“I won’t.”
He kissed he again, slower, hungrier, letting her know exactly how much he wanted her. All those fears melted in that moment as he let his hands explore the softness of her body.
Phineas scooped her up and carried her to his bed. He wanted to explore every inch of her, make her want him and burn for him the way he burned for her.
Her arousal was thick in the air as he laid her on the bed. Phineas wasn’t sure what he wanted first, but he knew it was her, and something kicked in, instinctively telling him how to bring her pleasure.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said, his voice hitching in his throat.
Pearl did. Looking at her in the darkness, his blood ignited at the sight of her on his bed, naked. All he wanted to do was touch her, lick her.
Taste her.
His cock stirred, throbbing with need. He wanted to bury himself deeply inside her tight, wet pussy, but he didn’t want tohurt her and he wanted to take his time too. Phineas dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, as if he were under a spell, moaning and holding back from the urge to touch her.
A jolt of heat ran through him, straight to his cock.
“Phineas,” she whispered. “It’s not fair you’re still clothed.”
He chuckled. “Patience. We have all the time in the world.”
Pearl didn’t knowhow she felt about that, because her body was thrumming with need. The kiss made her body ache. She was nervous, but this was everything she wanted.
And she wanted more.
“Pearl,” he said softly, his voice deep and full of promise. “Do you want me to pleasure you?”
“Yes.” Her voice caught in her throat.
A rumble of appreciation came from him and he moved closer, his large hands circling her thighs. The brush of his scales on her skin made her pussy clench in anticipation, just from that simple touch because no one had ever touched her like this before.
Holy. Fuck.
She would say that this was something she would never do in her wildest dreams, except lately it was. With Phineas, always.
This was what she’d been dreaming about and this is exactly what she wanted.
“So sweet,” he whispered, hot breath fanning against her thighs, making her nipples hard.
His hot, wet, forked tongue slowly, achingly slowly, traveled up her slit. Just that teasing lick made her hips buck and her back arch. His large hands held her firmly down and in place. She was completely under his control.
This time his lick was firmer, parting her folds as he tasted her deeply. It was hot, and his tongue moved like a well-controlled machine. She rolled her hips, urging him to do more, but when the tip of his tongue hit her clit, she completely lost it.
“Ah, fuck,” she moaned as he teased her, edging her closer to an orgasm which was building like a tight ball of tension deep in her belly. She’d pleasured herself before, but this was different.
This was with the man she loved.
He licked slowly up and down, before focusing little flicks against her clit.
“So sweet,” he murmured again, covering her pussy with his mouth.
He released his hold on her thighs and one large finger slowly entered her, moving in and out of her pussy as he circled her clit quickly with his tongue. His finger hooked, rubbing her G-spot.
Where did he learn how to do that? Frankly, she didn’t care, because she was glad he’d learned it.
“Oh shit. Coming,” she gasped.
She rode his finger and his mouth. The pleasure intensifying until she came hard and fast, her pussy squeezing his finger. He continued licking as he slid his finger out, as if he was trying to eat up every last bit of her, and it was fucking hot. She wanted more and she wanted to taste him.
