Sometime later, No'One found herself naked, wet, and stretched out on the side of the pool on a bed of towels Tohrment had arranged for her.
He was kneeling next to her, his wet clothes clinging to his muscles, his hair glistening, his eyes intense as he stared at her body.
A sudden insecurity struck, chilling her.
Sitting up, she covered herself -
Tohrment captured her hands and gently put them at her sides. "You're spoiling my view. "
"You like. . . ?"
"Oh, yeah. I like. " He leaned over and kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue inside of her, easing her back down so that she was prone once more. "Mmmm, that's what I'm talking about. "
When he eased back a little, No'One smiled up at him. "You make me feel. . . "
"What. " He dipped his head and brushed his lips over her throat, her collarbone. . . the tip of her breast. "Beautiful?"
"Yes. "
"That's what you are. " He kissed her other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. "Beautiful. And I think you should ditch that damn robe for good. "
"What will I wear?"
"I'll get you clothes. All the clothes you want. Or you could just go naked. "
"In front of the others - " The hiss that curled out of him was pretty much the best compliment she had ever been given. "No?"
"No. "
"Then mayhap in your room. "
"Now, that I can get behind. "
His lips drifted downward and to the side, u
ntil he ran a fang over her ribs. Then he was going across her belly, the kisses soft and lazy. It wasn't until he went even farther, lingering on her hip and then brushing very close to her sex, that she realized he had a purpose.
"Spread your legs for me," he urged in a deep voice. "Let me see the most beautiful part of you. Let me kiss you where I want to be. "
She wasn't completely sure what he was suggesting, but she was powerless to deny him anything when he used that tone with her. In a haze, she brought up one knee, parting her thighs. . . and she knew when he looked at her, because he growled in satisfaction.
Tohrment moved around between her legs and stretched out, palming either side of her and widening her further. And then his lips were upon her, warm and silky and wet. The sensation of soft on soft kicked off yet another orgasm, and he took advantage of it, entering her with his tongue, sucking at her, finding her rhythm and taking her further.
Her hands dug into his dark hair as she rolled her hips.
And to think she had liked the sex. . . .
Little had she known that there was so much more to discover.
He was mind-shatteringly attentive and painstakingly thorough in his explorations, taking his time unless he was taking her to the height of pleasure. And when he eventually lifted his mouth, his lips were slick and reddened, and he ran his tongue over them as he stared at her from under his lids.
Then he rose up and gripped her hips, tilting them up.
His erection was impossibly thick and long, but she already knew he fit her perfectly.
And he did again.
This time she paid more attention to the sight of him than the feel of him. Rising above her, he moved in that powerful, potent way of his, pleasuring them both as he curled his hips up and back, moving himself in and out of her.