He grinned up at her, as if somehow he knew, then he dropped his head and his tongue slid between the apex of her legs.
Brynn choked as fiery sensations flared through her entire body. How could such a small thing make her feel so intensely through every bone and sinew?
She leaned back, wanting to give him better access for whatever he was doing. Cenric caught her, pushing her down onto the bed.
Whimpering, Brynn let him, staring up at the crossbeams of the ceiling as the whole world seemed to narrow and expand around what his tongue was doing to her.
Cenric’s hands found her breasts and teased lightly along her nipples. Despite the calluses, his fingertips worked deftly and skillful, pinching and stroking and teasing with the perfect tempo.
Brynn moaned, her back arching into his hands. How could anything feel this good?
Tingles of ecstasy radiated from between her legs and her breasts to coil deep in her core. The pressure built, rising faster than Brynn could think about it. She leaned into that feeling, focusing on the sensation of his mouth and hands on her. Brynn strained and it was no longer about just wanting to please Cenric.
She wanted this, whatever it was. Sheneededthis.
Then it hit her.
Brynn’s climax struck hard. A sob ripped out of her as she slammed upward doubling over Cenric, clinging to him as shudders wracked her whole body.
She couldn’t control it as her body contracted and convulsed with a lifetime of pent-up emotions. It was terrifying.
Cenric held onto her, laughing victoriously as she writhed against him. There was nothing dignified or composed as sheshuddered against her husband, her body completely and totally beyond her control.
Brynn whimpered, finally collapsing against him as the shudders subsided into little aftershocks.
“Good girl.” Cenric stroked her back, voice flushed with pride. “I knew you could do it for me.”
Brynn panted, her mind hazy. Everything felt warm and golden and beautiful.
“You have a nice scream.” Cenric straightened, still holding her to him as he kissed her shoulder.
Scream? Oh no. “Did I disturb the rest of the house?”
Cenric shrugged. “They’ll be fine.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “I am so proud of you.”
Brynn giggled nervously, flushed and hot and feeling…what was this? Happiness. She was happy, happier than she could remember being in a long time.
She kissed his neck, emboldened in the afterglow of her climax. She snuggled closer, wrapping her legs around him. She traced a finger down his chest, admiring the planes of muscle that rippled down his abdomen. He was gorgeous. A warrior god wrapped in flesh.
When she had been younger, Brynn had ogled her fair share of men and boys her own age. She’d had the fluttering of nervousness at the sight of a beautiful man before and had experienced more than a few moments of desire.
Then she had been married and found her marriage bed to be filled with nothing but resentment and pain. But Cenric…
“I want something,” Brynn whispered.
Cenric’s brows rose, and his mouth quirked slightly. “Do you?”
Brynn licked her lips. It wasn’t like her, but there wasn’t much point in propriety after what had just happened. She pressed a hand over the bulge in his trousers. Brynn didn’t knowhow to explain what she wanted, but her husband seemed to understand.
Cenric’s mouth spread into a wicked grin. He stood, undoing the ties of his trousers.
Brynn watched from the edge of the bed, heart pounding in her ears. It was going to happen. But it would be alright this time. She was with Cenric.
Cenric kicked off his trousers and faced her, outlined by the firelight. His cock hung free, hard, glistening at the tip, and much larger than she’d expected.
He was magnificent. Gorgeous. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she slipped off the bed and knelt as he had done for her, reaching for his arousal.
It was hard to read his expression with the backlighting, but she felt him watching her. Intent. Hungry. Pleased.
