When he stopped rolling her around, resting on his side and facing her, one of her shoes fell with the mattress's forced slopes and fell against Liliana's back, which made her say, "Ah."
She stretched an arm out from his embrace and reached behind herself to get that shoe. Then she threw it as far as she could. She heard it lightly pat one of the curtains and then swipe its way down to the platform.
On her nose and cheek, Lorryll's breath fanned out. "The most excited sound you've made came from a shoe falling to you." She didn't know how to decipher his inflection. Was he angry? Was he bored? Was he going to waste more time rolling around with her like a dog?
"Please," she meekly said, "if I've displeased you, then you must correct my behaviour."
She felt his fingers at her shoulder, then her nape. He was gathering her wild hair into a single bunch behind her. "Fret not, my wife. Now lie back."
He put a little nudge to her, which prompted her to lie on her back. Liliana did so, but she made sure to pull her hair out from under herself.
He leaned over and kissed her lips again. This time his tongue went in. Liliana's eyes shut, and her fingernails scraped at the bed-sheets, making coarse little noises. But still, those old feelings she liked to ignore came back. Electricity ran through her body, even in her nails. Her tongue cared not for any hatred. It only welcomes the guest's tempting caress.
One of the man's hands went to her cheek for a few seconds, then his fingers seemed to dance and play down her throat and collarbone, then to her breast. There was a second where Liliana tensed and wondered if there would be pain.
After all, that was a fragile part of her. But no, there wasn't any pain. There was only the warmth and stimulating texture of his skin. Then there was some pressure, enough to have her toes bending and one of her hands press into the man's arm. It was such a great and thick limb; nothing soft about it. She even felt his veins and straining muscles.
Liliana realized her nipple was hardening when a deep stroke of the palm met the tip. She made a little gasp against his tongue. He slid that tongue up as his head rose, and he murmured something she didn't understand. It could've been a vulgar curse. His hand moved away, and with his breath as a guide, Liliana sensed his face moving too.
Her free hand went to her wet mouth. She had to press hard when he put a kiss on her nipple.
She was afraid of screaming. When his lips drew the nipple in, one of her legs kicked, a foot brushing against his leg. It was as if her lungs had strings being plucked.
His face rose again, and he said in half a chuckle, "Ah, there's no reward for prudence here."
Then he put his lips back to the spot and drew again. He even put his voice there, rumbling into her skin.
Her fingers slipped. Her voice shot through the openings. Her back arched. She even felt pulling and tingling sensations in her groin.
Just hurry. Please!
Liliana wondered if her heart could give out from worrying over this slow torment.
His body shifted again, his lips gone for the moment. She thought she had time to calm down, but if there had even been time for disappointment, she'd have had to deal with that.
Lorryll actually put his tongue right above her navel and slid across her belly!
What, did he think he'd taste something interesting there?!
Her belly sunk. Her arms crossed over her bosom, despite the lack of contact there.
"Husband?"
"Mmmm? Didn't you say you wanted to please me?"