“Climb up the rest of the way if you want,” Merrick invited softly. “Lie down on me.”
“I…” Elise bit her lip. “I wouldn’t want to uh, squish you.”
To her surprise, he threw his head back against the pillow and roared with genuine amusement. “You squish me? Baby, you’re tiny.”
“I’m just petite,” Elise protested primly. “Which doesn’t bother me, by the way. I like being small and compact. It makes my opponents in the court room underestimate me.”
“Anyone would be a fool to do that.” He was still smiling, a hint of his fangs showing from beneath his sensuous upper lip. “But it’s good to like yourself. I like being big, too. Big enough for you to lie on me—if you want.”
So they were back to that. He really wants me to, she realized. As much as I want to, I think. “All right,” she said aloud. “But don’t blame me if you feel squished.” Carefully, slowly, she shifted her weight so that she was lying on him completely.
Merrick was on his back now with his bound hands under him. It couldn’t have been comfortable but he didn’t complain, just lay there quietly as she settled on top of him. Her breasts flattened out against his chest and he was so tall his thick shaft branded her thigh instead of her belly. Elise thought about moving so that she didn’t touch him there…and didn’t. Instead, she relaxed on top of him, enjoying the full body contact, feeling like a kitten cuddling with a Great Dane.
The warmth of his big body enveloped her, filling her with a sense of well-being she couldn’t deny. At last she began to feel the gnawing hunger retreat somewhat and a sense of peace took its place. This was good—this was right in a way she couldn’t deny. At the back of her head she knew it was just the fake bond making her feel this way, telling her she needed the big Kindred, needed to touch him and be touched by him. But somehow she didn’t care. Fake bond or not, it felt wonderful and she didn’t want to spoil the lovely sensation with over-analysis.
But as the hunger decreased, her other need grew. Lust flared to life inside her once more, licking at her inner thighs like a fire. She began to be hyperaware of the thick length of Merrick’s cock against her thigh, began to think about how close it was to her pussy, which was throbbing and hot and needy.
But I don’t want him in me. I don’t want anyone there! she thought, panicking a little. I can’t…not after…
The door of the vault shuddered as though something inside it was trying to get out. Desperately, Elise worked to keep it closed. I don’t want to think about that. About any of it. This is so nice—why do I have to ruin it by wanting something sexual? And yet, she did. There was no denying it, her pussy was hot and her nipples were tight. How could she, who had been happily frigid for so long, suddenly want this so badly? It didn’t make sense and yet there was no denying this feeling inside her. This need to be touched, to be stroked and pleasured and made to come…
“Elise?” Merrick shifted under her and she looked up to see his nostrils flaring rhythmically.
“Yes? Am I getting too heavy?” She prepared to get off him but his next words stopped her.
“You’re fine—stay put and tell me what’s wrong.”
“What…what do you mean? There’s nothing wrong,” she protested. “I just can’t quite…seem to get…comfortable.” As she spoke she pressed against him as though trying to find a better spot.
“How comfortable do you need to be?” Somehow his leg slipped between hers and she felt the warm, muscular ridge of his thigh press hard against her pussy.
“Oh!” The word left her lips in a little gasp of embarrassment. She was probably getting him all wet! “Oh, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not.” He shifted, pressing his thigh upward, rubbing against her, forcing her to ride him.
“Oh…” Elise breathed again. She could feel her swollen outer pussy lips opening, spreading for him as though of their own volition. Her slippery inner cunt and her sensitive clit were laid bare, rubbing against his hard thigh in a way that made her moan aloud.
“You like that?” Merrick moved again, sending another shower of pleasure sparks pulsing through her body. “You like to ride me, baby?”
“I…yes. Yes, I do,” Elise admitted, unable to help herself. But though the feel of his thigh pressed against her throbbing button was amazing, it still wasn’t quite enough. Moaning in frustration, she rubbed against him, feeling like she was going to go crazy if the sensation building inside her didn’t come to a peak soon. She needed something—needed to come, she was sure of that. But how? To her secret shame she’d never had an orgasm before and so had no idea how to go about doing it now.