Chapter 17: Blondie - One Way or Another
"Yes! The wand of man’s pleasure," Luna deadpanned. "And I have never wanted to scream-laugh so badly in my life."
Kyllian cackled. "Okay, okay...go on, Princess."
Luna stood in front of him. "So you hold it like this. At a certain angle and then she said to kiss the tip. Tenderly."
Kyllian was very still now. The amusement had turned into something else, something that curled low in his stomach. His eyes, half-lidded, followed her hands with a growing intensity.
"Go on..." he said, voice husky.
She lifted the banana to her mouth and gently pressed her lips to the top of it, her brows furrowed in exaggerated confusion. "What part of the banana is the tip, Kyllian? They’re symmetrical. Is this why men are so weird about sex? Do your bananas come with instructions?"
He couldn’t breathe. He could not breathe. His pants were officially tight.
"Then," she continued, her tone both innocent and vaguely horrified, "she said to take it in my mouth and... lick it, like this."
She did. Just a slow, experimental flick of the tongue across the fruit. Not even seductive, not trying to be but holy hell, it might as well have been choreographed by sin itself.
Kyllian made a low sound. Something between a groan and a cough. "Luna."
"What?" she asked, eyes wide and tragically genuine. "Am I doing it wrong?"
"No. No, gods help me, that’s... disturbingly effective." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself, but it was a lost cause. His shorts betrayed him. The evidence of his growing discomfort was far from subtle.