Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
That’s all right. I have hands that can take care of what I can’t manage with my mouth.
He makes one of those guttural sounds when I suck on the head, his hands flexing. I pop him out of my mouth with a lick and turn to look at him. “You can hold my head if you want. Guide me. I don’t mind.”
“Candra,” he groans again. “You…your mouth…”
“I know. I’m good at this.” I wink at him and rub the tip of his cock against my lips. “Just lie back and enjoy, yes?”
His breath hitches as I take him into my mouth again. I know just how to please a man with my tongue. I know how to flick my tongue against the underside, how to work his foreskin with my hands as I use my mouth on the tip, how to coat him with drool so he slides against the back of my throat with a lovely friction. Nor am I surprised when Nemeth’s hands go to my hair and he starts to guide me as I bob on his cock. He doesn’t push, but I can tell he likes it best when I take him to the back of my throat and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks. That makes his fingers spasm in my hair, and his hips jerk in response.
The knot under my hand hardens and suddenly balloons, and I can guess what that means. I pull back, tonguing Nemeth’s cock with a wet mouth and sweeping licks of my tongue. “Do you want to come on my face or in my throat?”
He growls, his back bowing, and then he’s spurting across my parted lips, the orgasm wringing from him with such violence that his claws dig into my hair. Men do love the sight of a woman tonguing their cock, and it’s never failed to make a lover come in the past. I give him small, kittenish licks as his seed fountains out, coating my hands and lips and the front of my sleeping-gown. He tastes good—musky and not quite as bitterly acidic as I’ve had in the past, which I appreciate. I rub his knot as he comes, and each time I give it a squeeze, I’m rewarded with another burst of semen, so I work it until his arched back collapses and he heaves a great, gusty sigh.
I give him a few more licks and then press a kiss to the top of his cock. “I’ll get a towel.”
“What…what was that?” he asks, dazed, as I get up from the bed.
I’m tempted to retort that it’s more leverage, to see if he’ll fling me down onto the bed and give me my share. But then again, I want him to touch me because he wants it, not because he imagines he must. So I simply smile and lick my lips. “Happy birthday.”
“My…what?”
Clearly when he comes, his brains get scrambled. “Your birthday,” I repeat again. “The felicitous occasion of your entrance into this world. You said it was today. Do you not remember our conversation? You said you don’t celebrate it after manhood, so I thought I might give you an adult sort of celebration.” I flutter my lashes at him. “Did my method of waking you meet with your approval?”
The look he sends my way is utterly dazed and I think yes, yes it does.
My scholar is clearly not a great thinker once his cock is drained. I find this adorable.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Since we’ve nothing but time in the tower, I decide that today is a special day.
Nemeth takes care of me regularly, so today I shall take care of him. I make a midday meal…poorly. And since we have no supplies to spare, we have to eat it. Somehow, though, it doesn’t bother us. Nemeth is touched that I try, and teases that I should actually look at Riza’s book of recipes next time instead of just guessing.
I sing him a birthday song (again, badly) and work on mending the hem of his favorite cloak while he reads his favorite book aloud to me. I offer to make him dinner that night, but Nemeth prefers to cook it himself. I do the washing up instead, and Nemeth tends to his mushroom farm that grows on the strange board. He’s had to move it to the storage rooms since they prefer darkness and I need the lights.
All in all, it’s a lovely sort of day. Nothing outside of the usual (other than my morning greeting to him), but pleasant anyhow.
Before bed, I present him with a cake of my favorite soap, scented with lavender. “If you ask nicely, I might even offer to wash you,” I tease, earning myself a wing flutter and a smile.
We get ready for bed and Nemeth taps the globes, one by one, turning off the lights and leaving the room in darkness. He climbs into bed next to me, and I hold my breath. Now, I wonder, will he touch me? Kiss me?