His voice was dark, raw, and my legs spread wider. His fingers lifted away a few millimeters as they went over my clit, touched me again below, and teased my opening as his teeth nibbled my neck and made me moan again.
I remember his finger pinching my nipple, and the next thing I knew, I was horizontal on the sofa, on my side with a blanket around me, and Brain was kneeling beside me, calling me Buttercup and telling me to come back.
He was blurry at first, and as my eyes focused I could see his concern for me, and I closed my eyes, ashamed at how broken this proved me to be.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t know it was coming, couldn’t warn you to stop.”
“Don’t apologize. You shut down at the exact second I smelled your fear. Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I think I just need to be alone, please?”
He shook his head. “I’ll give you just about anything, but not that. Why don’t we watch a movie and let me give you a foot massage?”
Suddenly, I was so pissed at the Russians, at my psyche, and fucking everything, I just wanted to hit something. Instead, I grabbed his head, pulled him to me, and kissed him with everything I had.
He tried to pull away for a half second, and then relaxed and let me kiss him, let me hold his head in place and ravish his mouth.
When I pulled away it was to tell him, “On the floor, bucko. They aren’t taking anything else from me. I’m fucking you today, and you’ll just have to deal with it. Maybe next week you can fuck me, maybe next month. We’ll work towards it, but until we get there, you’ll deal with me on top.”
He gave me a sly grin and said, “Okay, Buttercup, we’ll do it your way now, but no promises about tomorrow. Actually, no promises about ten minutes from now.”
Serious, I told him, “And I can only be okay with that because I know you’ll back off if I freak.”
He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “We’ll figure this out, okay? No pressure. I’m with you, we’re naked, it’s all good.”
My breath caught as he stretched out on the floor, palming his cock, then stroking it, working it back up for me.
I stood, let the blanket fall to the sofa, and walked to him, standing over him. “I think maybe I want to sit on your face, first. You good with that?”
He gave me a roguish grin and said, “I can make my tongue longer and narrower, lick deep inside you, if I want.”
He gave a deep, guttural groan as I felt blood surge into my clit, and I straddled his face, sat carefully, and then let him pleasure me until I was ready for his cock. God, the man had a magical tongue, and he knew how to use it.
I didn’t let myself come, though. Not on his tongue… I wanted his cock in me before I orgasmed, so when I was close, I rose, scooted back, and sat on his granite-hard, heated cock. My hands braced on his chest, my gaze locked with his, and we both groaned as my weight pressed me down on him until he filled me, stretched me.
* * * *
Brain
I’d hoped to create as many happy, orgasmic memories as possible with her, and while this wasn’t what I’d planned, it was better than the catatonic woman I’d faced for nearly ten minutes until she came back to me. The very fact she’d climbed right back on the horse, so to speak, spoke volumes about her strength.
My wolf hadn’t agreed to this, but after seeing her unresponsive — her eyes open but not focused — he was willing to lie quietly and let our Buttercup have her way with us.
Now, as her sexy weight moved down my shaft, consumed me until nothing existed in the world but her, I wiggled my toes to try to remember to keep my hips still. She needed to be in control as she looked into my eyes, she needed to know I’d give her what she needed — even this.
She sat down on me and stopped though, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay still. Giving her orders seemed risky, so I kept my voice gentle and quiet as I said, “Move, Buttercup. You wanted to fuck me, you have to move.”
“Now it’s your turn to trust me,” she said as she readjusted, held eye contact, and contracted her vaginal muscles around me. I watched her face in amazement as she literally milked my cock, her body shuddering as the contractions picked up speed until she wasn’t consciously doing it anymore, the orgasm had taken hold and Harmony shuddered and jerked over me, fully in the embrace of her climax, using my cock to get herself off, and it took every ounce of willpower I could find in my soul to remain still and give this to her.
The ring at her labia sparked the light, and I remembered what’d been done to her, the horror she’d lived through, and I forced my body to remain motionless on the floor.