Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 6

Lesion waited for Tully to finish trying on all the clothes. She was making him judge every outfit which engaged his photographic memory. After the third one, he had a neat catalog of Tully at every angle. How many fucking outfits had that woman given? By the time she was on the last one, his need to map her had grown exponentially.

Maybe he could use what he’d obtained from the fashion show and keep it general. His habits required he collect every detail that could be obtained from a thing but that couldn’t happen with her.

“Which one is your favorite?” she asked, poking just her head out the bathroom door.

He knew there was no getting out of this game of hers and picked. “The black one.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It’s so…bulky. Maybe a little hard to move in if we’re journeying in the swamps?”

He forgot about that. “The white one.”

She gasped with a happy nod. “Good pick!”

Right. The one that made it very obvious she wasn’t a child but a beautiful woman while giving her an ethereal appearance. He could’ve picked any other one, so why didn’t he?

The ankle high rubber boots should’ve looked ridiculous but instead it captured her child-like nature and complimented everything. “Do you have a brush?” she wondered.

He got up and fetched it from his groomers box. His own hair was long and kept in dreadlocks. But there were occasions he washed and required grooming tools. He went to hand over the brush then paused. “I’ll do it.”

He pulled the kitchen chair out and gesture she sit.

“Are you sure? I have a very tender scalp. Momma says I’m a big baby.”

“If I hurt you, I’ll let you do it.”

He pulled up the other chair and gathered her long blonde curls behind her back. Starting at the very bottoms, he worked the bristles through the silk.

“I can barely feel it,” she said, impressed.

“Good.”

“You have long hair, is that where you learned this?”

“Yes.”

“I like your hair. Maybe you’ll let me brush it one day.”

Not likely, but... “Maybe.”

“I like your beard too. I want to touch it. But I won’t,” she said, as if he needed assuring.

“Nobody touches my hair or my beard.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So…I’d be the first?”

He smiled that she’d exempted herself. “You would.”

“I like being your first. Not that kind of first and…just the idea, I mean.”

He was sure he liked it more. When he worked all the knots out of her hair, he realized he was just getting started. Stroking his fingers through the golden silk, he mapped everything that could be, mentally recording. The golden light ended at her butt and he couldn’t seem to stop touching it.

“You like my hair?”

He considered his answer carefully, not wanting her to read too far into it and yet needing her to know just how amazing it was. “Very much,” he decided to admit.

“Really?” she said, oblivious to her beauty. “I was wanting to cut it.”

His hands froze a moment then returned to stroke with a covetous intent. “Your hair reminds me of dawn’s first light, magically spun into hair. Don’t ever cut it.”

She didn’t answer right away and he worried he’d over done it. “Wow,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize how beautiful it was.”

He gave a smile. “Now you know.”

“Yes,” she said, sounding like she might be smiling. “What are you doing to it?”

“Braiding it.”

“You can braid?”

“I can,” he said, taking his time with a fishbone braid. When he was done, he fastened the end then moved it to the front of her body. “There. The swamp princess is ready to meet her maker.”

She hurried to the bathroom and gasped, “I love it! What do you mean, I’ll meet my maker?” she wondered when she stood before him again.

“He’s everywhere in the swamp.”

“God?”

He laughed at seeing she took him literally. “Well, He did make it so He’s a part of it.”

A look of amazement filled her face. “Then that would mean…he’s everywhere because he made everything?” she double checked.

“I would agree with that.”

“I never thought of such a thing! That’s so smart of you to figure out!”

He stared at her, the look on her face making him ponder again what he was supposed to do with her. Why she was there? What was her purpose with him and him with her?

“Well, I’m ready to be your helper. What will we be doing?”

“No work today. Just you meeting my swamp.”

She gave a light squeal. “I can’t wait!”

For the next four hours, she sat right in front of him in his little boat, her exuberance rubbing against his skin non-stop. By noon, he needed a break from it or else he’d do more than observe with his eyes. “We’ll go back and eat lunch and rest a bit.”

“And use the bathroom!” she gasped with wide eyes.

He shook his head. “Tully, why didn’t you tell me?”

She glanced over her shoulder with a wince. “I didn’t want to stop.”

Back at his pier, she ran the whole way to the house ahead of him. By the time he got there, she was laid out on the bed, moaning in what sounded like relief.

“Tired?”

“Yes,” she gasped, sounding surprised.

“Take a nap. I’ll get our food while you do.”

“Mmmm,” she barely said, sounding halfway in dream land already. “I love your food.”

And he loved feeding her.

An hour later, he walked to the bed and stared down at her, watching her sleep. He was sure he’d never seen anything more perfect and it made his mind sizzle with those exploratory habits and needs. He was accustomed to touching everything he studied and he very much wanted to study her at such a depth. How could he, without crossing lines? Wasn’t like she was one of his projects. Although…maybe she could be.

He ate before waking her, wanting to be free to watch her eat. He wasn’t sure what he loved more, her exuberance when eating or the way she licked the food from her lips while making all her satisfied sounds. He realized all her hungers called to him to feed.

“Would you be willing to be my first female subject?”

The question came unbidden, like his brain was tired of waiting on him. She paused eating, eying him with that eager light in her blue eyes. “What…does that mean?”

He considered how to explain it. “You would let me…study you.”

“Study me? Why?” she wondered, dragging her teeth over her lower lip.

“Because that’s what I do. I study things. I’ve never had a female subject to study before. It would help me develop various protocols and medicines.”

He held back the rest of why. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

The light in her eyes brightened. “I can help with that?” she wondered, holding back her excitement.

“You could.”

She added a smile. “I would love to. What do I do first?”

He lowered his gaze, feeling like a predator suddenly. “I…usually map all my subjects.”

“Map? Like an actual map?”

“Sort of.”

“How do you do that?”

“I draw them.”

“You…have to draw me?”

“For medical reasons,” he reminded.

“Okay,” she agreed with a happy smile. “When do you want to?”

From the moment he laid eyes on her. But that was always the case with his brain. He found things in the field and brought them home to his lab and mapped them immediately. She was surely no different other than he wanted to do it way more than he’d ever wanted and it was taking him too long to get to it. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she said, sending his pulse racing in excitement. “Where do we do it?”

“Wherever you’re comfortable.”

“What…do I have to do exactly?”

“Just lay still while I draw you.”

She glanced around. “Do I stand?”

“It might take a while.”

“What about the bed?”

“The bed would work.”

She made her way to it and sat. “Should I lay down?”

He’d stood, his hands itching for his pencils now. “You can. I’ll get my equipment.”

“Okay,” she said.

She lay on the bed, an angelic offering of perfect female data. The way he salivated for what she gave made him pause and reconsider if it was the best idea. But the thought of not doing it filled him with enough fire to burn down the entire swamp. He had to do this.

He went into his lab room and got his tablet and pencil. He’d settle for a rough drawing then transfer it to his draft table for a clean work with more details. Later. When she slept.

He entered the main room and froze. His heart hammered as his gaze locked on the bed where Tully lay exactly the way he needed but would never ask. Naked.

He slowly made his way over, strangling the pencil and notebook in his hands as hunger made his pulse hammer through his body for every detail about her.

“I thought it would be easier for you to draw this way.” Her breathless words said she’d taken a risk and was now worried. “I can…put my clothes back on if not.”

“No,” he said, coming to stand right next to the bed, his eyes moving slowly over her. They stopped at her breasts, and his brain ran in circles as he watched in silent fascination her nipples change before his eyes, growing tight and tall. He should be drawing but he couldn’t tear his eyes off them.

Her chest rose and fell at a pace that made him curious. “Are you scared?” he asked, not wanting her to be.

“No,” she whispered.

“Good. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”

“I”m not,” she whispered as he began drawing finally, starting at her head. He drew her face and mouth, then worked more on her eyes. She stared at the ceiling and before long, he was lost to the task. She turned her gaze to him and he angled his head.

“What?” she whispered.

“I want to draw a light in your eyes but… there actually isn’t one.”

She looked back at the ceiling. “What…do you think so far?”

He stepped back, allowing her breasts to come into his gaze. They’d changed again. The tips were no longer tight and tall but smooth and silky looking. And soft. Or were they firm and full?

“Do you like them?” she whispered, drawing his gaze.

She stared at the ceiling still. “You’re a perfect specimen,” he said, glad he didn’t have to lie.

“So…what do you want to learn about a woman?” she wondered.

“Everything,” he said, the answer easy.

“Everything…medical?”

“Yes.”

She swallowed and kept her eyes on the ceiling. “What about…the non-medical things?”

He regarded her. “I think they’re all medically related.”

“Even…the sexual stuff?”

“Yes,” he said, sure again.

“How much do you know?”

“I think I know a lot, but…need things confirmed.”

“I can…tell you things.”

His gaze slowly moved along her trim waist, the direction of the conversation sending that odd buzz through his blood to pound in his cock. “What can you tell me?”

“How…things work. And feel.”

He was curious now. “What things?”

“The…female things.”

“Like?”

“Like…what feels good and…what makes it feel good.”

He’d never let himself contemplate the things he couldn’t study. He knew theoretically that the female body was designed for the male—which he was. And now, he was experiencing just how powerful that connection was. The need to test and explore that connection had his brain burning with greed and no care to deny it. “Tell me everything,” he said.

He watched her tongue sweep over her lips, amazed to find that even that affected his male body now. “Certain places feel good.”

“What places?” He surely needed to know but not with words. He already knew what places but didn’t know the exact details of how it all worked.

“My breasts,” she whispered.

Yes. Those. “Show me,” he said, his eyes all over them, waiting for her to confirm.

“Here,” she whispered.

He watched her closed fingers move in circles over her breasts. Her lips parted as she stared at the ceiling still and he suddenly needed to know what pressure she was using and exactly where she was touching.

“Show me with one finger only,” he whispered, his cock beating with his pulse now.

She did, right over the tip of her nipple. It was hard again, but it barely bowed under her touch, telling him she was using little pressure.

“Where else?” he whispered, his gaze moving lower to the golden hair between her legs. “Show me.”

She slowly opened her legs and heat sucked his cock as his eyes locked on target. He got closer for a better angle as her hand lowered over the triangle. Her middle finger sank right at the top where her clitoris was and stroked in those same small circles. She made tiny sounds a lot like when she was eating but much different. Like it made her hungry for more. His arousal had him dizzy as he watched her finger move and her hips begin to lift then drop in response. Again his body reacted with a boiling violence, begging to join in the confirmation. Her moans turned more strained and her breaths quickened.

“How does it feel?” he had to know or hear.

“So good,” she barely whispered, her legs opening more.

“Fuck,” he barely said on a gasp when her finger lowered and slid in her opening. His gaze shot up to her breasts as she moved her finger over her nipple now. Her moans were louder and he realized she was going to have an orgasm. The idea he’d get to see that had him ready to have one too.

“Oh Lesion,” she barely cried, her hips moving in the most arousing way imaginable.

He slid his hand along her inner thigh, pulling her leg open more, needing to see. His fingers pressed into her muscle when her orgasm came and she opened so fucking wide, her body bowing off the bed and shaking for endless seconds. Holy fuck, something amazing had detonated in her, causing it. Something he couldn’t see and needed to, needed to understand.

The sounds of her moans began to soften and she suddenly closed her legs and covered her face with both hands, confusing him. “What’s wrong?” he wondered, winded still.

“Do you think badly of me?”

Badly? “Why? You showed me exactly what I wanted to see.”

“I did?” she whispered, chancing a look at him.

“Yes,” he said, staring at her. “Can you show me again? Talk to me this time.”

“What…do you want me to say?”

“How it feels. How you’re touching it. I need to understand.”

She nodded and drew her legs back again.

“Does it feel good to have your legs that way?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You move your hips.”

“I have to,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because it feels so good, it…makes me.”

“The pleasure makes you?”

“Yes.”

“Show me again. Tell me how good it feels.”

She opened her legs wide with her knees back, sliding two fingers this time over her glistening folds.

“It’s wet,” he saw, wondering why that made his mouth water. “Your orgasm caused that.”

“Yes,” she whispered, sliding her fingers along herself until they shined.

“What does it feel like?”

“Soft. Slippery. Hot.”

“Mmm,” he whispered, his gaze riveted on what she was doing while his cock needed to explode.

“You think I’m pretty there?”

“So fucking beautiful,” he couldn’t keep from saying.

Her finger went inside her, drawing his pained groan. “Lesion,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Please…”

“What, Tully? Tell me.”

“I need…you to touch it.”

“Where?”

“Where my finger is.”

He knelt on the floor next to the bed, pressing his cock into the mattress. “Here?”

She held his finger and slid it in and out of the opening. “Like that,” she moaned.

He was enraptured on five levels. The sight, the feel, the sounds. And now the fucking smell of her. “Tully,” he whispered, already knowing he’d have to know what it tasted like. For now he settled for capturing all the rest, gently moving his finger in and out. “It”s hot silk,” he realized. “You feel beautiful here.” He brought his other hand in to help, sliding her hand aside so he could touch her clit. “Let me.”

She gasped as he mimicked her movement, her hips flicking as she gave those moans again.

“Tully,” he gushed when she grabbed her breasts and squeezed as he made her feel good. “Is your orgasm coming?”

“Yes, oh God yes, it’s coming. Don’t stop.”

He surely didn’t. He moved onto the bed and opened her legs wider. “I need to taste you.”

She answered with a gasp and “Yes!”

He wanted to go slow but his mouth stormed the silk with a hunger that startled him. His fingers dug into her inner thighs, pushing as he growled on her. She held his head to her squirming hips and suddenly came again, bucking under his mouth with those debilitating cries of rapture.

He was unable to stop tasting, needing to learn every bit of her with his mouth and tongue. He moved up her body, stopping at her breasts to learn them perfectly. And then he was at her mouth, devouring that too. “Tully,” he shuddered. “You’re heaven in human form,” he was sure. “I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

He’d thought there was safety being clothed, but everywhere her hands touched burned through the material and marked him, made him hers. His mind raced with who he was, what he was doing and what it meant.

“Why did you stop?” she gasped as he forced himself off her. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he whispered, staring into her face while catching his head and breath. “You do everything perfectly.” He stroked her face and she captured his passing fingers in her mouth, sucking them. He closed his eyes, immediately lost to the immaculate feeling of her tongue on him while his cock ached to trade places.

This was too fast for her. For him.

He withdrew his fingers and stared at her mouth. He lowered his to it and paused. “One more kiss, Tully. Then I have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because it’s enough for now.”

“You’ll do more soon?”

He pressed his lips on her perfect mouth, immediately drawn into her prison of fire. Seconds from being consumed, he pulled up for air and sanity. “You are too much,” he gushed in awe.

She got up on her elbows, watching him pace through the violent need to bury his cock in her.

“Too much what?”

“Everything,” he whispered, eying her confused, flush face. “You’re too beautiful, too heavenly, too good.”

Her lips tugged with a smile. “I’m too beautiful?”

He sat on the bed, feeling like if she needed to know anything, it was that. “You are the most beautiful human I have ever seen. And though I haven’t seen many, I’m certain there isn’t another that could steal my breath and consume my mind the way you do.” Fuck, he was kissing her again, drowning again. What was happening to him?

He pulled her arms from around his neck and held them to the bed when she struggled to get free. “Tully,” he begged, winded.

Seeing the fire in her eyes as he held her down that way altered his need for explorations dramatically. “I can’t do this unless I’m in charge.”

He felt the fight in her arms subside as she stared at him, breathless. “I would love it if you dominated me.”

Dominated? The term was odd to his mind even as his cock lurched in eagerness for what that could mean and look like. Something she was accustomed to doing with other men, he realized.

He stood, not liking that.

“I never loved it when they did it to me,” she whispered, as if seeing his conflict. “But…I know I would love it with you.”

“What…are you referring to?” he needed to know.

“Dominating,” she barely said, still holding his stare. “When you…make me do things that feel good. And…punish me when I don’t do it just right.”

Something strange churned in his stomach that produced a wretched concoction. “I never want to hurt you.”

She gave a sweet smile. “You don’t have to.”

She was implying some loophole that he now needed to understand. “Explain it to me.”

He sat next to her, his gaze lowering to her nipples that were now tight again and whispering other wisdoms he needed to uncover. “You can restrain me. Spank me on my bottom. On my breasts and…privates.”

“Did…you do this before?” The idea might infuriate him.

She sat up, bringing her face just below his, her open, innocent gaze roaming his face. “Yes, and I hated it.”

“Then why?” he whispered, stroking her silky face, needing to understand.

“Because you.”

He studied her every feature, understanding what that meant. He was the exception to everything, the same way she was to him. “And…you want this?”

She seemed to consider it and soon her eyes glazed over with a fire that boiled in his cock. “I want you to make me feel good. Make me…do things to you that make you feel good. Make me endure your pleasure.”

Again the terrain in his brain shifted, presenting another boiling facet to his alluring female subject. He suddenly had visions of what that would look like, her being forced to endure his pleasure.

She moved to her knees now, putting her face above his. “You can tie me up and…make me suck you.”

His brain quickly choreographed the entire scene and he closed his eyes, struggling to breathe through the flames it caused. “Tully,” he whispered.

“You want that?”

“Very much.”

“Then do it.” She lay on the bed and put her arms behind her back, showing him. “I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to taste you and suck you and…make you come till I’m drinking it.”

His body took over his frozen brain and he realized he was removing his shirt. He fought to remember why he shouldn’t as her eyes burned along his torso.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, hurrying off the bed and kneeling before him. She looked up, putting her hands behind her back again. “Make me.”

The molten fire in her blue eyes burned him to his core. He wasn’t going fast enough for her and she helped now. The moment his cock was out, she paused, staring at it for many seconds before diving on it with a ravenous hunger, forcing him to the depths of her hot, moaning throat.

Five sucks and that was it, she owned every part of him and every drop of cum she now milked from his body with a triumphant satisfaction. Her mouth hurried to his balls, sucking and licking as his fingers buried in her silky hair. He was speechless. There were no words in his head, only sounds of hunger and need. For more. So much more.