Chapter 13 #3
“You weren’t trying to make me ask why your cock was twitching?” It flexed as soon as she said the word and she smiled with contentment.
“I might corrupt you into being wicked,” he confessed. “But only if you wanted to be.”
She straddled his calves and watched his jaw tighten. “Am I hurting you?”
“In ways that are too good to be true.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m begging you not to stop.”
She bit back a small smile. “As you wish. I’m going to put my hands on you now.”
She ran her palms up his injured thigh, from his knee to his hip, being careful not to allow her hand to graze any part of his manhood.
She began to massage his leg muscles and applied just enough pressure to release the top layer of tension as she moved her hands up and down his leg.
Then, she made a fist with her hands and went up the center of his thigh, applying a bit more pressure as her knuckles traveled up and down his muscled thigh.
Simon groaned and, when she hesitated, he said, “Please, don’t stop. You are much better at that than I am.”
She did that several more times before moving to the side, bending over him, her hair snagging on his erection.
“Don’t you dare pull your hair free. I have fantasized about it being wrapped around my cock for months.”
“As you wish,” she said as his staff didn’t just twitch, but jumped within the tangles of her hair.
“You’re going to kill me if you say that one more time, darling. I will unman myself and that is the last thing I want to do.”
She grinned and pushed the weight of her forearm into his leg, traveling up his thigh and then back down a couple of times before switching to the exterior of his leg. Doing the same thing again with a bit more force.
Straddling his legs once more, she gazed up at him.
It was then that she saw the bead of moisture on the head of his cock and something stirred inside her.
It was as if that one droplet awakened a desire to dominate him.
She wanted to drive him wild with desire, with her holding the reins.
Seizing the moment, she licked the tip just enough to experience the taste of his essence and feel the hard satin texture of his manhood, as his clean masculine scent made him impossible to resist. His muscles contracted, his stomach tightening as if the act had caused him immense pain.
“Fuck, Caillen.”
She pulled back. “You don’t like that?”
“I like it too much.”
“Would you like me to do it again or massage your other leg?”
“My legs are great—”
She licked him again and experienced the flexing of his manhood against her lips, almost as if it were reaching for her mouth.
She couldn’t resist it anymore. She took the base in one hand and slipped the darkened, smooth head into her mouth.
She moaned at the sensation. He was as soft as a rose petal but as hard as cast iron.
His taste was as intoxicating as whiskey and the effect it had on her was new and exciting.
Deep in her core, a pulse throbbed, making her wet in a way she’d never thought possible.
Simon hissed in pain and shocked horror made her pull back.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she met his gaze, his dark eyes almost black with passion. Not pain, not violence, but need.
“Do not apologize for being the most erotic woman I have ever met.”
“You weren’t supposed to be looking,” she chided as she smiled up at the man resting on his elbows watching her with avid interest.
“Do you know what it does to a man to know the woman he loves, whom he has desired for so long it hurts, is above him naked, and taking his cock into her mouth? I would have to be strapped down and blindfolded, and then maybe, just maybe, I might not be able to bust free to rip the blindfold from my eyes.”
“Hmmm,” she teased. “I will save that for another day.”
He plopped his head back on the pillows. “You are a monster of my own making.”
“How did you know I was naked?”
He lied. “Your shift didn’t drag across my legs when you began massaging my leg.”
“You peeked.”
He grinned. “I peeked.”
She crawled up the length of him and kissed him. Savoring every bit of his strength and masculinity as his hands began kneading her buttocks.
“Put your breast in my mouth,” he instructed. “Please, I need to taste you.”
“As you wish.”
“I wish very much.”
She raised up above him and slowly lowered her breast to his mouth, watching the heat ignite in his gaze as he zeroed in on the rosy tip.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue, mimicking her actions, and her back arched in response.
She suppressed the purr that wanted to escape her lips and watched as he flicked it again and again, arousing her beyond her ability to think.
His hot, wet mouth enveloped her breast as his thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple of her other breast.
The need in her built, the moisture dripping from her center down her inner thigh.
He moved to her other breast, the scruff of his jaw scraping across her flesh, awakening her to another sensation before his mouth enclosed around her.
When his hand slipped between them, down to where she was so wet, she clamped her thighs together.
It was embarrassing and distracting her from the pleasure his mouth created.
Simon drew back and searched her face. “Do you want to stop?” Once again, there was no anger or disappointment, just concern for her.
She shook her head, heat rising in her cheeks as she stared down at him. “I’m wet.”
A fire ignited in his eyes once more, but once again, it didn’t scare her. It was as if his fire spread to her, growing to an intensity that wanted to consume her.
“Can I taste you?”
“What?”
“Caillen, when a woman is wet, that means she is enjoying what a man is doing and I have never wanted to taste anything as much as I want to taste your pussy.”
“My pussy?”
His fingers touched her there, and she flinched as he moaned.
“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.