Page 132 of Heimlock

“It’s not predictable.”

“Okay. Pickles is the safe word, right?”

I smile. “Pickles is the safe word. But …” Anxiety spikes, fearful of potential rejection. Which is silly, because if she hasn’t rejected me by now, she probably won’t at all. “Can we stay at a level below sex today? I want to take my time.”

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” she says softly. Her knees press against my hands and I let go, allowing them to part. Fuck; she’s perfect. A spiritual hunger rears its demanding head, eager to consume everything she’s willing to give.

Shifting off the bed, I yank her to the edge of the mattress by her ankles. She shrieks, kicking out with a laugh when I threaten to bite her toes. When I lick the arch of her foot, she suddenly quiets. I trail kisses down her calf, kneeling as I make my way down past her knee and thigh. When I’m low enough, I lay both legs over my shoulder as I settle onto my knees. Kyrielle’s breath hitches when I gently sink my fangs into a juicy thigh. I groan, deeply pleased to finally be able to do this again.

Peering over the soft hills of her body, Kyrielle watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. Inhaling her unique scent, I nuzzle her heat and let loose a growl of satisfaction before taking a slow swipe up her glistening pussy.

Kyrielle’s back arches as she lets out a salacious moan. My hands press her legs forward and wide, spreading her for better access. It’s been too long since I’ve had this opportunity. With no threat of being discovered or bothered, I can take my sweet time learning everything that brings her pleasure.

She’s so responsive, directing my head, groaning yes! at the right spot or speed. When I bring a finger to her entrance and make small circles, her hips buck so violently, I have to use the other arm to hold them down. Pressing my finger into her body, I suck on her clit with light flicks of my tongue. Nails dig into my scalp with appreciation. Pumping my finger, reveling in the way her body happily responds to my ministrations, I bring her closer to the peak of pleasure.

Thick thighs clamp around my head when I add a second finger. She moans my name, the ord a breathy prayer on perfect lips. My appreciative hum vibrates her clit, causing her to tremble. Her body squeezes around my fingers and for a long, agonizingly stunning moment, Kyrielle is lost in her orgasm. I watch the way her shaking body flushes.

When her spasms stop, I release her hips and remove my fingers. I raise them to my lips, ready to suck them clean, but she reaches for my hand. With wide eyes, I watch her bring my hand to her mouth and insert the two fingers between her lips. The sensation of her sucking a part of my body is almost too much to bear.

“You’re so stunning,” I say when she releases my fingers. Falling forward, a hand on each side of her head, I lean down to kiss her slowly. “Do you want to go anywhere today, or does lounging on the couch sound like a good plan?”

Kyrielle frowns. “We’re done?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “I’ll stay down there all day, Firefly.”

She laughs, then looks down between us. “What about you?”

Dread curdles in my stomach. “What about me?”

Unaware of my growing visceral reaction, she says, “I mean, you deserve a turn too.”

I draw away from her, standing at the edge of the bed. “It’s fine. I don’t need anything. Giving you pleasure makes me happy.”

Kyrielle crinkles her nose in confusion, staring at the hard-on clearly visible through my pajama pants. “I don’t understand. Are you saying you don’t want me to return the favor?”

I step back, waggling my brows, hoping she stops pushing the topic. “If you insist, I will happily jerk off on you.”

She stares at me, shifting to sit on her heels. “Trinte, I don’t understand. Are you not into that kind of thing?”

It’s becoming difficult to breathe. Reaching down to the floor, I grab my T-shirt. “That’s precisely what I’m saying.”

“What kind of guy doesn’t want that?” she asks, bewildered.

“Me,” I snap, pulling the T-shirt on. Why is she pushing this? Literally no other woman pushes on this front. They’re always more than happy not to return the favor, probably because it’s a one-night stand and I distract them with other things.

Kyrielle reaches for me, grabbing my wrist before I turn away. In a soft voice, she says, “Hey, wait. Hold on a second.”

Grinding my molars, I watch her scoot all the way to the edge of the mattress, taking both of my hands into hers. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to push. It’s a surprise, since I’ve never been turned down. But if it’s something you struggle with, I respect that.”

Swallowing thickly, I inhale slowly, then exhale some tension. She’s trying, and I can’t turn away because it’s too hard. If she’s willing to do the work with me, I have to be willing to do the same.

“I’ve never let a woman do that to me.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

She looks away, processing. When her eyes meet mine again, she asks, “Does it have to do with your father?”