She considered the matter. “I don’t think so? I mean, I don’t imagine an extra appendage is everunwelcomein bed, but its usage would probably be startling the first time.”
“I wouldn’t know from personal experience.” His lips curved in amusement, he admired her sprawled body in return. “If you feel the desire to experiment, a prehensile tail is only a glamour away. And there are always toys to…er…” He hesitated. “Fill the gap. So to speak.”
She bit back a snicker at that. “What about your tongue? Is it different from a human’s?”
Because she could have sworn that it was, although maybe her abject lust had confused her perceptions.
“It’s glamoured, typically, out of pure habit and for ease of pronunciation, but naturally forked.” He showed her, and sure enough. It was longer than a human tongue and split at the end. “I was wondering whether you’d noticed.”
The new, faint lisp to his words explained why he might prefer a more human-shaped tongue for daily use. She hated that he might feel the need to glamour himself for the comfort of others, though, or because his mother had trained him to hide his true self.
“Oh, I definitely noticed. In the best possible way,” she quickly added in response to his concerned brow-furrow. “But, Hugh, please feel free to look any way you want around me. Glamour or no glamour, tail or no tail, split tongue or no split tongue, you’regorgeous.”
With effort, she briefly met his hot amber gaze. Then couldn’tstop her eyes from sliding back down over him as she contemplated how his dick would feel inside her. How the heat would change things. The spiraling ridges. That slow, rhythmic, ever-strengtheningpulse.
Slowly, her post-orgasm malaise was transitioning back into lust. Between her legs, she was beginning to ache again.
The huskiness in her voice would have given away her renewed desire even if he hadn’t already sensed it. Which he definitely had, given the pleased, predatory gleam in his eyes.
“I’m glad you think so.” He knelt beside her on the blanket. “I intend to show you how gorgeous you are too.”
“How…” She swallowed over a Sahara-dry throat. “How are you planning to do that?”
“Thoroughly, Gwen,” he said, and reached for her. “Just like I do everything.”
24
“Wait!” Gwen exclaimed, and Hugh stopped dead. “I want you in my mouth first.”
She couldn’t wait to feel that steady pulse on her tongue—and from what she’d gathered, very few people did anything for him without wanting something in return. Maybe she couldn’t shower him with jeweled ravens or burnish his social or professional stature, but she could at least give him her body in the least selfish way she knew how.
She could, to put it bluntly, suck his dick. And given the antinausea amulet still fastened around her neck, doing so wouldn’t even trigger her pregnancy-sensitive gag reflex. Hopefully.
His brow knitted. “I want to bring you pleasure too, Gwen.”
“I know,” she told him soothingly, patting his bare, hard thigh. “Rest assured, I’ll enjoy trying to deep-throat you.”
He exhaled in a violent whoosh, as if she’d punched him in the stomach.
“I don’t think I’ll vomit on your penis.” Her nose wrinkled as she evaluated the current state of her own stomach. “If I do, please know that I’m extremely sorry.”
He began laughing helplessly, and the joy in his expression erased years from his face as he collapsed onto the blanket beside her. He might have been in his twenties again, young and untouched by the grief of his lost twin and the demands of a lost family reputation.
“As…” He bit his twitching lip. “As tempting as your offer sounds, why don’t we wait on that particular act until we’re sure how effective your amulet might be? Especially since we’re in someone else’s home?”
He made a good point.
“Rain check?” She glided her palm down the length of his arm, admiring him. Savoring the satiny heat of his thick skin.
He shivered and grew noticeably hotter under her touch, his laughter dying. “Rain check. But you don’t have to be selfless for my sake, Gwen. Your—”
“To repeat myself, I believe I’d very much enjoy sucking your dick.”
His eyes closed briefly, the dick in question throbbed visibly harder, and he had to pause before continuing. “As I was saying: Your pleasure will feed mine, because I’ll feel it. So whatever you want in this moment is genuinely what I want too. I just need you to tell me.”
Fine, then. Fellatio could wait for another time.
She thought over her preferences. “I don’t think I have the energy to be on top. Not this time, right after a vision. And I really want to see your face when you come, but when I’ve already had one orgasm, I’m most likely to have another if you’re…” Shewaved an arm expressively, ears burning with embarrassment. “If you’re, um, behind me.”
