Numair's breathing slowly returned to normal. When he felt capable of managing speech, he looked down at the woman in his arms and found her looking back up at him, beaming.
"Magelet, that was…"
"Good?" She asked, in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.
"Very, very good," he whispered, and the words conjured up, for both of them, the memory of the day he had proposed. She shivered from the heat in her tone, delicious sparks dancing up her spine. He noticed and grinned, rolling her off his shoulder and onto the bed where he began to kiss her neck, collarbone, and shoulder. His lips made their way to her breasts and she sighed as he took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth and sucked gently.
"Numair," she said.
"Mmmm?" He replied, not taking his mind, or his mouth, off his self appointed task.
"Uhm," she sounded unsure, and Numair stopped nuzzling her and looked up.
"What is it, sweetling?"
"Last night…" she started, and his stomach clenched. He didn't want to think about their fight right now. He forced himself to sound calm.
"What about last night?"
"You were a little less gentle with me. And…"
He winced. "I'm sorry about that. I got carried away."
"No. No. I'm trying to say that – that I liked it. When you were a little less controlled."
"Oh, really now?" His confidence returned, and with it a hint of the arrogance that she found so sexy.
"I wouldn't want it to always be like that. I love everything you do to me…"
"With you," Numair cut in, with slightly more force than he intended. "Darling, even when I'm pleasuring you, we are experiencing these things together. We do things with each other, not to each other. Okay? It's not passive. Your consent – your desire to be pleasured – is active. Always. It's two sided, even when the actions are not. Does that make sense? You wanting it is as important and me doing it – more important, actually."
She smiled and nodded. "I love that language matters to you. I understand, and I agree, and I promise you are always doing things with me. With my… full enthusiasm."
He kissed her deeply. "Good. Now… I believe we were discussing desires you have?" And with that, he pinched her nipple, just a little harder than usual. She gasped. "Do you like that?" Daine nodded. He leaned down and bit her with just enough force to make her tense up before releasing and kissing the same spot. "Tell me, Daine. Tell me if you like this."
"Yes," she moaned, and he grinned wickedly.
"What else do you like?"
"What?" she asked, blushing.
"I want you to tell me what you like. Even better, I want you to tell me what you want me to do, right now."
"I want you to," she paused, looking for words. "I want you to dig your fingers into my skin."
He flipped her over, exposing her pale, lovely back to his hands and mouth. He ran his fingers down her sides, pressing in deeply and allowing his nails to rake across her hips. She hissed. He kissed and licked her spine until he reached her shoulder blade, which he took between his teeth.
"Oh gods," Daine cried, spurring Numair on. He switched his attention to the other shoulder. "I really like that," Daine gasped. He leaned close, and Daine felt his warmth breath in her ear.
"I can tell," he murmured. "What else do you want?"
Daine couldn't tell if her face burned with desire or embarrassment. Numair worked his way down her body, caressing, kissing, biting, and grabbing at the sensitive nooks and crannies he was getting to know so well as he went. He made it to her spectacular, muscled bum and slid her loincloth over her hips and down her legs. He grabbed and massaged firmly, slowly pulling her legs open. His nails dug into her thighs. "Tell me what you want, Daine." His voice was husky and he spoke barely above a whisper.
"I want you to put your mouth on me," she blurted, forcing the words out quickly.
"Mmmm," he moaned, "Put my mouth on you where? Here?" He kissed her tailbone. "Here?" He bit gently on a butt cheek. "Or here?" He licked each thigh, slowly. She groaned and wriggled. "Here, perhaps." He slid down and settled between her legs, lifting her up so she her core hovered above his mouth.
"Yes," she breathed. "There."
"And where is there?" Numair asked, his breath teasing across her most intimate parts. He gave her one lazy lick. "Where is my mouth, my darling?"
"It's on my vagina," she choked out the words as she ground herself down onto him, desperate for him to touch her. The very small part of Numair's brain that was not consumed with the naked, shuddering woman on top of him was delighted at her use of the anatomical word, both because he had taught her that word in their lessons about animal healing, and because she didn't seem to know any of the more colloquial terms. One day, he thought, he might teach her some new language. But for the moment, he set about rewarding her for being so brazen.
"Yes – It – Is," he agreed, punctuating each word with flicks against her clit before beginning to lick her in earnest. He had never pleasured her from this angle before, and he was enjoying the feeling of being trapped under her. He felt at once possessive and possessed, and it was driving him wild.
Daine, for her part, was feeling primal. She was on all fours with Numair's head between her legs, and every ounce of her Wild Magic was screaming in her veins, reminding her of the animalistic nature of this position, thinking of all the times she had watched animals mount each other and wondering what it would be like to have Numair behind her, sliding into her. Without conscious thought, her nails transformed into long cat claws that she dug into Numair's sheets, leaving holes.
Numair noticed. "Excited, love?" He murmured against her core, nuzzling her with his long nose as he spoke.
"Mmmhmmm…" Daine moaned in reply, unable to truly form sentences. Numair stopped, and Daine groaned. "No, don't stop. Pleaaaaaaase."
"Just for a moment, love." He shifted the two of them up the bed slightly, and used his large, strong hands to move her body so that she was sitting up with her hands braced on the wall behind her, the brief pause giving her enough control to turn claws back into nails. "This is called Queening," he explained. "I am your throne and your dutiful subject. You sit there and receive adulation." With that, he grasped her hips hard and began to pump his tongue in and out of her.
The feeling of Numair's tongue plunging into her was deeply erotic and the sensations were new and powerful, and also deeply frustrating. He was making her feel so good, overwhelming her with the novelty of everything he was showing her, but the feelings weren't enough to help tip her over the edge. She growled, both with pleasure and need, and her mage laughed. He had enough experience to know exactly what he was, and was not, doing to her, and he was taking great joy in teaching her the sides of sexuality he hadn't yet dared introduce her to: desperation, teasing, power, control… But he also loved giving her what she wanted. He shifted himself slightly, moving his tongue so it pressed against her clit, and then instead of moving his mouth over her, he began moving her body, grinding and sliding her over his tongue. She gasped, and cried out, and then started to move her hips of her own volition, riding his lips and tongue in total, wild abandon. Despite her earlier attentions, Numair was rock hard, and as he heard his love scream his name and felt her shake in ecstasy, he joined her, feeling his own climax spill over his belly and groaning in delight and surprise.