Page 35 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

She glanced over her shoulder with a smile, then turned to me after drying her hands. Bridgette reached out for my hand, and I didn’t hesitate to give it to her.

“Come on,” she said. “There’s something I want to try.”

Intrigued, I followed her into the bedroom after turning off the lights in the living room as we passed.

“Have a seat,” she pointed to the edge of the bed. I raised one eyebrow, waiting to see what she had in mind.

“Are you going to put on a show for me?” I asked as I sat where she indicated and looked her over from head to toe. One thing I’d noticed about Bridgette right away was that she was never in public without looking completely put together. She was currently wearing a skirt with ruffles along the knee-length hem and a top that hugged her curves, which was tied at her waist. She had kicked off her heels as soon as we arrived upstairs, so she was barefoot. “Your pink toenails are adorably sexy, by the way.”

I followed the same path back up her body, then watched as she finished tying her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. “Thanks. I noticed you still haven’t unpacked yet.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow. Now come here so I can show you how sexy I think the rest of you is,” I said huskily.

“Not this time, Detective.” My breath caught as she dropped to her knees in front of me and slid her palms up my thighs. “I told you, there’s something I want to try.”

“Bridgette—” I started, desperately wanting to feel her hot little mouth swallowing around my cock, but also needing to taste her on my tongue.

“Don’t tell me I don’t have to,” she interrupted. “I really, really want to. And I think you’re going to really, really enjoy this.”

Her nimble little fingers undid my belt and had the button of my slacks popped open before I could argue any further. The heaviness of my cock had the zipper sliding down before she even had a chance to lay a finger on it.

“Wait,” I demanded as my little witch reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. I reached over for one of the throw pillows that were resting by the headboard. “Stand up.” As soon as she complied, I tossed the pillow onto the floor. “I don’t want you hurting your knees.”

Bridgette knelt back down and beamed up at me. “That’s so sweet.” Then, with my assistance, both my boxers and my slacks were shifted down to my thighs.

Her hands were soft and warm as they wrapped around my length. The way she eyed my cock as if she were fascinated and turned on had a drop of precome oozing from the tip. Before it could roll down the side of the head, Bridgette leaned forward and licked. Closing her eyes, she took in my taste and hummed. Then, before I could fully brace myself, she opened wide and took me into her hot mouth.

I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. When she bobbed her head, sliding her tongue over the shaft, then swirled over the tip, I had to clench my fists into the bedding to keep from bucking my hips. But when her mouth suddenly got hot nearly to the point of pain, then shot straight to cold as if I had just beendunked into a vat of ice water, I shouted and reached for her head.

Gripping the bun that she’d made on the top of her head, I pulled her off my cock. She stared at me with wide, innocent eyes, though she couldn’t hide the wariness at my reaction. “What the fuck was that?” I demanded.

She dropped her eyes and shrugged one shoulder. “I told you. I wanted to try something.”

“Do it again,” I demanded.

She jerked her eyes back up to mine, then I watched as the worry drained away and a grin took over her stunning face. “Can I try something else?” She asked as she leaned back in, taking another lick of the precome that had started leaking steadily.

“Little witch, you can do any fucking thing that you want. Just don’t stop,” I begged.

With a hum, she held out one hand, and I watched in fascination as sparks danced along the tips of her fingers. Then she gave me a saucy wink as her mouth started to grow cold again. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she slid her icy tongue over the head and down the shaft. I had forgotten about her sparking fingertips until she reached for my balls and lightly stroked, making it feel like I was being shocked at dozens of points by static electricity.

I was so confused. I couldn’t tell if I loved it or hated it, but I was about to come harder than I ever had in my whole fucking life. I hadn’t even busted a nut yet, but I was already about to beg her to start all over again. I supposed that meant I loved the fuck out of what she was doing to me.

I tugged lightly on her messy bun and gritted my teeth as the cold faded into scorching heat again. “I’m going to fucking come.” It took every ounce of my self control to not shout expletives until everyone within a mile radius called in a noise complaint.

Bridgette pulled her mouth off with a pop and slid her hand up from my balls and gripped my throbbing dick with her electrified hand. All the tiny sparks of electricity zapping my cock was just too fucking much. No matter how much I wanted to hold back, to give her more warning, to try to stave it off so I could finish inside her, I was fucking done.

“Do it,” she whispered eagerly, then immediately covered the tip of my cock with her mouth. The ice cold sensation paired with the electric zaps sent me over the edge.

I was reasonably certain I had died for several seconds. It certainly felt like my soul left my body as I pumped rope after rope of hot come into my mate’s mouth. My throat felt raw when I got sensation back into my legs, and I was able to see again.

“Fuck,” I whispered hoarsely and dropped onto my back, my arms splayed wide. I must have fallen asleep because I blinked my eyes open to see Bridgette tugging my slacks down my legs. I noticed groggily that my shirt had already been removed, and she had tossed the extra decorative pillows to the floor. The only thing stopping her from going to bed was my body sprawled across the middle.

“Hang on,” I slurred. “I can help.” I attempted to stand up, but my knees were too weak to hold my weight.

“Don’t worry about it,” she hummed, seemingly quite content to take care of me as if I were a newborn baby. “Just lie back,” she coaxed, gesturing. I had no choice but to do what she said. My head hit the pillow, and my whole body relaxed as she covered me with the blanket.

I was too exhausted to be embarrassed. I was too weak to protest. But as my body still hummed from the aftershocks of what she’d done to me, I couldn’t help but anticipate the next time.

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