17. Morelle

17

MORELLE

M orelle was lost in the pleasure, awash in the sensations and the power she wielded over Brandon. Even in her inexperience, she knew that the desperate tone of his groans and the way his shaft was swelling in her hand as his thrusts became frenzied signaled that he was nearing his climax, but then he pulled back and dove between her thighs.

Oh, no, he didn't .

She reached for him and tried to pull him back up. "Brandon!"

He was insufferable. He'd been so close, and he'd pulled back because his male ego couldn't tolerate him reaching climax before her.

He didn't budge, looking up at her with glowing eyes and elongated fangs. "I need to do this, Princess. I promise that I will let you do whatever you want to me after I wring a climax out of you."

They would need to talk about his silly male pride, but not right now.

Letting out a breath, she closed her eyes and lay back.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh. "I promise you will get your turn."

He hooked his arms behind her thighs and widened her knees, further exposing her to him, and lowered his mouth to her sex. She'd known what to expect, and yet the sensation of his lips on her was a jolt, and then he sealed his mouth over her and gave her a hard suck.

He was being much less gentle with her than he had been the other day, and she had no problem with that. Her body was humming with need, and she was impatient.

The pleasure was intense. Too intense.

Holding on to his head, she panted while he licked, kissed, and sucked. The pressure mounted rapidly, and in seconds, she was moaning and groaning, her hips bucking against his mouth.

She was so close, but the edge eluded her, and she groaned half in pleasure and half in frustration, needing him to help her topple over.

When he pulled his mouth away and rose over her body, she thought he would finally penetrate her, and she was more than fine with that, but instead, he looked into her eyes while pressing his fingers against her clit and rubbing it hard.

It bordered on painful, and she didn't know whether she wanted him to continue or stop, but as she stared into his glowing eyes, she couldn't find the right words to express what she felt. His face looked demonic above her, with glowing eyes and long, gleaming fangs, and she was enthralled by his beauty.

Morelle was on fire.

Pain mingled with pleasure, and then she toppled over with a scream, her sheath spasming with a powerful climax that felt incomplete because she needed him to fill her, and he hadn't.

Leaning back, he watched her fall apart with an infuriatingly satisfied smile, then he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked them.

Slowly.

Why was that so arousing?

"My turn." She rose to a sitting position, gripped his pajama pants, and pulled them down his hips.

Brandon's shaft sprang free, pointing up like an arrow, and its size was intimidating. How was it going to fit inside of her?

Brandon reached with his hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. "Do you want to taste me?"

Morelle nodded.

The glow in his eyes intensified as he gripped himself with his other hand and brought the tip to her lips. "You can start with a little kiss."

She teased him, kissing his shaft as if she was kissing his cheek, and looked up at him. "Was that good?"

He chuckled. "Open your mouth."

She closed her lips over the head and gave it a lick. This was the second time she had done this, which didn't make her an expert, but she felt confident in her ability to bring him pleasure. This time, though, she hoped he would be inside of her when he bit her.

No rush, though.

His shaft was really big, and she had no idea how it was going to fit in her tight sheath, but she knew she could bring him to completion with her mouth.

When she took him deeper, he groaned, and his fingers closed over her chin while his other hand clamped on the back of her neck. "Yes. Just like that. It's so good, baby."

Baby?

Was that a term of endearment appropriate in intimate moments?

It had to be or Brandon wouldn't have used it.

He thrust into her mouth at a slow and steady pace, careful not to overwhelm her but still going a little bit deeper with every thrust until she relaxed enough to take him all the way to the back of her throat .

It was an amazing feeling to have him at her mercy like this, and she felt that he was close, but then he suddenly pulled out of her mouth altogether and did something she hadn't expected. He lay down on the bed, lifted her by her waist as if she weighed nothing, and flipped her around so her ass was in his face, and his shaft was in hers.

His hands landed on her ass with a playful slap, and then he lifted her bottom, arranging her in a way that gave him access to her drenched center.

It was such a deliciously wicked arrangement.

Bracing one hand on his thigh, she gripped his length with the other and gave him a long lick that started at the bottom of his shaft and ended at the tip.

When his tongue speared into her entrance, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head, and she lost her concentration, but she forced herself to focus and started bobbing her head up and down his erection, following the beat of his tongue's thrusts.

When he started to buck up, going deeper, it became a struggle, and her eyes watered, but she powered through it and kept going.