“That’s what I want to,” Kaitlyn murmured.
Leaning forward, she captured his mouth in a kiss. It was a slow, hot, claiming—a meeting of their souls, Braze thought.
Then, Kaitlyn went deeper…her small hand slid down and captured his throat in a firm grip. At the same time, the tip of her sweet tongue found the seam of his lips and slipped inside. As she gripped his neck, she explored his mouth—tasting and teasing—declaring her ownership of him in the most intimate way possible.
Braze fucking loved it.
He opened himself to her—giving her what she wanted with no resistance. But even as she kissed him, he could feel his shaft aching for release.
“Mistress,” he growled when she finally broke the kiss. “Let me be of service to you now—please.”
“Mmm, I think I’d like that.” Rising she pulled at the short leather skirt she was wearing, tugging it up so that her panties showed. They were nothing but a thin lace thong that barely hid her luscious pussy—which was already wet for him, Braze saw. His mouth was watering to taste her again, to lap up her sweet juices and make her come over and over as she took her pleasure with him.
He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.
“No, not yet,” she said, her voice growing stern. “First you’ll need to take my panties off—with your teeth.”
Braze felt his cock go so hard he was sure he could have fucked right through a wall made of plasti-steel.
“As my Mistress wishes,” he growled.
They were in for a hell of a night.
36
BRAZE
His cock was a throbbing bar of steel trapped in his trousers, aching with a need so fierce it bordered on pain. Every nerve ending was focused on the woman standing over him, on the delicate lace barrier that was all that stood between his mouth and heaven. Her scent—hot, sweet, and utterly Kaitlyn—filled the air, a promise that made his head spin.
Braze leaned forward, his movements deliberate. He caught the fragile lace of her thong between his teeth. The fabric was whisper-thin and already damp with her desire. He tugged slowly, feeling the resistance give way as she parted her legs slightly. He dragged the scrap of material down the smooth skin of her upper thighs, over her black, leather thigh-high boots, and past her knees until it fell to the floor like a discarded offering.
At last her pussy was revealed—the outer lips swollen with need and glistening in the low light from the flame-wall—so wet, her juices were all over her inner thighs.
Fuck!
Braze felt like he was losing it—in the best possible way. A soft, choked sound escaped him. He was drowning in her…in the sight of her sweet, wet pussy…in her hot, feminine scent. He suddenly knew he had to taste her, or he was going to fucking die.
He surged forward on his knees, hands coming up to cradle her ass, his mouth seeking her pussy in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue swept between her outer lips, gathering her juices as her flavor filled his mouth.
For one perfect second, she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pressing him closer as she ground herself against his face. But then, her hands firmed, and she pushed against his shoulders, breaking the contact.
Braze groaned in protest, the sound raw and animal. He’d barely tasted her. It was a cruel tease—a single drop of water in the fucking desert!
“No,” Kaitlyn said, her voice breathless but firm. “Not like that.”
He licked his lips, savoring the sweet/salty, addictive trace of her. His entire body was trembling with need.
“How then, Mistress?” he growled hoarsely. “Because I fucking need to taste you. Let me be of service to you—please.”
A slow, possessive smile touched her lips. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with power and desire.
“And you will be of service. Sit on the floor with your back against the couch. Then lean your head back against the cushions.”
A flicker of confusion, then a bolt of pure, white-hot understanding shot through Braze. His heart hammered against his ribs so hard he was sure she could hear it.
“You want to…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I’m going to ride your face,” she purred. “So come on, husband—get into position.”
