Pursued(67)

“It’s not like that with females.” Merrick stroked her inner thighs soothingly. “It takes awhile to build them up. Takes awhile to make them come.”

“Do you know how to do it?” Elise caught his eyes in the viewer. “How to…how to make a woman come? With your hands, I mean,” she added quickly, looking away. “Not…anything else.”

“I know what you mean.” He nodded. “Yeah, baby, I can make you come. Do you want me to?”

Elise felt her cheeks get even hotter. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did.” Merrick’s hands stopped stroking and simply rested on her inner thighs. Once more their eyes met and held in the viewer. “Do you want me to touch you?” he asked softly. “Do you want me to stroke your soft little pussy and make you come, Elise?”

Elise couldn’t deny it anymore. It felt good when she touched herself but it felt right when Merrick touched her. It was as though the hunger was demanding more than just an orgasm from her. It was demanding that Merrick be the one to give it to her. Which made sense when she thought about it—after all, the need inside her was coming from the bond she shared with him. And artificial or not, it had to be fed. “I…I think I need you to,” she whispered at last. “For…for the bond. For the hunger.”

“Of course.” Merrick nodded knowingly but she caught the flash of lust in his mismatched eyes anyway. “Of course, baby.” Slowly, tenderly, one large hand slid down her thigh and cupped her trembling mound. Then he was silent.

They sat like that for what seemed like a long time, not speaking with his warm palm just cupping her, until Elise wiggled in anticipation. “When…when are you going to begin?”

“I already have,” he murmured in her ear. “Didn’t I tell you we have to take it slow?” He rubbed her lightly, barely touching the well-trimmed patch of curls at the top of her mound. The soft, barely-there touch sent a shiver through her and fresh wetness to her pussy.

“God, Merrick,” she whispered raggedly. “Please…”

“All right,” he said softly, apparently relenting at last. “But I don’t want to rush this—any of it.” He nodded at the viewer. “Watch while I do this, Elise. Watch me stroke your hot little pussy until you come for me.”

She moaned breathlessly as he opened her, parting her swollen outer lips with his middle and index fingers to reveal her hot pink interior. God, but she was so slick and hot and wet. How could her body be reacting this way? After so many years of complete inaction it was as though she was coming to life in a way she’d never even dreamed was possible. Coming to life and going into overdrive.

“Gently, now,” Merrick whispered in her ear. Slowly he slid one long finger across her slick petals. Elise caught her breath as she felt him stroke her—not on her too-sensitive clit itself, but right alongside it—in a way that made her feel so good she could hardly hold still.

“Oh! Oh, please…” she heard herself moan as he continued that one, slow, simple motion. “Please, Merrick…please!”

“Just watch,” he murmured. Elise could feel his cock throbbing against the small of her back and knew he was as turned on as she was by this gentle, intimate encounter. “Just watch and learn, baby.”

Elise couldn’t have torn her eyes from the viewer if she knew that looking would make her go blind. The sight of herself spread out on his lap as one long, thick finger slid slowly in and out of her swollen folds was almost as mesmerizing as the unfamiliar but instantly addictive sensation of him touching her. “Merrick,” she begged softly. “It feels so good…almost too good.”

“When it gets to be too much, take a little break,” he rumbled. “Like this.” He stopped stroking the side of her clit and his fingers slid down to the entrance of her pussy. “Can I penetrate you, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Will you let me slide my fingers into your pussy?”

Elise bit her lip. Earlier the very idea of giving him such free access to her body had made her break out into a cold sweat. And no one had put anything inside her since…but she wouldn’t think about that. Not now.

“Yes,” she heard herself saying, glad that he’d asked instead of just assuming it was okay. “Yes, if you go slowly.”

“Of course.” Merrick nodded at her in the viewer, their eyes meeting briefly and she could see that his were filled with unexpressed longing. “Just watch,” he told her again. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I promise I will.”