Page 14 of A Tale of Mirth & Magic

He slowly pushed the tip of the spoon between his lips, just a bit, a tentative taste.

“Again,” I ordered.

He took a shuddering breath and pulled the golden-covered spoon out of his mouth, before licking the honey off one side in a steady swipe of his deep magenta tongue. I nodded appreciatively, and he swiped the other side clean. Running my gaze down the length of him, I took in the clenched fist held at his side and the truly massive boner straining at his tailored breeches. He held still, only trembling slightly, and waited.

“Missed some.” I pointed at his lips. “Finish up.”

“You,” Barra ground out. “Please.”

I paused. Stepped closer.

He bent down again. I went up on my tiptoes and lightly brushed my tongue up over the center of his lips. His breath caught.

I felt a swoop of happiness in my chest.

Reaching up farther, I caught his bottom lip between my own and sucked. Sweetness burst in my mouth. I heard one of us moan—whether him or me or both, I had no idea. I was lost in a rich, sticky pool of heat, my head spinning. I kissed him deeper, tongue swirling against his. Everything was honey golden, mint, bright and dazzling.

One thick arm came around my back, holding me close. I stretched up to touch him—his shoulders, neck, whatever I could reach—and distantly heard my mug fall to the grass. I pulled back, looking down to find tea splattered over the ground and our feet.

“Oops.”

“I’ll make you another,” Barra rasped. “Later.”

“What’s happening now?” I quipped. I held the top of his forearms, squeezing the corded muscles distractedly.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to lay you down and lick something else until every animal in this forest hears you screaming my name.”

My legs clenched tightly. My pulse ratcheted up. I leaned closer to him, pressing my hypersensitive nipples to his stomach through our shirts. His cock jerked against my stomach.

“If you want,” he added.

“Yes. Yes, I most definitely want,” I replied, digging my nails lightly into his forearms. He held my waist, hot hands warming me as they moved over my back, my large ass. I could feel him straining for me.

Suddenly, Barra swept his arms behind my back and knees, lifting me effortlessly. Three rapid steps and I was settled onto his bedroll. He knelt on all fours over me. I was caged in by his sturdy arms and legs. Brown quartz eyes met mine, and I wriggled with anticipation.

I loved getting what I wanted.

He dipped his head down, homing in on my right nipple and gently sucking through the linen. A light nip brought my head back flat against the ground, and I sighed in pleasure. He gave the same attention to my other breast and nuzzled between them. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and tugged, just enough to raise his face.

“Down,” I half ordered, half begged. “Now.”

Barra ignored me, continuing to lick and tease my nipples through the wet fabric. He pushed one of his thighs up between my legs, grinding with agonizing slowness. I already wanted to scream with how good it felt, and he hadn’t even removed my clothes yet.

I kept running my hand through his soft hair, over his neck, his broad shoulders. He was focused on me completely. Barra reached up to kiss my neck, just under my jaw, palming my breasts firmly. I whimpered at the ache in my pussy.

Then he moved, shifting down my body—lingering at my stomach to nuzzle its soft squishiness—and pushed my long skirts up around my waist. I wore a pair of light wool trousers underneath for warmth. He untied the drawstring on them—slowly, too slowly—and I groaned, tried to reach down to do it myself. He pinned both wrists against my stomach with one of his massive hands, tsk-tsking at me.

“If we’re going to do this, I’m taking my time. Understood, Elikki?”

I wiggled my hips and huffed. Barra’s gaze met mine. Intense hunger and tightly wound control battled across his face. I playfully lifted one stockinged foot and ran it along the length of his cock where it bulged in his breeches. He closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath.

“Fine. As long as I get to play with you as much as I want afterward,” I teased.

“No,” he growled.

“But—”

“We can’t do that. I can give you this. Now. If you want it. And that’s all.”