“This isn’t what I wanted,” he growled when she went to her knees.
“Yes, it is,” she said, and then she slipped her tongue under his crown and let his cock slide inside her.
His breath left him as if he’d been punched, but he recovered enough to say her name as she took him deeper into her mouth. Of course he wanted this. They all did, usually even more than fucking. But for the first time, Melisande truly wanted it too.
She let him feel her eagerness as she sucked at him, drawing him dee
per, sliding him along her tongue. He was all she could taste and smell, but instead of feeling suffocated, she felt filled with him in the best way.
His protest seemed quickly forgotten in the pleasure. He cupped one hand gently to the back of her head, not pulling or pressing, but just cradling her as she slid up and down his cock. “Melisande…that feels so good.”
Yes. She wanted him to feel good. Wanted him to need her as much as she now needed him. This sweetness he’d given her…it was awful. Too powerful.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and stroked him in rhythm with her sucking mouth. His knees buckled a little. His hips thrust toward her. “Ah, God,” he groaned. “You’ll make me finish too soon.”
But she wanted him to finish. She wanted to give him that. She wanted to lie tangled in bed with him afterward, teasing and stroking until he needed her again.
His fingers curled deeper into her hair. “Melisande,” he growled, a warning, as if she didn’t want this.
She drew his cock deeper, rubbing her tongue over his shaft as his breathing grew ragged. “Christ,” he rasped. “I can’t…”
She felt the force of his climax throb through his cock, and then his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed it, swallowed him, as he pulsed against her tongue.
When he was done, she let him slide gently from her mouth. She wiped her lips on her sleeve and looked up to find him staring at her, his eyes dark and dazed. “You’re still dressed,” he said, as if surprised to find her so.
She laughed. “I am. Did you want to go for a stroll, or shall we stay here and eat breakfast in bed?”
“Breakfast,” he muttered before he turned and collapsed next to her. “I couldn’t walk if I wanted.”
They undressed and slipped beneath the blankets to warm each other. “The croissants,” she said, starting to brave the chill of his room again, but Bill pulled her back down. “Not yet. This first…”
She felt a moment of surprise that he was ready again so soon, but then his hand slipped over her hip and touched between her legs. She was as wet for him as she’d been last time, and when he stroked her, she moaned her pleasure.
He touched her gently at first, then more firmly when she pressed up for more. His fingers teased her, discovering sensitive spots that made her thighs fall open. “That’s it,” he whispered into her ear as she rocked up in rhythm with his hand. “That’s it.”
It was all so sweet and slow. He didn’t rush. He never even pushed his fingers inside her. He just stroked and circled and teased until she finally gasped in shock and pressed a hand to her mouth to cover her cry. Her hips spasmed, shaking with the climax that rolled over her again and again.
He murmured into her ear that she was beautiful. That she was perfect.
She calmed until it seemed she could fall asleep just like that if only she wouldn’t resent the hours wasted on sleeping.
Melisande opened her eyes to find him watching her. “Why do you want that?” she asked.
“Want what?”
“To bring me pleasure.”
Frowning, he stroked a curl of hair back from her face. “How could I not want that?”
She didn’t have an answer to such a strange question, so she kissed him for a good long while and then, unwilling to leave the bed, stretched as far as she could until she caught hold of the pastries. Bill tugged her safely back to the bed, and they propped themselves against the wall to eat.
“Are you cold?” he asked, but she was fine now, his body like a furnace next to hers. “Do you need to leave soon?”
She shook her head. “I can stay for hours. We could have lunch, even.” Catching herself, she tried to take it back. “But I’m sure you don’t have time. If—”
“I have all day, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and he rewarded her with one of his rare smiles. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be, either.”