"What are you doing there?"
I looked up as the dome of blanket covering my head was lifted, and caught the amused gaze of silver eyes, hooded by sleepiness and arousal--which I felt clearly within my palm.
Giggling slightly, I pressed my lips onto the cold, throbbing flesh in front of my face, and licked it. The hand that got rid of the blanket was now on my head, scraping my scalp with the sound of harsh breath from above.
"So naughty this early in the morning?" Natha arched his brow, and I shrugged.
"It was hard, like..."
"Like...?"
I stroked the length with my hands and tilted my head. "Like it asked me to do something?"
"And this is your conclusion?"
Trailing the pulsing vein to the smooth, round head, I looked up and asked against the twitching slit. "Should I stop?"
