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“You’ve had a relationship with one man? For how long?” I want to find him and cut off his dick.
“No, I’ve had sex with one man. Once.”
My brain malfunctions. “Once,” I state, extremely relieved and then feel like a jerk for hoping she didn’t have any fun with the one.
“Being on the run wasn’t the best scenario for being in an honest relationship. Having one-night stands scared me, especially with humans.” Her hands twist on her lap.
“I am grateful. But I don’t want to scare you,” I growl.
“You won’t. I want you to teach me,” she says, a slight smile tugging at her lips.
“Teach you?” Fuck, I think I just came.
“I still don’t want to complete the bond yet. But I have a burning in my whole body, and you are the only one who can help with that.”
All my attention is fixed on her face. She wants me to teach her. Her words run over and over again through my head. Are there any sweeter words she could have said?
“What is your word?”
“Pineapple.”
“Take off your panties,” I snarl.
Her hands are steady, and her eyes are excited as she does what I say.
“Stay,” I say as I leave the bed. I use the bathroom and wash my hands. I walk back to the bed to see her as I left her, her legs bent beside her, eyes on me, and my cock leaks. I stop at the edge of the bed and strip off my pants. I resume my spot, except lower on the bed.
I take in her tousled image.
“Elijah?” she questions.
“You can use your hands or your mouth; your choice,” I start, stroking myself. “I’ll let you leave my shirt on this time, but soon I will want to taste those beautiful tits.” Her eyes widen. “I want you to climb on, your head over my cock, and your sweet pussy over my mouth.”
“What?” she whispers, her arousal perfuming the air.
“You heard me.” I curl my finger. “Come sit on my face.”
Chapter Ten
Saylor
I’ve never sucked a man's cock before. I’ve barely even seen or touched one. I have nothing to compare it to. His can’t be normal. If this is normal, Rex was tiny. My eyes are glued to his hand that surrounds it.
It was heaven waking up next to him, touching him. The fire inside me is getting more powerful and harder to control. I let my eyes roam. Elijah has a beautiful body. Tight muscles encased in tattooed skin. He’s not covered in ink, but I count fifteen at least. He doesn't have any reservations about being an object of fascination. He lets me look my fill.
In my singular experience, Rex’s mouth didn’t get anywhere near my crotch. I’m not sure how I feel about it. In theory, it seems as if it could be enjoyable.
I have the urge to look down at myself and make sure I shaved. It hasn’t been a top priority to keep it under control.
I restrain myself. My brain switches directions and tries to picture his view if I do as he asks. I cringe.
“Kitty Cat,” he calls. “Do you want this?” He continues softly, “We don’t have to continue. I can use my fingers again, make you come. I never want you to be uncomfortable with anything we do together. We can take a break, talk about what you want, what you expect. I will never pressure you.”
His words calm me. Do I want this? I really want his hands on me. I really want his mouth on me, everywhere. “Yes,” I admit.
“I will only do things you are comfortable with.” He sits up, cupping my neck. “There are many ways I can relieve you. We can work up to this way.”
I am too curious to stop. “I suppose it’s the fear of the unknown,” I confess. “I’m just a little nervous.”
