His eyes blazed as he gestured blindly to Tiro. But she was barely aware of the man moving, her eyes fixed only on the result of his attentions, of her husband’s torso as it came into view, his muscles shuddering with his need-filled breath.
And lower, as the blood rushed to feed the head of his cock, thrust out before him, now bare and ready for her to devour.
His man slave swept back, her husband’s clothing in hand and she smiled coyly, her chin raising as Livia brushed the remainder of her own from her body, the gold chain draped at her waist the only thing that remained.
‘You like what you see?’ she asked, her eyes flitting down to catch his cock pulsing, every muscle in his body tense and ready as her own skin prickled in the cold air, her nipples drawing on the chilling caress.
‘Always.’
She stepped out of the fabric pooled at her feet, freeing Livia to take it up and return to her post.
She closed the distance between them, her readiness slipping between her thighs––oh, how she couldn’t wait for him to fill her. The air tightened, a strange pause descending, and she realised he was waiting for her to dismiss their slaves, just like she always did.
Her lips lifted with her confidence. Not tonight. Tonight, she wanted them to witness her power over her husband. Wanted them to realise that she too controlled this house and the sooner they gave her that respect, the sooner life could improve.
She reached out to trail her fingers over his chest, feeling it contract beneath her touch, his breath hissing through his teeth––she loved him in this state of trance, knew he would permit her anything in the heat of it…
She circled him, her fingers following her progression. He was a vision, from the hard expanse of his torso, to the strong wide-legged stance that spoke of his centurion past. And then there was his arse, the hard-rigid curves that begged to be clawed, the muscles flickering as she did just that.
She licked her lips, moistening her dried-up mouth as she moved to stand before him once more, just far enough away that his cock failed to make contact.
She eyed him beneath her lashes and he grinned, his voice gruff, ‘Have you had your fill?’
‘Nowhere near.’
She took hold of his length and pumped him once.
He groaned and bucked within her grasp.
‘You?’ she purred.
His lips quirked, his eyes flashed, and she did it again, loving how his neck corded with tension, his breath hitched.
She repeated the move, savouring every inch, her thumb rolling over the seeping dampness at his tip and working it over him.
‘You keep that up, the only thing being filled is the air between us.’
She gave him a playful pout. ‘Can’t have that, can we?’
Lowering herself to her knees, she released him. Her palms spreading out over his upper thighs as the muscles twitched beneath, their power undeniable.
She looked up at him, her eyes finding his as his cock nudged at her lips. She flicked her tongue out to tease him, scooping up the fresh bead of moisture that resided at his tip, and his hands swept into her hair on a drawn-out groan.
‘Na-ah,’ she cooed, leaning back on her haunches and giving him the perfect view of her naked front. ‘Hands on your hips.’
His smile was tight, his eyes dark. ‘What has come over you?’
Fear of losing you, came the honest response and she quashed it, eager to get back to happy territory, to having him lose his well-prized control at her hand. ‘Do as I say or there’ll be none of this…’
She ran her tongue from his base to his tip and let it rest against her lower lip, her mouth parted, her breath sweeping over his slit.
His entire body rippled as he retracted his hands, his broad fingers bracing either side of his hips as he looked to her for approval.
‘Better.’ And then she ducked her head, her tongue finding the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and feeling him turn rigid beneath, his skin prickling at the delicate caress.
She travelled higher, her nose nudging against his balls, her lips surrounding one and sucking it in, weighing it with her tongue.
‘Aurelia.’