Page 39 of Laundering Down the Legions
I moved down his body, kissing across his chest. I trailed my mouth down his stomach and his breathing sharpened. When I took him in my mouth, the sound he made wasn't a word. His hand came to my shoulder like he needed to confirm I was actually doing this and not some fantasy his fried brain had cooked up.
I showed him exactly how I felt about him. Long sucking pulls before I slid the length of him again and again. He tried to hold still and lost, his hips moving, controlled but persistent, his hand coming to my hair without gripping, just resting there, tracking. His breathing had gone ragged.
"Parker." His voice came out wrecked. "You don't have to."
I pulled back just far enough. "I want to."
I went back to it, and the relief on his face was enormous. He let himself move, let himself feel it, let himself believe I was choosing this. The tension built in his muscles, in the way his breathing came apart.
He made a sound like a warning. "I'm. You should."
I didn't stop. I went deeper, changed the angle, and felt his control break. He came, and I stayed with it. When I finally pulled back, he was breathing hard, his arm thrown across his face like he needed a second to process what had happened.
I climbed back up his body and settled over his hips. His arm came around me, pulling me against his chest. We lay there breathing, for a moment before I grinned at him.
"I know you prefer to watch, but I want to feel you deep inside of me."
Kearan choked on his response.
"It's okay. Just lay there and watch me pleasure myself with your cock."
Another strangled sound. I shifted my hips and took his hard cock into me. With one hand on his chest, I slowly rode him. He finally moved, gripping my hips as he watched me ride him. Over and over, I rolled my hips and took him deeper into me.
His eyes rolled back as he bit his lip. Then he moaned as his face scrunched. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he released. I smiled unabashedly as I felt him give in to me. Reaching down, I parted myself until I could circle my clit.
When I looked at his face again, his gaze was glued to my clit and how I played with myself. I bucked and moaned, my movements becoming more erratic as I pleasured myself.
This time when I came, it felt like everything exploded. I collapsed against his chest and he held me like that while our breathing evened out and he'd gone soft.
"Okay," he said finally. Voice still rough. "That was."
"Good," I supplied, because he was clearly at a loss on whether it was appropriate to be this wrecked by something I'd just done to him.
"More than good." His hand moved across my spine, slow. "I want to be inside you. Again."
My body answered that with enthusiasm. But I heard what was underneath it too. He wanted to finish this. He wanted the part where we were the most open. The bond at the level where there was nowhere left to hide.
"Okay," I said.
He shifted under me, and I understood I was supposed to move. I straddled him, his hands coming to my hips to steady me. The angle of him against me was right, and I was already moving toward it before he could ask. I sank down slow, feeling the stretch, the fullness, the recognition of it.
His hands gripped my hips and his eyes closed for a second.
"Move," he said. "However you want. I'm just going to be here and I haven't had enough yet."
So I did. I found the rhythm that felt right, the angle that stacked the sensations on top of each other. His hands guided, not controlling, just steady. His eyes were open now, watching my face, and that attention was the most intimate thing I'd ever felt. Being watched like I mattered. Being held like he'd never let me fall.
The pleasure built again, deeper this time, slower, moving through my whole body instead of pooling in one place. My hands were on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and he moved under me to meet my motion.
"There," he said when I found the angle that caught my breath. "Stay with that."
So I did. I moved in that rhythm and watched his face change as it built for him too. His hands tightened on my hips. Themuscles of his stomach shifted under my palms. His breathing went ragged again.
"I want to feel you come," he said. "Through the connection."
So I gave him that. I moved toward it, let it take me, and felt my body seize around him. And under it, something else. A moment of absolute clarity where I understood the bond was completing.
No explosion. No detonation, no psychic feedback, nothing dramatic. Just a settling, a knowledge moving through me like he'd been wired into my chest and I was learning how to breathe around him. His emotions came through the connection. What he was feeling, the texture of his pleasure and his relief and his certainty that this was right.
