All the while, she squirmed on his lap, her breathing heavy, tiny noises coming from her mouth.
Isaac set her on her feet again, facing him this time. He stroked her cheeks. “I’m going to lift these shifts over your head, Little one. Can you let Daddy do that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He gathered the material up at her sides until it was wadded in his fists. “Arms up, Amber.”
She trembled as she obeyed him.
The moment the shifts were whisked away, he tossed them, his gaze focused on her precious body. She still had on panties. He wouldn’t take those away right now, but the rest of her was exposed to his gaze.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Every inch of her. Her breasts were the perfect handful, the little nipples rosy and puckered.
Her cheeks were bright pink, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted. Isaac slid his hands slowly down her arms, once again taking mental photographs of this moment. The only time he would reveal his Little girl for the first time.
Her scent was intoxicating and filling the room. He knew her panties had to be soaked. It was taking all his willpower to keep from stripping them off and burying his cock in her. She wasn’t ready for that yet, and she needed to eat. The bottle he’d fixed her was waiting.
When she lifted her arm up to show him her mark, he grabbed her fingers and kissed the inside of her wrist. He probably shouldn’t have, but he hadn’t been able to resist. The temptation was too strong. And she’d offered it to him.
A deep rumbling growl escaped his mouth as his lips pressed against the spot. Fuck. The connection was more intense than he’d imagined possible.
Willpower, Isaac, he reminded himself.
What he couldn’t do was leave her hanging in this state of total bliss, though. He wanted to give her a taste of what it would be like between them. He needed those little morsels on her breasts in his mouth.
After grabbing her around the waist, he stood once more, spun, and lowered her onto the bed. Hands planted at either side of her waist, he bent and flicked his tongue over one tight bud.
Amber arched and moaned, her hands fisted at her sides, her head tipped back.
Isaac sucked the swollen tip into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth.
His Little mate cried out.
He switched to the other side, treating the second berry to the same torment, his cock growing as she whimpered and squirmed.
Her pheromones filled the room. She was far too restless to be left hanging like this. She couldn’t even understand the sensation or the need building inside her.
Isaac released her nipple with a wet pop, scooted her farther across the mattress, lifted her limp knees, and bent them up toward her chest.
He met her gaze. “I’m going to make you feel good, Little one. Your panties will stay on. My clothes will stay on. Can you let Daddy take the edge off?”
She nodded rapidly, her breathing erratic.
“Good girl.” He parted her knees wide and dragged his nose down the inside of one of her thighs. Fuck, she smelled amazing. Like a drug. One he was already addicted to even though he hadn’t tasted it yet. He needed her. And he would have her. All of her. Over and over every day for the rest of their lives. But not now. Right now he was simply going to show her what it felt like to submit to him.
After sliding his nose down the inside of her other thigh, he nuzzled the soaked gusset of her panties. Soaked was an understatement. Her arousal was running out of her. He would need to change her panties after this. He hoped he had the strength to do so without fucking her with his tongue.
Flattening his tongue over the cotton allowed him to taste her. Heaven. That’s what she tasted like. The most delicious treat on the planet. Next time they were in this position, he would definitely bury his nose in her cunt and then thrust his tongue in to lap at her juices.
He knew what she needed, and he was teasing her by dragging his nose up and down her folds. He used his thumbs on her inner thighs to part her pussy lips, making her buck and wiggle.
With him holding her down, she couldn’t escape. He had no intention of giving her the space to push away from him. She needed to come even though she couldn’t articulate the need.
Finally he latched on to her cotton-covered clit with his lips and grazed the swollen nub with his teeth.
Amber’s hands came to his head as she screamed. Her small body pulsed and writhed beneath him as he continued to hold her clit hostage, flicking it with his tongue.
It would be so much sweeter next time without the barrier. This was just a taste—for him and for her. A delicious taste of heaven.
