Page 98 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“I’m needy,” Lark whispered, her left hand kneading his chest. “I’m so damn needy,” she purred.
“Prove it,” he whispered. He caressed the back of her right hand, the one lying on her stomach. “I want you to slowly, ever so slowly, slide your hand underneath your lace panties. Then I want you to touch yourself, I want to know if you’re really as desperate as you say you are.”
“I am, I really am. I don’t need to prove it to you, you can trust me. Please, make love to me.”
She was panting and arching into his body.
“And Lark?” He didn’t say anything else, he just waited.
“What?”
“After you’re done touching yourself, I want you to bring your wet fingers to me and prove just how badly you want me to fuck you.”
She let out a long moan. It was exactly how he felt, but seeing her this worked up, this on edge, and knowing that he had done this for her? It made him feel ten feet tall.
“Come on,Sólnce,just this one more little thing, then I promise, I’ll give you everything you never knew you wanted.”
She bit her lip, her chest heaving. “On your honor?”
“Yes. On my honor.”
He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. She tasted so good. This time she reminded him of cherries, cinnamon, and passion. She bit down on his lip, hard. He grinned and continued to kiss her. Kiss after kiss, until this time she was moaning not with frustration, but with pleasure. Kostya finally lifted his head. “Are you ready now?”
“Huh?”
“Just one last little task, Lark.”
“Why don’t you just touch me, you’ll see how ready I am for you,” she coaxed.
Kostya moved her hand so that her fingertips were just under the lace of her barely-there panties. He watched in fascination as she moved her hand. He could see her fingers touch her mound and when she gasped, he knew that she’d just touched her oversensitive clit.
He changed positions so that he was kneeling beside her, then he pushed apart her legs. Kostya could see Lark’s fingers stroking herself, her toes clenched and her body trembled. He hissed when he saw two of her fingers disappear into her channel.
I’m such an idiot! Why did I ever think I would be torturing Lark, she’s totally torturing me.
He saw her draw her fingers out, then stroke them over her clit and begin to circle that bundle of nerves. God, he wanted those panties gone! He looked up at her face. Lark’s eyes were closed and he saw that same glowing look of concentration and need that she always had just before she was about to climax.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Kostya grabbed her wrist and tugged her hand out of her panties, then brought her hand up high so he could see the glistening moisture coating her fingers.
“Now. You promised,” she panted out.
He looked at her softly. She was heartbreakingly beautiful. Kostya brought her wet fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, savoring every bit of her flavor.
She shuddered, “Oh. My. God.”
He smiled. “You taste like honey. I think I might need another taste.”
“You said on your honor,” she whispered.
On his last lick, he caressed her cheek with his other hand, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “That’s true, and I keep my promises.”
