Page 85 of Brody
“Right there!”I gasped, my voice breaking.“Fuck, Brody, right there!”
The warm slide of his tongue.The gentle scrape of teeth that made me shudder.The vibration of his groan against my most sensitive flesh.Each sensation built upon the last, creating a symphony of pleasure that swept away all thought.
The pressure built, coiling tighter with each skilled stroke of his tongue.My thighs began to tremble, muscles tensing as I approached the edge.
“Inside,” I gasped.“Fingers.”
When he slid his fingers inside me, my head fell back, a cry escaping me as the first waves of pleasure crashed through my system.
“Brody,” I moaned, the sound of his name more prayer than command, my thighs squeezing his head.
He worked me through it, easing the pressure but not stopping completely until the aftershocks subsided.When I looked down, his eyes met mine, dark with satisfaction and undisguised need.
Without warning, he stood and lifted me in one fluid motion, water sluicing down our bodies as he carried me toward the massive bed.The feeling of being held against his chest, of his strength supporting me so effortlessly, sent a fresh rush of desire through my core.
He laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness, then stood back, watching me with an intensity that made me flush with heat.I propped myself up on my elbows, taking in the sight of him completely aroused, his cock long and thick with the tip bouncing against his belly button, water droplets tracing tempting paths down his chest and abdomen.
“Come here,” I said, my voice low but firm.
He moved toward me, but I stopped him with a raised hand when he tried to join me on the bed.Instead, I sat up, reaching out to trace my fingertips along the impressive length of his cock.The velvet skin over steel hardness was fascinating, a study in contrasts.When I wrapped my hand around him, his sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying.
“We need a condom,” I said, giving him a gentle squeeze.“Without protection, there’s still a chance you can get me pregnant.”
The biological realities of our situation were clear in my mind.While Others couldn’t contract or carry STIs due to our enhanced immune systems, pregnancy was still possible between fated mates, though the probability was significantly higher during heat cycles.I wasn’t in heat, but the possibility existed, nevertheless.
“I want you to choose when and if the time is right,” he said, his voice rough with desire but his eyes clear with sincerity.“I have condoms.”
I arched my brow.“You were confident.”
He shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.“No, I was prepared for anything.”
The distinction made something warm unfurl in my chest, different from the heat of arousal.He retrieved a condom from his pack, tearing the wrapper with his teeth in a move that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.
“Let me,” I said, taking it from him.
I rolled the condom onto his length with deliberate slowness, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch, the barely restrained power in his frame.When I was finished, I scooted back on the bed.
“On your back,” I instructed, pointing to the space beside me.
He complied without hesitation, stretching out on the mattress, his eyes never leaving mine.The trust implicit in his surrender, this powerful alpha wolf willingly putting himself under my control, made my core clench with renewed desire.
I moved over him, straddling his hips without allowing him inside.He reached for my waist, but I caught his hands, pressing them down beside his head.
“No touching,” I said firmly.“Not until I say so.”
His eyes flashed gold, but he nodded, fisting his hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for me.
I positioned myself over him, letting just the tip of his cock brush against my entrance.His muscles tensed beneath me, jaw clenching with the effort of remaining still.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice strained with need, his breath sending shivers across my sensitized nerve endings.
I wanted to catalog each sensation with clinical precision.The woman in me simply wanted to feel.“Everything,” I admitted, my voice husky with need.“After years of nothing, I want everything.”
His lips curved into a smile that made my heart stutter.“Be specific, Doctor.This is important research.”
A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me, surprising us both.How could he make me laugh at a moment like this?How could he know exactly what I needed to break through the last of my hesitation?
“I want your mouth,” I said, growing bolder with each word.“Your hands.Your body inside mine.”I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath my palm.“I want to know what you sound like when you lose control.What you taste like.How you feel when you come apart in my arms.”
