“Sirin—“ he called, voice taut with tension.
“Mmmm?” she hummed.
“I don’t know how long I can—it’s been a while and I just don’t ken how long I can last if yeh keep—“ he gasped as she sucked hard on his head, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, caressing the thick vein he had there. Sirin increased her suction and came off the top of his head with a pop before wiping a thick string of viscous liquid off of her bottom lip.
“Too much?” She smirked.
“Just a bit. Iamtrying to let yeh play, woman. But I think yeh are determined to kill me instead,“ he whined, hips fucking into her hand. “I am trying to let yeh have your fun, but we might have to come back to this.”
“Oh?“ She lowered her head to lick him from base to tip, never looking away from his strained face. “I simply thought if we were exploring then—“ She cut off and giggled as he surged up to flip her onto her back.
“I am telling yeh,wife,I can’t take much more, and I’m trying real hard to be impressive.“ He nuzzled between her breasts and ran a hand along her slit. “Now, unless yeh have objections, I’m going to fill this pretty pussy, and yeh can return to your special brand of torture later.”
“Well, I suppose,” Sirin said with feigned annoyance. “You’ll find I don’t take kindly to interruptions in my research, and I was finding you to be such an interesting subject. But, Isuppose,as long as it promises to be diverting…“ Sirin raised her eyebrows at him, her breath catching as he fit his length along her slit.
“Diverting? Aye, I’ll show yeh diverting,” he taunted back, his grin wicked. Berne slid himself along her folds, gliding along her clit, and coated his cock in her slickness. Sirin moaned and he kissed her deeply, the taste of her own arousal lingering on his tongue, tart and earthy.
Finally, Berne notched his blunt head at her entrance and pressed firmly inside, slow despite her slickness. He worked himself deeper with shallow thrusts, opening her wide, molding her channel until he filled her, until his pelvis ground against her own. He tipped his forehead to hers and they froze, panting. Sirin wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing into his back and grinding her cunt against him.
“Berne,“ she gasped, feeling his hardness jump inside her. “You’reeverywhere!“ And he was. Like she’d been made for him, or he for her, they fit and locked together. Two pieces of a puzzle finally reunited. It was too much, too perfect. She was raw before him, overcome by the overwhelming, consuming.
No, that was ridiculous. One didnotfall in love in a day. They just didn’t; it was categorically impossible. But yet, there wassomething. A seed, a spark she’d never felt. A connection that could easily grow into love.
Sirin stared into his deep blue eyes, terrified and overjoyed and unmoored and so, sorelieved.This was a person she couldlove, who could love her. He looked at her with such sincere adoration. Had cracked her open so completely before him that her every nerve felt on fire with the feel of him.
With slow, deliberate relentlessness, he withdrew and drove into her again, his rhythm teasing and torturous. She whined, and the sound seemed to release something within him. Berne growled and rose on his knees, pulling her onto his lap. The change made it so he was deeper, and she gasped as she canted her hips against his. Sirin’s inner walls throbbed, her world narrowing to where he entered her, where his hands clutched her thighs, his heavy-lidded gaze captivating her. He released one of his hands to caress her belly and pressed his large thumb over her clit. The fire raging in her cunt shot up and ricocheted in her brain, her orgasm making her cry out as her muscles clenched around him. She fell off the precipice of her pleasure, tingling with ecstasy, toes curled and back arched.
Vaguely, she was aware when Berne lost all semblance of composure as she came, roaring and pumping into her before rising onto his knees and holding her firmly against him as he came. As he came down from his orgasm, he pumped a few more times and rubbed her thighs.
He let her legs fall to the bed and she wiped her hair away from her eyes. Berne shivered and lay over her, burrowing into her neck and kissing it gently. They lay quietly, running their hands over one another and soaking in the moment as their breaths calmed. After a pause, Berne looked around the room before he chuckled and buried his head in her shoulder, laughing.
“What?” Sirin asked, suddenly self-conscious. Had that not been as good for him as it had for her?
“I didn’t think to grab anything to clean up with. I don’t love sleeping in a wet spot, so I suppose I’ll need to figure something out. Someone,me, a while ago apparently, thought throwing my shirt across the room was a good idea, but it would be pretty handy right now.”
Sirin burst out laughing with him. She smacked his shoulder playfully.
“I thought there was something wrong, I thought—“ she cut off her voice devolved into a whisper “I thought you didn’t have a good time.” Mortification heated her face. It’dseemedlike he’d enjoyed himself, but he might have been regretting saddling himself with her for a partner. Intensely grateful and so overcome with the magnitude of feeling swelling in her breast, Sirin leaned into the side of Berne’s face. She pursed her lips against his temple and breathed in sharply.
“Did yeh just smell me?” he asked, his eyes crinkling in mirth.
Sirin blushed; she hadn’t even thought about doing it. It had been a purely instinctual action, one she’d not engaged in since being home. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she cleared her throat, smiling. “It’s actually a cultural thing. I am honestly not sure why we do it. It’s a closeness thing. For loved ones.” She shrugged, trying to play it off. If he thought it was weird, it was not like she needed to keep doing it—though even thinking of that felt like a rejection.
Berne leaned up to kiss her on her forehead, and he sniffed in as he did so. “I love that. Did I do it right?”
Sirin pressed her lips together, nodding. “That was just right.”
“When I said yeh were a gift, I had no idea.” He looked down at her before softly kissing her lips, cheeks, and eyelids. “I’m the happiest, proudest man in the world because I get to do that over and over again for the rest of my life.” He squeezed her close, trailing his fingers down her spine.
“Really?” she asked, knowing that she was moon-eyed after his lovely words. “You aren’t disappointed you ended up with me?”
The deep rumble of his laughter vibrated through her as he ducked his face into her neck. “Never! If I’m disappointed in anything, it’s in myself. I wanted to make this perfect and I’m realizing I have nothing to catch my seed, nowhere inside for yeh to pee, and I didn’t start a fire before we started and yeh might be getting cold,” he punctuated his sentences with kisses.
“Oh well, I am pretty cozy right now,” she said, wiggling beneath him.
“Good, it’s a start. Because I still feel like I need to trick yeh into being happy with me and I’m worried I haven’t done enough. I know yeh didn’t have much choice in the matter but I’d prefer it not be something yeh regret forever. Iwillbe a good mate to yeh Sirin and I swear I’ll show yeh every day how grateful I am to hav yeh,“ he smiled and tucked his head back into the crook of her neck. “Plus, I’ll take yeh to see where the lady sleeps tomorrow, and that has to count for something eh?”
Sirin nodded and thought for a moment before scratching into his beard. “I haven’t had much time to process, but I can think of thousands of worse scenarios than to be stuck in the exact place I need to be to do my research with an insanely handsome man who gives me themost delicioussex I have ever had.“ She cupped his face, rubbing her thumb along his temple. “You didn’t choose this either. But I don’t want you thinking for the next seventy years you need to make this up to me. You saved my life and got an, admittedly gorgeous, talented, kind, wonderful, sexy wife out of it.”
