His.
For now.
But now was all that mattered.
She watched as he bent his head and blew lightly on her sensitive, needy flesh, sending shudders racing through her. His tongue darted out at her clit, and she arched her hips, but he pulled back.
“No. Hold still.”
His fingers dug into her thighs as he moved closer and licked her clit once more, and desire was like small jolts of electric current, sparking into her body through her pussy, every nerve on high alert. Then he started that slow licking he’d promised, from the bottom of her slit to the top, where her tight clit peeked out. He paused there, letting his tongue go soft as he swept it over the tip, and she moaned at the change in sensation. When he moved his hands to her inner thighs, then lower to hold her folds apart, she was panting even before he pushed his tongue into her hole. He started to fuck her with his tongue, like some small, wet cock, and it felt so damn good. The longer he fucked her, pinching her labia between tight, commanding fingers, the harder she panted. Pleasure shafted into her, over and over, her mind emptying out.
He kept licking her slit, fucking her with his tongue, then licking her clit while he pressed just the tip of his finger inside her, and she was going crazy with anticipation, with sensation, with the need for more. She needed everything—everything he’d promised, and it felt as if it still would never be enough.
Finally, he pushed two fingers deep inside her and took her hard little clit in his mouth, sucking and teasing the tip with his tongue while he pinched her labia with his free hand. It wassensation overload, something she’d come to love already. She leaned back on the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer, unable to do anything but take it, to tremble with need as the pressure inside her built. She was floating, her mind half numb, her body on fire as he worked her so masterfully. And this time he didn’t make her edge; he let her body do whatever it wanted to. And she wanted to come.
He hooked his fingers to rub her g-spot as he sucked hard on her clit, and need spiraled, sensation taking over. She couldn’t think. She was nothing but this exquisite pleasure, this absolute need to climax. And she did, shivering as her orgasm went through her like wildfire.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!”
Her hips jerked as she came, and he kept at it, sucking, pinching, commanding her body. And in moments she was coming again—or still—she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was how incredible everything felt. And that it washimdoing these amazing things to her.
Brody.
“I need you,” she told him, reaching for him.
In moments he was naked and on top of her, then he was inside her, thrusting, his big cock buried deep, and pleasure built once more. He kissed her neck as he bucked into her, driving sensation into her. He paused only long enough to wrap his big hands around her knees, pushing them up until her legs were slung over his shoulders, opening her pussy to him. Then he thrust back in, even deeper, harder, and it hurt a little, but she loved the pain. Loved being so wide open to him. Loved that he made her feel as if she belonged to him.
Brody.
No.
But everything felt too damn good, and as yet another climax tore through her, as a growl came from deep in his chest and hepumped into her as he came, she let all thought slip away, and cried out into the night.
Chapter Nine
They’d spent nearly four weeks mostly in his bed together, only getting up when he had to teach his classes or had meetings with Derek, or for her to work the few shifts on her schedule. It seemed Sadie and Luna had conspired to give her an awful lot of time off work.
She and Brody spent plenty of time with the rescue animals, and Brody had long talks with Reese and Arlo, taking notes. He and Arlo got along great, and they all had dinner together in one of the restaurants one evening. Claudia could only have been happier if Brody wasn’t leaving soon.
They had also played in the Dungeon again, and at his place. Every time they went into a scene, he began by tying that delicate gold ribbon around her neck, and it quickly developed into a sort of muscle memory in which she started her journey into the dreamland that was subspace. After, they’d get into the shower together, and he washed her so carefully, as if she was fragile, precious in some way, and it blew her mind how gentle this man could be with her. How caretaking. Then they’d get back into his bed and stay there for hours. He even insisted on giving her a massage when her leg cramped, his hands strong but tender.
They’d talk for hours and hours, about everything. They talked about their favorite books and discovered they both loved visiting museums. They talked about the state of the world, wanting to do what they could to heal the climate. Brody talked passionately about his goals, and what it meant to him that he now had some property so he could make that dream come true. And he seemed truly interested when she talked of her dream of an organic garden and making her own botanical products. Her ex had always blown it off as a silly idea, but Brody brainstormed ways to make it a profitable endeavor. Everything about him was different, in the best way possible.
The sex was mind-blowing, even more so because he incorporated bits of kink here and there: pinching her, biting her, spanking her with his bare hand, then with a rice paddle he’d pulled from his toy bag.
When they got hungry he’d bring snacks to bed, where they watched movies, or talked late into the night. He talked a lot about the rescue work he wanted to do when he got home, and she loved that he cared about animals so much. For a huge, badass ex-football player and sadistic Dominant, he had the sweetest gentle side. It was a devastating combination.
They’d had one of their long, lovely days spent in bed in which he’d tied her up, made sure she came over and over again, spanked her, and then he made omelets for dinner, not allowing her to get up and help.
“I thought I was the submissive,” she commented.
“You are. And when I tell you to stay in bed, you’ll stay.”
She laughed. “You know that’s not what I meant. Aren’t I supposed to wait on you?”
He shrugged, a sparkle in his eye. “And you do, in exactly the way I want you to, pretty girl.” He brought a plate back to the bed, handed her a napkin, and cut a bite of omelet. “Tell me what you think.”
“You don’t have to feed me,” she said, feeling a bit self-conscious as he held the fork to her lips.
