Why, thank you.
And they feel so good around my throat. Even better when you're playing with my nipples. Better still, against my clit.
The clit that was swelling by the minute under my own desperate ministrations, but nothing felt quite so good ashisfingers,histouch.
I bet that clit of yours is rather wet right now, isn't it, sweetheart? I bet these fingers you've been missing could slide right in and start stroking just the way you like it. Are you already making a mess of yourself over there?
I'd much rather you make a mess of me.
I know that, but you've got sleep to catch up on tonight. Though if it makes you feel any better, I'm definitely stroking my cock for you. I'll be making a mess of my own soon enough.
Fuck. Visions of Kieran alone in his bed and stroking himself to the thought of me were going to do my fucking head in. I loved watching whenever he’d take himself by the hand, palming the erection I so enjoyed riding into oblivion.
I'm very much missing that, too, Captain. When are you going to let me take it in my mouth again? That mess would look so much prettier on my tongue.
Go to Hel, Vistarii,I muttered to myself beneath my breath.Or at the very least, come suffer down here with me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
KIERAN
That mess would look so much prettier on my tongue.
Fates flay me open. This woman was trying to kill me.
Gods, you’re such a little menace.
She knew damn well what that visual would do to me. I hadn’t let myself find release on her tongue just yet, butfuck,I wanted it.
Takes one to know one.
I chuckled. We were quite a pair, weren’t we? But if she was going to sing to me across the city like an eager little siren, I wasn’t about to give her the upper hand quite so quickly.
Now, since you so kindly followed your instructions…You would look pretty on my tongue right about now. I wish that I was spreading those thighs apart nice and slow, watching how you glisten for me, breathing against that cunt until you're begging for me to taste it. You would beg for me, wouldn't you?
Gods, I needed it. I needed itsoon.
You already know the answer to that.
Yeah, I did. And the fact that she knew it only made me harder.
I do, sweetheart, I do. And I can’t wait to make you beg.
Her next response left me smirking, but also aching, my balls growing tight and heavy with need as I imagined the words on her breath in that whimpering fucking whine of hers.
Fuck. Please.
Oh, you'd be begging so much harder than that. Hands getting a little too busy for a longer reply, Asher?
Yes.
That’s a good girl.
Good. Allow me to continue, then. I'd wait until you were trembling, I think, before finally giving in and letting myself devour you. Tasting every inch of what waits for me between those gorgeous legs, fucking you with my tongue until you're all worked up and whining. You know how much I love all those desperate little sounds you make for me, don't you? I bet you're making them right now.
And I'd be stroking myself the whole time, just like I'm doing in between every note I send you. Do you have any idea how hard I get, just from the fucking thought of you?
Her next reply was short as well, which meant I was doing my job right.