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Once he was splayed out to her satisfaction, she looked him over, unsure where to start. She gazed at his body, eyes homing in on his thick cock that was already damp at the tip and she ran her tongue across her teeth.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, eyes locked on his crotch. Marcus had forced her to perform oral so many times that she thought she would never enjoy it. However looking at the man beneath her, she was intrigued and excited to drive him wild. His hands skimmed her thighs, gripping her tight and he rolled his hips.
She arched a brow at him. “I didn’t give you permission to move.”
“Sorry,” he stuttered out, not appearing sorry at all. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and abs, she licked her lips and he groaned. “Please,” he croaked.
How she loved it when he begged. “You want my mouth?”
He nodded eagerly and she smiled at his reaction, not trying to hold back. His eyes widened, locked on her smile. “Beautiful.”
She rewarded his sweet words by licking up his shaft, pressing her tongue into the vein that ran up the thick column. His hands fisted the sheets at his sides as oaths fell from his lips like precious falling stars in the night sky.
Her mouth enclosed his length and she sucked him in deep, swirling her tongue before dragging her mouth back up to the head and focusing there. Her hand palmed his sac, rolling and squeezing while her mouth worked him. He rolled his hips, unable to stop himself but she didn’t admonish him.
“Belle…” he warned.
She pulled her mouth off him with a pop and shook her head. “Not until I say you can.” She thought that might be pushing him too far but judging by the expression of tortured wonder on his face she had pushed just far enough.
Rebelle descended again, sucking, licking, squeezing and she felt him tense up, ready to release and she stopped. He huffed in frustration but she could see the delight that her denial gave him.
The third time he tensed up, she brought her hand in to work him and she hummed deep in her throat watching as his orgasm hit and his face twisted with pleasure.
His muscles locked up tight and he burst on her tongue and she swallowed him down over and over, releasing him with another wet pop before placing kisses on his thighs and stomach.
He lay in a boneless heap, sweat plastering his skin and glistening enticingly and his expression was one of pure ecstasy and relaxation.
Mission accomplished.
Will reached for her but she shook her head. Although she was aroused, she didn’t want to take. He’d needed comfort for whatever was bothering him and that’s all she wanted to give.
She pulled him to her, his face resting between her bare breasts. He placed reverent kisses to the skin between them while she stroked his hair. After a while, his steady breathing told her he was asleep and her own eyes closed and she slipped off with a smile on her face.
Chapter 19
“Where are you going?” Will grabbed her ankle when she tried to leave the bed, not ready to burst their bubble. His gaze roamed over her, sleepily, hungrily. She was dressed in just his white shirt which came down to mid-thigh, her hair would be a tangle all around her head and she knew she had creases in her cheeks from the pillow.
“You look mouthwatering. My little grump looks extra grumpy this morning. Come ’ere.” He tugged her ankle and she fell back onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back against his chest and instead of fighting it, she nestled in.
“You had to come back to bed eventually, I would have just waited you out,” he teased.
She huffed. “Good strategy, in the meantime who looks after all the animals?”
“Your practicality is not my friend,” he groaned, relaxing his arms and giving her the opportunity to extricate herself. But she decided to indulge in his affection a little longer. She used to hate being touched but she hadn’t realized how much she missed it in all her time alone and she loved being touched by Will.
When she didn’t untangle herself, he tightened his hold again. “The cattery will be finished next week, you know what that is, don’t you?”
“Nope?”
“It’s Christmas,” he whispered, and she stiffened in his arms. “You’re not a Christmas person?”
“Not exactly, no.”
She heard the smile in his voice. “Thank God, me neither.”
She turned in his arms, putting them face to face and she lay on him, watching him curiously. His eyes were closed, his lashes so light they looked like rays of the sun streaking across the sky. “How come?”
His brow pinched and she rested her chin on her hand, waiting for him to speak. His tongue swiped across his lips. “It’s a time for family and it’s never really been like that for me.”
