His breath became ragged. His eyes flickered an obsidian, with anticipation. "I would love to see your lips wrapped around me, Anastasia," he rasped. "But will you be comfortable here?"
"I am at no discomfort, Aly. If you don't want to, it's fine."
"Don't want?" he said as a shudder passed through his legs. "There is not a day I don't want to see those rosy lips around me. Do you know how many times I have fantasized about you when I wasn't with you? My mind was a gutter when I thought of your mouth—" He bit back a grunt. "Yes, sweetheart, I want you there. I need you there."
"Then let me do it," she said in a melodious voice.
"I am all yours," he said and flicked his fingers to form a sound barrier around them.
