Pursued(177)

“O…okay,” Elise whispered and he could hear the tension in her voice. Gods, he hoped she wasn’t reliving anything awful from her past. If only he could feel her emotions again, as he’d been able to back when they had the bond, he would have been able to tell. But he couldn’t—he just had to go slowly and hope he wasn’t scaring her.

“Just a little,” he whispered again and placed a soft, delicate kiss at the apex of her sex, right where her tight little slit began. Elise moaned softly as his breath stirred her curls and Merrick allowed himself a moment to breathe in her warm, feminine scent, rubbing his cheek against her mound, before kissing her again.

He went a little lower this time, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss in the center of her glistening pussy lips. He could see just a hint of her little clit peaking out from between her pink folds and he let his tongue flick out, just barely caressing it in mid-kiss.

“Merrick!” His name on her lips was like a prayer. The desire in her voice sent a surge of lust straight to his cock. Gods, he wanted her so damn much, but he had to take this slowly.

“A little deeper now, baby,” he murmured, stroking her inner thighs, spreading her wider for him. “Need to kiss you a little deeper.” Gently, he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs, baring her inner cunt completely. He nearly groaned when he saw how hot and swollen her little clit was. Gods, the bonding fruit was really working on her—she needed this badly.

Carefully, he sucked her clit into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. The warm wetness of her pussy juice coated his lips and the flavor of her honey exploded across his tongue. Merrick growled softly and licked deeper, spreading her folds with the tip of his tongue, lapping her sweet juice straight from the source. Fucking delicious. But he wanted more—needed more—and he sensed that Elise needed more too.

“Need to taste inside you, baby,” he murmured, looking up at her. “Need to put my tongue in your pussy.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, Merrick—God, please!”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Pressing his face against her sweet mound, he slid his tongue deep into her tight, wet channel and began to thrust as hard as he could.

He wanted to simulate the feeling of a cock inside her, at least in part, because he knew that the bonding fruit would make her long for penetration. But when Elise began moaning and scratching at his shoulders, he knew she wasn’t far from the edge.

Just need to make her come, he told himself, increasing the speed of his thrusting, loving the feel of her thighs wrapped around his head. Just need to make her come and then she’ll be okay.

He hoped.

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Elise couldn’t help herself—she was drowning in pleasure. And still it wasn’t enough.

Gasping, she grabbed at his shoulders as she felt his warm, wet tongue invade her, pushing even deeper into her channel. God, she was so close. But even though the feel of his mouth on her pussy was amazing, she still felt like she needed more.

As though sensing her need, Merrick withdrew his tongue and slipped two thick fingers deep inside her as he went back to lapping her clit. Elise cried out as the sudden change in sensation finally pushed her over the edge. Yes, this was what she needed—to be filled, to be fucked. But deeper. Thicker. Harder.

“That’s right, baby,” she heard Merrick rumble as he lapped her open pussy. “Come for me. Come hard all over my face.”

His dirty words brought on a second orgasm and she moaned, clenching around his invading fingers. At last when she was finished and the last spasm had rocked her body, Merrick looked up at her.

“Better now, baby?” he asked, looking at her with concern.

“Yes.” Elise bit her lip. “And no. I need…need more, Merrick. Please, can’t we just try—”

“No.” He got up abruptly and came to sit beside her on the bed. His lips were still shiny from her juices but his eyes were hard. “I told you, baby, we can’t risk that.”

“Please,” Elise pleaded softly. “It felt really good when you tasted me, Merrick, but I can’t help myself—I need more.”

“Gods, baby,” he groaned, putting an arm over his eyes. “You’re driving me crazy here.”

“Am I?” Feeling daring, Elise reached out to capture the hard length of his shaft, still imprisoned inside the black silk sleep-pants he wore.

Merrick gasped and grabbed her wrist. “Elise…”

“Please,” she whispered, squeezing the thick, hot bar of his cock gently in her fist. “Please, Merrick. What if we went really, really slowly. And what if I was on top—just like I was that first time I touched you? You know, when you let me handcuff you?”