The Unveiling (D'Shar Men 2)

"You deserve it." A moment passed.

"Do you really mean that?"

"I don't say things I don't mean, Rivka. You should know that by now."

"How can you?" She tilted her head to the side

"I think the better question would be how could I not? We were chosen to be together for a reason. We suit well. I might have fudged up our start, but I refuse to let that affect the rest of our story." Bastien placed his hands on her hips. "You're beautiful inside and out. I'm fascinated by every new thing I learn. Each facet of Rivka fascinates me." He smoothed back her hair. "Regard

less of how long it takes us to get there one day we'll be exactly where we're supposed to be."

"You really believe that, don't you?"

"I have to." It's the only way I can live with myself.

"Hmm." She looked thoughtful, but remained silent as she studied him. "Food for thought, but now is not the time for thinking. Close your eyes." He swallowed down the protest that wanted to fly from his mouth and shut his eyes. The quiet hum and warmth told him she was using her powers.

"Open them."

His eyes opened, and his mouth flopped open. He had no words for the vision in front of him. Dressed in a leather corset and knee-high, black boots with four-inch heels, she looked ready to deliver punishments he'd be happy to receive. The black material hugged her curves and pressed her firm mounds together. Her well-sculpted thighs squeezed his waist as she drew his attention upward. He smiled. She was wearing a facsimile of his uniform hat. She took the brim in two fingers and grinned.

"I thought you'd like this." She ran her hands down her body, and his mouth watered. "We need to take this to the bedroom to make things more … comfortable." She moved off his lap and stood. He followed her lead.

When they reached his bedroom she paused at the foot of the king-sized, four-poster bed covered with black satin sheets and a red comforter folded in half at the end of the bed.

"Lie down." He hesitated. It always felt a bit wrong to be on the receiving end of orders. Rivka sashayed ran a finger time his chest. "You have to play by the rules if you want to have fun, General."

He sank down onto the edge of the bed and lay on his back with his body tense and his breath held.

"Good job, General." She glanced down. "I have a surprise for you. Are you ready to see?"

"Shit, yeah." She swung her leg up onto the bed, and he growled deep in his throat. Crotch-less panties revealed her wet quim.

"Do you like them?" She moved her hands down to spread her pussy lips wide. "Do you see how wet I am for you?"

"See it? I smell it." He growled.

"You want to taste it?"

"Fuck yes."

"Good." Rivka climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his face. "Make me come, General."

She sat down on his face, and he dove in like a starved man. The first lick of her salty sweetness made him hum.

"Oooh stars, yes." He flicked her swollen clit with his tongue, and she rocked against him, riding his face. He stiffened his tongue and thrust deep into her depths. Her liquid coated his lips and ran into his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair, nails digging deep. The sensations made him move his tongue in her channel faster, as he stiffened it harder with his powers. He cupped her ass and brought her closer, pressing his nose against her nub as he continued to devour her. Her body vibrated, and she tugged on his hair.

"Right there, General! Yes!" Her breathy voice morphed into a high-pitched scream. Thank God for soundproof rooms. Dew filled his mouth, sweet and floral, and he swallowed it down, greedy for more. Her release subsided, and she scooted back to sit on his stomach.

"Nice work, General. But that was just a warm up."

He licked his lips and grinned.

"Good, cause I'm very hungry."

"I like your attitude, soldier." She winked and slid down his lap to sit on his thighs. A snap of her fingers removed his clothes with her powers.

"Much better for what I have in mind." His arms stretched out as an invisible force held him spread eagle. "Even nicer."