Bodin's warm brown eyes lingered on every hollow of flesh. Every bit of rounded softness. Trailing over me from head to toe, appreciatively.

Though I could feel his gaze, I refused to meet it. Cheeks burning hotly.

I nodded toward his clothes.

Bodin gave me a quiet nod of agreement and quickly stepped from his clothes. Stepping near enough I could touch him. He leaned down and his mouth took mine. His lips coaxing mine softly before his tongue delved into my mouth. Tasting the honeyed sweetness as he slowly examined it as intimately as he yearned to be inside me.

I was panting heavily. Turning my head to accommodate him. Opening to him.

His arms wrapped my waist to embrace my back. Pulling me fully against him as his kisses became hotter.

My hands found his chest. Rubbing over his flat pectorals and catching my fingertips in the dusting of brown hair in the slight crease between the two parts of his chest. I took my time feeling them and his arms wrapped my shoulders as he watched me. I touched him freely caressing my hands over his biceps and trailing them up the back of his shoulders and down the smooth lines of his back, finding the indented muscles alongside his ass. Trailing the firmness and finding how hard they were in my grip, arousing. My hands naturally followed the muscles of his thigh. Feeling how they bulged greatly just above his knees and hollowed along the sides as they went up toward his hips. As my hands followed those lines to between us, they found him already semi-hard.

One hand lightly curled around his girth and my finger and thumb didn't quite meet as I guided them up to feel the rounded swell of the tip. My other hand slid a little under to cup the softness of his sack.

I was very gentle, watching his face, wondering if I was hurting him. He gasped as I caught him there. Drawing a long breath.

But his head falling back slightly, and the grip on the outside of my shoulders tightened. His fingers pressing in tightly. Though not enough to hurt.

I read his body language as being like he was when we were joined before. Pleasure.

***

So, I touched him more. Feeling him tensing and watching his stemmed reactions, I was surprised that he didn't stop me. Letting me have my way with his body. Touching him freely. Becoming greedy, I turned with him.

He gave me a questioning look, but I laughingly shoved him backward. Knowing he'd land on the bed. He could've locked his stance, and I wouldn't have budged him. But he was willing to let me play my game.

I could see he was wondering what I would do but he asked me nothing. Letting my roaming hands speak for me. I started near his ankles and trailed my hands up the insides of his legs. Seeing they were particularly sensitive. I noticed that beyond the closed shutters the light was dimming to gray, and clouds must've been moving rapidly across the sky as the lights seem to flutter across the chamber floor.

At one point I looked up at him and saw his lips parted to take deeper breaths. His hooded eyes seemed to have the strange yellowish sheen I'd glimpsed nights before. I looked away quickly, unable to meet the intensity of that stare. And telling myself I'd imagined it.

"Belle..." He groaned, dropping an arm over his forehead as though pained. "I'm willing to indulge you. But if you don't let me in soon, I'm going to roll you onto your back and take control."

"Why?" I whined.

"Because you're killing me."

"How?"

"You're making me," He gestured to himself. "ache."

"For me."

He sat up. Impatient with questions. His face darkening. He snatched me around the waist and twisted flat onto the bed, dragging me up toward him.

***

I steadied myself as I tried to ready for the intrusion of his hard length. How it'd felt before. But he lifted my hips over that and set me down on the base, dragging me up along it in a way that made my breath catch. But instead of sliding me back down he kept pulling me up to him.

"Bodin!" I squeaked in objection. Blinking at him. Certain now, that I had no idea what to expect. He lifted me toward the headboard as if he was going to toss me over his head. "Bodin?"

"Keep saying my name." He growled. "I like it."

He couldn't say much more, because after that he settled me over his face.

I gasped and floundered. Wondering what I should be doing, I clutched the headboard. Then I felt the first hot slick of his tongue along my crease and nearly shot from my skin. Feeling scalding heat coiling through me from the base of my body and winding through my stomach and up into my body. Making even my shoulders tense, with each long stroke he did along my most intimate place. My head dropped back, and my long brown hair fell down my spine to touch along his chest as I panted desperately for air.

After only a moment, he lifted me slightly and I felt the intrusion I'd try to prepare myself for. The abrupt entering of his tongue, stretching me delicately and lathing along my inner walls, then slipping out and sliding over a tiny nub along the front of my lips that had me jerking like someone had yanked me back by the hair. Thrusting my breasts forward and tipping my head so far, I thought I might break my own neck if I took much more. My nipples grew ice cold and budded to hard tips. My thighs vibrating from the intensity of what I was feeling. I barely registered that I'd inadvertently began grinding my hips along his chin and mouth to steal more of what he offered me.