Bas smiled down at her, his hand moving to stroke her hair. “My brilliant girl. It has to be it. We were looking too closely at Irish mythology and should have widened our search.”
“All I needed was a good orgasm to be able to think straight,” Bridget said, her smile of delight turning naughty. “I want to return the favor.”
“What?” Bas said, but Bridget was already up on her knees and pushing him back against the bookshelf. “You don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have to, but I really, really want to,” Bridget said, her hand resting on his belt buckle. “You said that we wouldn’t be interrupted for hours, right?”
“Yes?” Bas replied, trying to keep up with her.
“Then let me suck your dick.” Bridget’s smile dimmed. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“Are you kidding me? I almost came untouched just getting you off,” Bas said, his fingers brushing through her hair. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Bridget tugged his belt free and rested her head against the hard bulge in his pants. “I haven’t done this in a while, so let me know if you don’t like something.”
“There’s nothing you could do to me right now that I wouldn’t like,” he assured her. “Except too much teeth.”
“Noted,” she said with a soft laugh and pulled his dick free. Bas bit his tongue at the sudden cold air. Bridget’s eyes went wide. “Now,thatis a dick.”
Bas huffed out a laugh. “It is.”
Bridget’s reply was to lick the tip of it, making Bas tremble. She explored him slowly with her tongue and lips.
Bas took deep, steadying breaths. He wasn’t going to be the guy who blew in under a minute. Bridget sucked him, her eyes closing. Nope, Bas wasn’t going to survive this.
Bridget’s thoughts smashed into him.Oh god, he’s so big. What if I do this wrong? What if he’s just making noises to be polite?
I’m not making them to be polite.He stroked her cheek.Feel what I feel, Bridget. Feel how good it is, how much I want you.
Bridget nodded, her eyes wide as he opened his mind to her and sent everything he was feeling into her. She groaned and then licked him again. Bas kept the connection open, his lust feeding hers and back again. Bridget sucked him slowly, getting used to the size of him. Her hand wrapped around his base, and it made them both whimper.
Bas had never opened his mind up in such a way with a partner before, but he wanted her to know how he felt about her. That she was so fucking perfect for him, that her mouth on hisdick was all of his dreams come true. His dragon wanted to grip her hair and take over, fuck her pretty mouth until her lips were swollen and her eyes were wet.
Do it,she said, grabbing his hand and putting it in her hair.Use me the way you want me, Bas. I trust you.
Bas’s dragon side took over. It wanted to dominate her, make her know that she belonged to him and no one else. Bas’s fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her down.
Just relax and breathe, little hawk. I’ll do the rest,he said. He waited until she nodded, and the tension in her body left her.Good girl. Just breathe.
Bas had enough control to move slowly, to let her adjust, and when she didn’t object, he let the dragon go. He couldn’t look away as he watched his dick disappearing between her lips, enjoying the softness of her mouth and tongue, even the occasional sharp bump of her teeth. He was going to lose his mind.
He let her feel all of it, how good she felt, how much he loved it, how he would always love her hands and mouth on him, how he would always make sex so fucking good for the both of them.
“I’m going to come, so if you don’t want it in your mouth, tell me now,” he growled. Bridget’s hands tightened on his hips, and she pushed her mouth further down on him. “Fuck, so good. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Bas came with a shout, his brain falling offline as his body broke from the fire in his veins, the magic, the release. He had enough sense to loosen his grip on Bridget as he filled her mouth. She was moaning, even as she pulled free.
“Bas, I’m going to…” Bridget hung onto his thighs, panting as she came again. Bas got the full power of her orgasm straight into his psyche, and his knees weakened. She let him go as he slid down the shelves. She climbed into his lap and kissed him.
Bas pulled her close, his hands trembling as they gripped the back of her shirt. He could taste himself on her tongue, mixing with her own flavor of spice and coffee, and nothing had ever felt so right.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, her chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath. “That was…”
“Yeah. It was,” he agreed, not knowing the right words. He slowly withdrew from her mind and nuzzled into her neck. He just needed to hold onto her, let her warmth and weight ground him back into reality.
Bridget melted against him. “I didn’t think anything could feel like that.”
“I told you I was good with my mind,” Bas said smugly.
