all day.” He kissed me there, then rid me of the thin barrier. There were no more words after that. Only long licks and rumbles of satisfaction. I was panting and making small sounds of my own.
He growled and used his fingers to prepare me. My core clenched around him at the first touch. I knew what was coming, and that only made my need climb higher and faster. He’d barely inserted the third finger before I came apart with a gasp, falling into the abyss. The pace of his wicked tongue slowed in time with the waves of pleasure pulsing through me.
Sighing, I ran my fingers through his hair and played with his ears. He grunted and placed a light kiss on my clit before rising to fetch the plate.
“Eat, my June.”
While I struggled to hold the fork, he stripped off his clothes and settled his shoulders between my legs again. The tender kisses he placed on my inner thighs graduated to light nips. My insides clenched even as I struggled to focus on eating.
I tried to put the plate aside, but he wouldn’t let me. Crawling up my body, his muscles temptingly undulating with each move, he insisted I hadn’t had enough. He fed me a bite then dipped his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
The slow assault was killing me. How was I supposed to eat? There was no way.
I swallowed and let my head fall back to arch into his mouth.
“I can eat later,” I said. “Please, Tor.”
He grunted and took the plate from my hand, setting it to the side before returning to his favorite spot between my legs.
“Once more,” he said. He held my gaze as he leaned down and circled my clit with his tongue. “No screaming.”
“I’m not a screamer. Never have been.”
He grinned wickedly at me. “The noises you make tell me you are, my June. You’re only waiting for the right moment. That is not tonight, though.”
The warning barely registered as he lapped at my core, drinking me in with long curling strokes of his tongue. I gripped his head, pushing and holding him in place at the same time.
He teased me, bringing me to the edge, one finger at a time, until he gave my clit a final kiss and withdrew. In the room’s fading light, his gaze held mine as he positioned himself above me.
“Will you tell me if it’s too much?”
“It won’t be,” I said.
He looked doubtful and tipped his head to look down between us. I did the same and watched him position his thick cock at my entrance. He eased in, one inch at a time. I clenched around him, still tender from last night’s use, but it felt too good to tell him to stop.
After a few shallow strokes, he fully seated himself with a growl and lifted his head.
“My June,” he said tenderly.
I peppered kisses across his face and arched up to meet his careful thrusts.
“I won’t break, Tor. You can go a little faster.”
He grunted, slipped a hand under my hip to change the angle, and picked up speed. I climbed higher. Reaching for that long tumble.
Before I could get there, he clasped a hand over my mouth and stopped moving, buried to the hilt.
“Stay here, my June. I will be right back.”
He kissed me lightly and gave one more quick thrust before he left me spread out and alone on the bed.
Pulse racing, I lifted my head and watched him slip from the room.
It was then that I heard the murmur of voices downstairs.