“Fine,” Brynn gasped, pressing up toward him as he drew his hand up her inner thigh a second time.
“Good,” Cenric purred, his voice heavy in her ear. “What about this?” Instead of withdrawing this time, he stroked two fingers on either side of her entrance, watching her face as he did.
Brynn felt exposed in a way she’d never been before. Being the center of his attention was as exciting as it was terrifying. “That’s alright.”
“Hmm. And this?” Cenric parted her with his fingers, but instead of pushing inside her like she expected, his touch found the bud at her peak.
Brynn flinched.
Cenric let go. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s fine.” Brynn inhaled a quick breath. “I think your hand is too dry.”
“I see.” Cenric stroked his fingers through the slit between her legs, coating them in her wetness. “Is this better?”
Brynn gasped. “Oh. That’s…that’s good.”
“Good.” Cenric breathed the word against her cheek, watching her as his hand worked between her legs. “Does this please you?”
“Yes.” Brynn closed her eyes as a flurry of sensations overtook her. Ecstasy radiated through every nerve ending from her scalp to her toes as Cenric teased pleasure from her sex.
“Stay with me, love,” Cenric murmured. “Eyes on me.”
Brynn obeyed, opening her eyes to find him smiling down at her.
“Good. That’s good. Let me see you.” He dipped his fingers down into her cleft, coating them in wetness again before resuming his ministrations. Cenric lowered his head, his mouth finding her breast even as his hand continued to work between her legs.
Brynn bit her lip as the pressure built deep in her core. She could feel her body tensing, rising toward something. She reached toward that feeling, trying to grasp it.
Cenric kept stroking her with one hand, cradling her with the other while his mouth coaxed pleasure from her breast. From where he lay beside her, she could feel his hardness through his trousers pressing against her hip. This aroused him. He was enjoying this, too.
“More,” Brynn pleaded. “Please.”
Cenric complied, his fingers stroking faster, harder, but that was too much.
Brynn flinched, yelping under him.
Cenric stopped, lifting his head to search her face. “Was I too rough?”
Brynn’s breath came in heaves, her body flushed with heat. “I think your fingers dried out again.”
Cenric kissed her forehead. “I have a solution for that.” He shifted away from her.
Brynn pushed up onto her elbows, suddenly feeling cold. “Where are you going?” She didn’t want him to stop. Whatever he had been doing, she desperately wanted him to keep going.
“Trust me.” Cenric climbed off the bed. He gripped her behind her knees and dragged her to him, so she was barely seated on the edge.
Brynn reached for him, hoping that was alright. Cenric met her in the space between them, touching the side of her face as he kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyes.
“Let go, Brynn.” Cenric lowered to his knees between her thighs and Brynn’s chest clenched. She didn’t think any other man had ever knelt to her, much less an alderman. He stroked down her legs, bowing to kiss the tops of her feet, then stroking up her calves. His mouth trailed a line across her knees, up her thighs.
Brynn wasn’t even sure what to call this. What Cenric was doing to her was more than reverence or homage, greater than any of the words she would have thought to use. The only thing that she could think to call it wasworship.
Seated on the bed, Brynn watched him, speechless. It was too far beyond anything she had experienced or expected to experience. The way Cenric touched her made her whole chest feel as warm and pliant as melted beeswax. She was defenseless and yet it didn’t frighten her.
She gasped as Cenric nudged her legs apart, leaving kisses along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Was he going to…?
Cenric nuzzled the dark hairs between her legs, inhaling deeply. It was vulgar and animalistic and—she liked it. Brynn liked it far more than she ever would have thought.
