“This is your pussy, and I would very much like you to sit on my face, so that I can savor every last bit of your arousal.”
“You want to taste me—there?” Her body was heating with every erotic word coming from his mouth. His fingers now exploring, igniting her inner fire to an inferno. Her eyes fluttered closed when he found the center of her pleasure.
“God, yes. Please, Caillen.”
She was panting when she finally agreed with a simple breathy, “Yes.”
The next thing she knew, Simon was lifting her up by her ribcage toward the headboard and she was on her knees with his head between her legs. Desire flowed through her as she watched the way he stared at her core. For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he had when he was making his body slow down to savor the moment, except this was different. This time he was taking pleasure in her scent. His gaze returned to her center before rising to her face.
“Play with your breasts and sit on my face, Caillen,” he ordered.
Her gaze locked on his and she lowered her body to his mouth as she reached up to squeeze her breasts. She felt the heat of his breath, and then his tongue was licking up her center. The sensation was so new and raw her legs began to quiver. The intensity of his gaze was dominating, yet she was the one on top as he gave to her over and over. Licking and nipping, finding that nub of pleasure that heated her body beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Her eyes closed of their own accord. Every fiber of her being focused on what he was doing, what she was doing, as she tweaked her nipples the same way he had. He teased and tempted, drawing her into the moment and making her focus on that one spot as his tongue swirled over it. When his finger dipped inside her, she nearly fell over. She grabbed the headboard and her hips began moving of their own accord. Tingles ran down her legs, chased by a burning fire all the way to her toes, where it pooled and ricocheted back to her core in a sensation so wonderful she didn’t know how to identify it.
“Let go, Caillen.”
It was as if the permission he gave her set her free. The moment his tongue began to flick on that bud of pleasure once more, something inside her unleashed. Wave after wave of bliss pulsed through her body, shattering her into pieces, as she bit her arm to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
When she was finally able to focus, she looked down at Simon to see the love in his eyes as his tongue lazily circled the spot he had driven mad moments earlier. He pulled his finger from inside her and sucked her juices from its length, this time savoring her taste with a groan.
“That was magnificent.”
He grinned. “Thank you.”
She looked over her shoulder. “But you didn’t…”
“Come? No, I did not.”
“Do you want to?”
He chuckled then, a serenity crossed his face she had never witnessed before. “A man desires to come every hour of the day. I can wait.”
“What if I don’t want to wait? What if I want to make love with you now?” She was rather shocked to find that she did.
“Then, I would ask you to move down and sit on my cock.” It was as if he were holding his breath, saying a silent prayer that she would do just that.
“I can do that?”
He nodded but didn’t say a word. He relinquished the reins with ease and, as she looked back at his proud shaft extending up against his stomach, she felt a momentary hesitation before she slid down his body. Simon helped to lift her high enough to hover over the top of him and, as she gazed down where their bodies barely touched, a ridiculous sense of fear began to grip hold of her emotions.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to.” His voice was full of compassion and understanding as he began to move her to the side. It was then that his concern blended with her desires and made all the difference in the moment.
“No,” she whispered and gripped his wrists. He froze in place and she told him the truth. “I am frightened, but I love you, and I trust you. I want to share everything with you, including my body, my hopes and my dreams for the future. I want to share a home, a family, and I want to share your bed in every way possible.”
He sat up and kissed her, softly, tenderly, giving her the love she had dreamt of her entire life. But she wanted more from him than his heart. She wanted his body, his passion, his fantasies. She demanded more as she took his face in her handsand returned the kiss with every ounce of love she had for him. Stealing his breath, she drove her tongue into his mouth to taste her own orgasm on his tongue. His cock nudged at her entrance and she deepened the kiss, devouring his restraint and her own as he lowered her body onto his. Slowly, inch by inch, she took him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he filled her beyond the point of completion.
He groaned into their kiss before pulling back and asking, “Are you well?”
She laughed.
He groaned again. “Caillen, darling, you’re going to unman me, you must stop laughing. Your sweet, tight pussy is strangling me.”
She froze. Horror spreading through her body at the thought of hurting him. Realizing the panic his words caused, Simon held her feet in place at the center of his back as he began to laugh. His cock created amazing sensations within her, with every course of his laughter, driving her mad with the desire to move even more.
“You’re not hurt?” She asked.
“Absolutely not.”
