She watched his face, fascinated by the almost pained expression there. He'd stop her if she hurt him, wouldn't he? His eyes opened into hers. They were dark again, and full of fiery energy. It was a different sort of darkness, and she belatedly recognized it as lust, though not before the gaze had sufficiently seared her insides. She turned her eyes away, unable to stand that look for long. Her hands had already increased their pace in response without urging and her thighs contracted in time with her hands. She tried to still them, but found it impossible.
His hips slowly rose to meet her hands, exposing most of him to the air and revealing moisture that was clearly not water at the mushroomed tip. As she ran her hand over it she found it slick and it allowed her to move more easily over him. Watching intently while her hands slid over the smooth flesh she remembered her sister telling her that one of her friends had used her mouth on her husband. It had seemed strange at the time, but now the thought sent an excited thrill through her.
One of his hands had moved to her back and was caressing the length of it through the thin fabric. Leaning in she mimicked the motion with her tongue and lapped from base to tip eliciting a gasping moan from him. It was a little strange, but it was also extremely exciting, touching him so intimately. She squeezed her thighs tighter causing a hot throb to course through her loins. Licking around the swollen head, she pressed her lips against the tip and slowly took him into her mouth, pulling as much inside her as possible, stretching her jaw as wide as she could. She didn't get very far before she was forced to stop and let out a chocked groan as she felt him pressing against the back of her throat. Her moan was accompanied by a low growl from above.
She looked up. He was watching her again, his eyes burning into hers. This time she didn't look away, and let them sear into her making her tremble and her hands, still wrapped around his cock, shake. But her mouth still moved, sliding rhythmically and automatically over his now slick head.
He kept his eyes locked on hers as he reached out and stroked her hair, threading his fingers through it. He gripped her head pulling her hair taunt against her skull. A shock of sensation that wasn't quite pain shot through her. She groaned low in her throat, and the vibrations made him shudder beneath her and his eyes rolled breaking their contact. She moaned again, this time intentionally and watched his rapturous expression, revelling in the sudden power. The more he growled and the harder he gripped her hair the more voraciously she tried to devour him with her tongue and hands.
He pumped his hips against her mouth and she gripped his thighs to steady herself as she felt him stiffen even more against her tongue. She let out one more moan before he gasped and cried out thickly. She felt a pressure in her mouth and it was suddenly filled. She nearly gagged and had to swallow several times to keep from choking, finally pulling away with a gasp to see the remainder still leaking from the tip. She blinked up at him taking heavy breaths.
He looked down at her as she panted in his lap, the fingers of one of his hands still loosely twined in her hair.
She felt shaken and disoriented. What was she supposed to do now? He said nothing and just sat there looking at her.
She became suddenly self-conscious. She was in disarray, her tidy pinned hair had come undone and hung in messy curls, she was half soaked, and her dress had begun to slip from her shoulders. His hand finally dropped from her hair.
She pulled her dress back up, blushing, and did her best to re-pin her errant curls. Half way she froze as he slowly reached out and started pulling at the pins she was attempting to replace. She lowered her hand and held her breath as he pulled out the last pins and poured them from his palm onto the stone floor behind him. Her hair fell down around her shoulders in a mass of dark curls.
She continued to watch him with bated breath through her loosened hair. She searched his face but he was unreadable and silent. She tried to remember what happened now, but her mind was a blur, and she was distracted by the combined heat of her arousal and embarrassment.
She remembered that they would say something, something nice to her sister, then she'd laugh sweetly, but normally Caliope left her alone, and she wouldn't hear it from the other room. He was still watching her, why wouldn't he say something she wondered. Was he unhappy with her? Surely not, he seemed well enough pleased a moment ago.
Again he said nothing, but he raised a hand to brush the hair from her face and cupped her cheek in one hand. His hand practically engulfed her but was extremely gentle, almost tender and she gave into the urge to move towards it. She sighed lightly, relieved and reassured that he'd finally acted.
"You do that for your guests then?" His voice was soft, but held a fair amount of laughter. "N-no," she stuttered out, "not me... but my sister, sometimes... with her hands I mean..."She trailed off, her blush deepening.
"First time?"
She nodded, looking at her hands in her lap.
"I hope it was adequate."
"Quite. You certainly don't lack enthusiasm." She nodded at her lap and began to rise, not being clear headed enough to think of something clever or endearing to say. But before she made it to her feet she was pulled off balance by a quick hand snaking around her waist and fell back into his readied arms as he too rose, taking their dripping bodies out of the bath. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself as he made for a side door. She must have weighed less than nothing to him because he was able to open the door easily and half tossed her onto a pile of skins and pillows near the back of the new room which looked much like the dining room, only without the long low table. She let out a yelp when he tossed her, and scrambled off the pile. He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"Where are you off to?"
"I'm soaked, I'll get it all wet." She tried to gather the clinging material so that it would drip less on the rugs. He grinned at her.
"Then why don't you take it off?"