The thought shocked her.
She'd never imagined such a thing, tasting a man's seed. But why not, she wondered? There was no reason she couldn't taste him. After all, he had tasted her. He certainly liked being touched there; why wouldn't he like the touch of her mouth? A shiver ran through her. It would be so daring to lick him.
What would he think as he woke up? She had to find out.
Scooting down on the bed, she made herself comfortable and stole one more quick glance up at him.
Still asleep. Good. She moved her head in closer to him, then reached out with the tip of her tongue to touch that small drop of liquid. It was salty, strange. Not unpleasant, but strange. She licked him again, and the length of his penis jumped under her touch. It was much redder now, and very hard. She ran her tongue around the edge of the helmet-like head, enjoying the smooth touch on her tongue. Then she was struck with another idea. What if she sucked the head into her mouth?
She opened her mouth wide; careful to keep her teeth covered by her lips, and slowly sucked his c**k in. It was big, bigger than she'd imagined, and hot. She could taste a little more of the salty fluid, and his body shifted slightly under her. She pulled her head back up, and his c**k came out of her mouth with a popping sound. She looked up at him suspiciously. Was he awake?
But his breathing was slow and steady, and his eyes were closed. She turned her attention back to his erection, then opened her mouth over it again. She sucked it in smoothly this time, exploring the surface with her tongue. She probed the little hole right at the tip, then swirled her tongue around it. He shifted again, but this time she ignored it. She wanted to see how much of him she could fit in her mouth, and started slowly lowering her head down on him. She made it about a third of the way before her mouth was full, so she pulled back up, sucking on it as she went. It was rock hard now.
He twitched again, and she started to lift her head up to look at him. The movement was stopped when his hand gripped the back of her head, holding her still on his hard length.
"Please don't stop," he whispered, his voice sounding strained in her ears. "You have no idea how much it would mean to me if you didn't stop."
He pressed her down, firmly enough to show her what he wanted, but not so hard she couldn't have gotten away. She didn't feel trapped at all, she thought. She felt powerful; Jax was completely at her mercy. She lowered her head again, reveling in the gasp he gave as she did so. He was hers to play with.
She moved her head up and down along his length, keeping a steady suction. She could feel the tension under her hands. His thighs were tight, and as she kept moving she realized they were actually quivering under her touch. This powerful man was hers.
His hands pushed her down against c**k urgently. She took the hint, bobbing her head up and down more quickly. More liquid was seeping out of him now. She could taste the salty warmth in her mouth.
His breathing was harsh in the morning air. She sucked him in time and again. Her jaw was starting to ache a bit, but the slight discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure she knew she was giving him.
She felt strong and powerful, completely in control of the warrior who lay before her. It made her feel almost giddy.
His hands gripped her head more tightly, and he gave a long, low moan. He was close to coming. She could tell every muscle in his body was rock hard. She sucked against him as hard as she dared, and he pushed her face down into his c**k again, fingers tightly wound in her hair. She gripped him with her mouth, sucking and massaging him with her tongue, and then he exploded with a groan.
The wave of hot seed hit her and she swallowed, gulping each time he shot into her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally his hands released their tight grip on her head, and she slowly pulled away from him. She sat up, looking over his relaxed, spent body lying on her bed. He smiled up at her, his face softer than she'd ever seen it.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
"You're welcome," she answered, blushing hotly. "I'm not quite sure why I did that…"
"Well, I appreciated it a great deal," he said, a touch of humor on his face. "I'm not really worried about the analysis."
She laughed, then cuddled up next to him. He tucked her into the crook of his arm, hugging her to him.
"So what now?" he asked finally. She stilled, unsure of what to tell him. Then she spoke.
"I still don't think you have a place in my life permanently," she said softly. He grew still against her. "I don't need or want a man, Jax. I know you're not like Calvin was, but I still don't plan to open myself up like that again. But we have a deal, and it's pretty silly to pretend that I don't enjoy sharing a bed with you. Let's just enjoy ourselves for the next two and a half weeks. I don't want to think beyond that."
Jax stayed silent for a moment.
"All right," he said finally. "If that's what you want."
"It is," she said firmly. "I don't think I can handle anything more than that."
Chapter Five
"Jax," Mali asked, delicately licking a bit of porridge off her finger. "How long are you going to stay with us?"
Jax and Sarai shot each other a glance across the kitchen table. Sarai started to speak, but to her surprise, Able cut her off.
"He's going to be here another week, and then he's leaving," the boy replied firmly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Isn't that right, Jax?"
"Yes," Sarai said. She met his gaze and held it. "Jax will be leaving in another week. We've had a very good visit with him, but he can't stay forever."
"Why not?" Mali asked, looking at her mother in confusion. "Don't you like it here, Jax? I thought you liked us."
"I do like it here," Jax said, thinking his answer through carefully. "And I would very much like to stay with you. But I don't think your mother is quite ready for that, and I don't want her to be unhappy.
Making your mother happy is very important to me."
"But if you leave I'm going to be unhappy," Mali said, lower lip quivering.
"Sweetheart, this is a grown-up thing," Sarai said quietly. "Just because Jax came to visit us doesn't mean he can stay and live with us. He has his own life. He's a soldier, you know. He has to go and fight the empire with his people."
"Soldiers die sometimes," Able said, a smug note in his voice. Mali burst into tears.
"I don't want Jax to die!" she wailed
"I'm not going to die—" Jax said, but he was cut off by Sarai's tight voice.