Chapter 8
HER SWEET TASTE
ZANDER
As I toss her shirt toward her couch, I take in the sight of her. She’s got an elegance to her beauty, the fairness of all her features. Her skin looks soft everywhere, and all I want to do is touch her.
What’s stopping me?
Returning one hand to her side, I use my other to bring her face to mine for another deep kiss. The blueberry flavor from her lip balm lingers, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
I love this taste of her, but I want to know all her flavors. My mouth waters just at the thought of pressing my face between her legs. I bet she tastes as sweet as her soul is.
She pulls at the hem of my shirt, and I force myself to remove my hands from her soft skin. All I want to do is touch her, please her. And I will, slowly and precisely.
I help get my shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it alongside hers. She’s much shorter than I am, so she could only get it so far. Her eyes scan over me, her pale cheeks gaining color.
“I don’t know what you had in mind…” I pause, letting my fingers trace their way down her sides, curving over the roundness of her ass until I have a firm hold on her. She lets out a squeal as I hoist her up, and she straddles my hips. “But all I can think about right now is what you taste like.”
Her eyes widen, lips curving upward, and she shudders in my arms. Her fingers are tangled in my hair as she breathlessly says, “But you don’t know what I taste like.”
“I’m about to find out,” I say, looking behind her toward the open bedroom door.
She lets out another squeal as I take her to the bedroom, laying her on her bed. Her long waves cascade around her, all of her pale features popping against the deep-violet sheets in a way that makes it look as if she’s glowing.
With my hands planted on either side of her, I kiss my way down her jaw. My lips travel to the side of her neck, sucking gently. I feel her shifting beneath me, and I pull back, worry flooding me.
“We can stop, Briar.”
“I don’t want to stop.” Her bra comes loose as she fiddles behind her back.
I help her remove the bra, tossing it aside. Her hands find my waistband, but I quickly take her wrists, pinning them to the mattress on either side of her head.
“Zander.” She says my name on an airy breath, making my cock harden even more.
Shaking my head, I lower myself to her ear. “I’m selfish—I want the first taste.”
Again, I pepper her skin with kisses, moving more quickly down to the pinkish-lavender peaks on her small chest. She could not be more perfect, every inch of her carefully chosen by the universe.
My lips connect with the silky tissue beside her hard nipples, and she arches into me. Hearing her tiny breaths, feeling the heat radiating from her body, only makes me even more eager to please her.
Kissing my way across her breasts, I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Each suck, nibble, or swirl of my tongue makes her writhe beneath me, her wrists straining against my hands.
“Gods, Zander…” she trails off as a tiny moan slips out.
It ends abruptly, before I can fully enjoy the sweet, sweet sound, and I release her nipple with an erotically wet pop. I let go of one of her wrists so I have a hand free to tease her neglected peak, rolling it between two fingers gently.
I drag my eyes slowly up to hers. “I like hearing you, Briar. You don’t have to be shy with me.”
Her cheeks flare with a beautiful blush, but she nods. Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply before returning my attention to her chest. My hand moves just as I take her other nipple into my mouth, repeating the same teasing as the last.
“That feels good,” she moans quietly, her hand finding its way into my hair. The muscles in her wrist I’m still holding tighten with each pulse of pleasure that goes through her.
I can tell she’s nervous, but all I want to do is make her feel good. Make her comfortable with me. She’s the woman of my dreams, and I want to treat her like so.
The more I stimulate her, the more she arches into me. Her legs spread wider and wider beneath my hips, and my dick is painfully hard trapped between us.
It doesn’t even matter though—I’d pleasure her over and over again with nothing in return. I don’t need it. What I need is her. In my life, in my heart, in my bed.
And I’ll make sure she knows just how wanted she is.
Lifting myself from her chest, I let go of her wrists. Her eyelashes flutter as she watches me, unmoving from her position. Her chest rises and falls heavily, her lips curving upward into a smile that is somehow insanely sexy and cute at the same time.
I trail my hands down her sides until I reach the top of her pants, pausing before I go any further. “May I?”
She nods, raising her hips to help me slide off her leggings. Her slim waist leads to round hips that hold up tiny white cotton panties.
“Briar,” I say, my tone serious. “I want you to tell me if you don’t like something—or if you do. And if you want to stop at any point, all you have to do is tell me.”
She nods again, giving me a bigger smile. “I will, don’t worry, love.”
It’s as if she has some power over me; simply calling me love has made my desire to taste her, to pleasure her, even stronger. Her panties are off in mere seconds, her thighs spread wide open for me to view her delicious, dripping cunt.
I kiss her from her sternum all the way to her belly button. Instead of going straight down from there, I kiss each of her hip bones, making my way to the soft flesh of her thighs. There’s not one part of her I don’t want to cherish.
The closer I get to my true destination, the more my mouth waters. My tongue begs to get a taste, to dive deep inside her and clean her out like a pudding cup.
I finally indulge in my craving, my tongue teasing her entrance as my fingers find her clit. Her hand slips into my curls, gripping in a way that gives her control over me.
It’s like she’s the puppet master and I’m the puppet at her disposal to use for her pleasure. As I plunge my tongue as deep inside as I can, her legs squeeze around my head.
My free hand grips her thigh, holding her as she shudders and arches and writhes. Beautiful, delicate moans leave her as I devour her, and I was right—she tastes divine.
“Yes, like that,” she moans, and I keep doing exactly what I’m doing.
I don’t dare to change speed or pressure, just as I don’t dare come up for a breath. I’d suffocate here if she wanted me to—happily.
Her hips move, almost riding my face from below. When she clenches around me again, I do dare to change it up, slowing slightly and increasing the pressure of my tongue.
“Oh, my—” Briar takes a sharp breath. “That. Yes—yes.” No more words leave her, just sweet, sweet moans as her body tenses and shakes.
I don’t stop until her back falls back to the mattress and her thighs relax beside my head. Then, and only then, do I remove my face from her addictive juices.
I plant my hands on either side of her shoulders, taking deep breaths while memorizing the beautiful sight beneath me. Her fluttering eyelashes, her flushed face, then the most relaxed, loose smile I’ve ever seen her don.
“Zander, are you secretly a wizard and never told me?” she asks breathlessly.
I can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous—but cute—question. “If I am, I only gain my magic from being with you.”
Her gaze lands on me as she settles from her orgasm, but there’s something different in her eyes. Something darker, hungrier. The most monstrous her gaze has ever been…and it’s making my cock ache for her.
That’s up to her though; I won’t ask for anything in return. I wouldn’t dream of it. This is all at her pace, whatever that may be. Whatever she wants to experience, we will experience.
She pushes herself up with her elbows, and I move back to give her room to sit up. As she shifts position, she places a hand gently on my chest, guiding me to step backward.
I follow her lead until she slides off the bed and we’re standing a foot apart. She lets her hand slide down my chest, fingertips sending tingles through my core. When she reaches my waist, her other hand joins the action.
The zipper goes down, and with one quick motion, my pants fall to my ankles. I kick them off and away, and Briar wastes no time. Her palm cups my cock through my boxers, applying small amounts of pressure as she explores.
“You don’t have to.” I only want her to do what she’s comfortable with.
She looks up at me through a curtain of long, dark eyelashes, continuing to fondle me. “I want to.” Her hands move to the waistband of my boxers where she hooks her fingers over the edge and slides the fabric down. Slowly. So, so slowly.
The look in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
My tongue feels too thick to speak and my dick throbs, springing free as my boxers are dragged below it. Unlike my pants, she guides my boxers all the way down until she’s resting on her knees in front of me.
The connection I have with her soul only makes my desire for her stronger. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. No one could make me feel the way she does.
Her delicate hands circle my shaft, and she glides them up and down, slowly pumping me. She may be on her knees, but I am at her mercy.
“I haven’t done any of this before, so tell me I do something wrong.” Her voice is nervous, even though her touch isn’t.
I nod, running my hand over her soft hair. “I don’t think you could, love, but I will.”
She moves her head, her tongue darting out to lick my tip. It sends an intense, brief wave of pleasure through me, starting at my core and traveling all the way to my brain.
“And, just like you said to me…” She takes the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before sucking her way off of it. “Tell me when you like something.”
Holy hell, she’s perfect.
Which I already knew, but I didn’t know perfect could get more…well, perfect.
Before I can say anything else, she’s taking me between her soft lips. The sight of her purple lips sealing around my cock as she takes more into her mouth nearly makes me lose it on the spot. She places her hands on my thighs, letting her mouth do all the work as she bobs her head.
My fingers slide over her scalp, and I let them stay there, moving with her motions. “Fuck, Briar…you don’t know what you do to me.”
The way her tongue swirls around me and she increases her suction tells me that I’m dead wrong. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I tilt my head down—I don’t even know when I tilted it back—and watch her. She keeps going, reaching nearly my base and sending waves of pleasure through my bones.
Her eyes flick up, and the violet irises seem darker than usual. She slows, keeping her eyes locked onto mine. As I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, the words get stuck in my throat.
Her jaw expands like it did at the top of the Ferris wheel, giving her more room. She takes all of me—all of me—deep into her throat. Her lips curve around my balls, and her tongue moves against them in a way unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“That,” I moan, my mind going blank for a moment. “You are magic.”
Swallowing over and over, her throat tightens around me, squeezing, teasing. That, paired with the way her tongue caresses my balls, is enough to send me over the edge.
Her nails dig into my thighs and she closes her eyes, not stopping the magic she’s working on my dick. My body tingles everywhere as my orgasm takes over. I want to say something, anything, but all I can think of, all I can feel, is pure pleasure.
Pleasure given to me by the love of my life.
Slowly, she removes herself from me, and her jaw snaps back into its regular position. She stays on her knees, inhaling a few deep breaths. The sexiest smile I’ve ever seen lazily takes over her lips.
“I would’ve asked if I could finish—but the, well…” It’s hard to form the apology I want to give when my body and mind are still reeling from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
She gives my thigh a squeeze before she stands up. “Zander, I wanted to taste you too, and let me just say, you taste divine.”
My life is complete in every way with Briar fully in it. It’s like a piece of me was missing before, and I was searching for it everywhere. When I admitted my feelings, the piece fell into place.
Now, allowing our bodies to connect in a way that they’ve yearned to over the years? It’s like I’m super-gluing that piece in place, never to be removed.
The puzzle is complete, and I want to frame it and hang it on my wall.
“Was it…weird that my banshee instincts kind of got involved?” She picks at her cuticles, her eyes scanning my face.
I take her hands in mine, both to hold them and to get her to stop hurting those perfect fingers. “It was hot. Insanely hot.”
Her shoulders relax, and she smiles up at me. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say something like that.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to tell you.” I wink, pulling her closer and wrapping her arms around me.
She grins up at me, and I bring my head down, pressing my lips to hers. We stay there for a few minutes, lips locked and arms wrapped tightly around one another.
When she pulls away, she has reddened cheeks and a nervous glimmer has returned to her eyes.
I rub her sides, giving her a squeeze. “Want to go take a shower?”
She nods, but doesn’t move away, hesitantly asking, “Would you…join me?”
With no hesitation myself, I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. “You don’t have to ask me twice, love.”