When she nuzzled the hair near his navel, his c*ck surged for her mouth. So close to those sweet lips of hers.
She grasped the base of his shaft. She aimed it at her mouth. He waited . . . didn't breathe. . . .
With a tentative lick, she daubed her tongue at the crown. She must have liked his taste; a purring sound of approval fanned from her lips, warm breath tickling across the head.
Enthusiasm? He was doomed.
Then she . . . lapped at the slit for more.
"Ah, Bett!"
A swirling lick around the tip followed, rendering him dizzy with lust. Doomed.
"How am I doing?"
His c*ck was under her thrall. She had more control over it than he did. With shaking hands, he piled her braids on top of her head, grating, "If only you were this good with gold." Had his accent ever been so thick?
She gazed up at him with a hint of a grin. "There's a different dimension to this, so to speak," she said, just before she closed her lips over him-and sucked.
"Zeii mea!"
That tight seal of her lips slid down his length; his eyes rolled back in his head.
With her fingers splayed around the base of his shaft, she worked her mouth up and down. Taking him deeper each time, she experimented with her clever tongue.
Any lingering inhibition burned away as she got caught up in the act, growing aroused once more.
Her intoxicating scent frenzied him. "Bett, straddle my leg!"
She didn't ask why, only complied-but her eyes went wide when he moved his leg between her own.
His hand snaked down her back to cup her generous bottom. Palming it, he pressed her against his thigh in a rocking motion.
"Oh!"
He shared her surprise. She was even wetter than before, her flesh dampening his skin. "Does that feel good, dulcea?" Another rock.
"Yes," she moaned. As she resumed her kiss, she squeezed her thighs together and rocked all on her own, her ass moving like a dream beneath his shaking palm.
Only moments remained for him. He struggled to draw them out, withholding his seed from her. But her scent, her mouth, and her tongue were soon to defeat him.
Her moans around his shaft grew louder; she was on the edge as well.
She pulled away to cry, "Again, vampire?"
He bit out, "Yes, my sweet. Again." When he flexed his thigh between hers, she continued her wicked kiss. Even as she moaned, she bathed his cockhead with her tongue, wrenching a groan from his chest. Then she took him between her lips once more.
She sucked; he rocked her. Sucking . . . rocking . . .
As seed climbed up his length, she ground against his leg, beginning to come . . . her throaty cries muffled by his shaft.
His throbbing cock. In his Bride's mouth. As she orgasmed.
Over.
He knew he was about to explode, knew the pressure would pump his spend up to his chin. Her first time-and she didn't like surprises. He had to stop her. Somehow he had to make her draw away.
With a will he hadn't known he possessed, he grasped her face and tugged, surrendering the wet heaven of her mouth.