Leaning forward, still holding her eyes with his, he first nuzzled his cheek against the soft mound of her curls, inhaling deeply. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips—music to his ears. Braze wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, his hands splaying over her legs, claiming her in no uncertain terms
“Open for me,” he growled, the command layered with desperate entreaty. “Open and let me kiss your soft pussy, Mistress.”
With a shuddering sigh, Kaitlyn allowed it. She let her thighs fall wider, granting him access. As her legs parted, so did her outer lips, revealing the glistening treasures within. She was already wet from his earlier attentions—her inner pussy swollen and gleaming under the soft bed chamber lights.
Braze lowered his mouth and began to kiss her.
But he didn’t dive in—he worshipped. He made love to her pussy with his mouth, kissing it the same way he would with her lips—slow, savoring, and deeply intimate.
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to her outer lips, then traced the seam of her slit with the very tip of his tongue. Her salty-sweet flavor exploded through his senses—rich and addictive. It was the taste he’d been dreaming of, and it eased the relentless ache inside him like nothing else could. A groan vibrated up from his chest as his cock throbbed, painfully hard and neglected, as he continued to kiss her.
“Oh… Oh, Braze,” Kaitlyn gasped, her head falling back as pleasure overtook her.
Braze took that as permission to deepen the kiss. He licked a long, slow trail from her entrance all the way up to the tight little pearl of her clit. Her hips bucked, a moan coming from her throat. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets and her hips moved again, seeking more.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her heated flesh, his breath a hot caress. “Give it up—let me taste all of you, baby.”
He focused on her clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes. He alternated between sucking the tender bud gently into his mouth and lashing it with rhythmic pressure. Every sound she made—every gasp, every moan, every broken plea—was fuel to the fire of his need. He drank her in, his tongue delving into her entrance to gather more of her honey, humming his approval at the taste.
“You’re so sweet,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with her juices. “So fucking perfect. I could do this forever. Tell me you like it, Mistress. Tell me this is what you want.”
“Yes!” she cried out, her hips beginning to rock, rising to meet his mouth. “God, yes, Braze… don’t stop! Your tongue… it’s so good…so good!”
Her words unleashed something primal in him and Braze he redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that perfect spot deep within as his mouth continued its relentless assault on her clit. He fucked her with his fingers in a steady, driving rhythm while his tongue worked magic on her most sensitive area.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice muffled against her flesh. “Come all over my tongue. Let me drink you down. I need it. Need to taste you coming.”
“Oh, Braze!”
The dual stimulation was too much for her. Kaitlyn’s back arched clear off the bed, a moan pouring from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down around his fingers in a series of rhythmic, milking spasms, and a hot, sweet gush of her honey spilled over his tongue.
That was all it took.
The taste of her honey hitting his tongue, combined with the unmistakable, convulsive clenching of her pussy around his buried fingers, shattered Braze’s self control completely. A ragged, broken roar was torn from him, vibrating against her sensitive flesh as the pleasure of serving her overwhelmed him.
His hips jerked forward, grinding against nothing as his cock erupted, untouched. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted the floor between his knees in violent, pulsing streaks as he shot again and again and again.
It was an orgasm born entirely from her pleasure—from the sensory overload of serving her perfectly, just as he had always longed to do. It wasn't a release he'd taken for himself—it was one her body had pulled from his—a direct, physical consequence of her climax.
This didn’t always happen for Kindred males—not even for Bonded males. But Braze was so deeply attuned to his Mistress that her pleasure was literally his own and he reveled in it.
He rode the waves of it, guiding her gently through the tremors, drinking every last drop she gave him until at last the pleasure faded and she subsided into soft, contented sighs.
Finally, he lifted his head, his chin slick with her juices, his breathing ragged. He looked up at her—at her face flushed with ecstasy and her body limp with satisfaction. The hollow ache inside him was gone, replaced by a profound, soul-deep peace—and the warm, sticky evidence of his submission on the floor beneath him.
He rested his forehead against her inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss there.
“Thank you,” he whispered, the words fervent and true. He had served her—finally he had served his Mistress…his goddess. He had given her overwhelming pleasure and made her come, as he had always wanted to do.
But he was already hungry to serve her again.
22
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn woke to warmth and weight. A heavy, muscular arm was draped possessively across her waist, a solid chest was pressed against her back, and the heat of a large body curled around her own like a huge, protective cat. For a disoriented moment, she blinked in the soft morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the suite, her mind fuzzy with sleep. The sheets were silken against her bare skin and she…
Wait a minute—bare? Why was she naked?
