Feeling nervous all over again, she nodded. “Yes.”
“All right. You have to start slow…” He suited actions to words, stroking slowly upwards from the root of his cock to the broad head, still shiny with precum, and then back down again. A low groan rose in his throat and his eyes were half-lidded as he kept his gaze trained on her.
Elise bit her lip at the erotic sight. She’d never been interested in any kind of porn but the image of Merrick slowly stroking himself, his big, capable hand moving up and down his thick shaft was beginning to make her pussy feel like it was on fire. “What…what are you thinking?” she whispered as he continued to work.
“Just looking at you. Thinking how beautiful you are. Imagining…” His deep voice trailed off and Elise found herself looking into his eyes as he continued his performance.
“Imagining what?” she demanded breathlessly.
“Going down on you.” His eyes wouldn’t let her go. “Spreading you wide and licking that sweet, wet pussy I can see between your thighs.”
“Oh!” Elise pressed her thighs together tightly and pulled her knees up to her chin.
“Don’t.” Merrick shook his head. “Don’t do that, baby—don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Reluctantly, she parted her thighs again—giving him just a glimpse. “Even…even there?”
“Especially there,” he assured her. “And you smell so sweet. Gods, what I wouldn’t give to taste your honey. Don’t worry,” he added quickly. “I know you’re not up for it tonight. But I can’t help thinking about it…thinking about you, while I do this.” He nodded down at his hand which was moving more quickly.
“Oh…” Elise’s heart was pounding so hard it was hard to think what to say. Then she noticed something. “You do have a rhythm. I…I see what you mean now.”
“I’m glad you get it.” Merrick stopped for a moment, his hand still at the base of his cock. “You want to try now?”
“Don’t you want to uh, finish?” she asked hesitantly.
“Do you want me to?” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at her. “Do you want to watch me come, baby?”
“Yes.” Elise was nearly trembling now. The lust inside her was rising high, like a tide that might carry her out to uncertain and dangerous seas. But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to retreat from it. “Yes,” she said again. “I want to see you do it. I want to watch you come.”
Merrick started again, moving in time to the internal rhythm he’d spoken of. But though Elise knew she was supposed to be watching his hand, she found her gaze drawn to his eyes instead. Those beautiful, mismatched eyes—one blue and one gold but both blazing with desire for her…only for her. He’s thinking of me. Imagining what he wants to do to me. How he wants to taste me…
Elise knew it was true and still she couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t break his gaze. She could feel her breath growing short, almost as if she was the one about to come. Her nipples felt achy and hard and her pussy was so hot she felt molten from the waist down. And then, with a low growl of pleasure that sounded suspiciously like her name, Merrick came.
At last she was able to look away from his eyes. She saw his thick shaft jump in his hand and then the short, hard spurts of creamy white decorated his flat belly. So much! she thought, amazed at how he continued to come. And all that would be inside me. If we…no! Can’t think like that.
Merrick groaned softly and leaned his head back against the headboard. He was no longer coming, but Elise couldn’t help noticing that his shaft was still as hard as ever. Was that normal? Or was it another one of those Kindred things, like the mating fist at the base of his cock?
At last, he sighed. “Gods. Guess I’d better get cleaned up.”
“No, wait.” Elise put out a hand to stop him when he started to get up. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
She ran to the small bathroom and fumbled in her bag for a soft square of terrycloth. It was actually one of the facecloths Olivia had given her but she hadn’t seen anything else resembling a washcloth on the Kindred ship so it would have to do. She wet it with warm water and went back to the bedroom where Merrick was still leaning back against the headboard.
“Thanks.” He held out his hand for the cloth but Elise hung on to it.
“Could I…would you let me do it?”
“Sure, if you want.” He gave her a warm smile. “I told you, baby, touch me anyway and anywhere you want to. I’m fine with it.”