“I hate guns.”
“Do it.” Dewlyn surprised me. Not only had she stayed with me for ten days, she’d made me soup. Ten days. Me and Dewlyn, and she tended to me the way a mate should tend to a wounded beast male. And for ten nights, she curled up beside me and watched me as if I’d slip away if she closed her eyes. I winced at the needle sting as if she’d stabbed me with a knife. Really, I didn’t feel a thing.
Feeling bad, she pecked my forehead.
I’d have to get shot more often.
Dewlyn put the med gun down, then threaded her fingers though my hair and told me it would be okay. Inwardly, my honor died of shame. She picked up the soup, and I prepared my stomach for her soup. Namely, I swallowed hard, not thinking about the taste. Dewlyn didn’t suffer false modesty, she really couldn’t cook, and yesterday, I yummed and hummed and praised the soup she made for me.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Meh,” I lied.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, no. Not at all.”
“Rey made chicken soup.”
“Starving.”
She poked my stomach with her finger. “I knew it.” She dug into the bowl with a spoon, but I caught her wrist. “Maybe later.”
Her eyes locked with mine while I put the bowl away, then found the strings on her robe and untied them. The robe opened, and I spread it out, then slid it off her shoulders. My fingers traced down from her shoulders, over the top of her small tit and her nipple, which budded under my touch. Dewlyn bent and kissed me. I grabbed the back of her neck but kissed her back gently. I snuck my tongue inside her mouth, where, for once in our lives, she let me lead, didn’t battle me, didn’t fight me. She followed my tongue with her small one and moaned when I cupped her tit and rolled her nipple between my fingers. Already hard and ready, my dick pushed against her thigh. I’d fuck her senseless, and it would last all of five minutes.
So, I lifted her up.
She found her balance on the chair rests, and when I sat up a bit and leaned my head against the back, she smiled down at me, her hair curtaining her pretty face. She bent at the knees, and her pretty little pussy lips teased mine. “What do you say?” I asked.
“Please, my Lord Almighty Vice, make my pussy purr.”
I swiped my tongue over her slit. Mmmmm. I reached past my pajama bottoms and groaned as I fisted my dick. I thumbed my piercing and sucked on her clit at the same time.
Dewlyn moaned, pressing her pussy down on my mouth a bit harder. I hadn’t shaved since yesterday, so I nudged my rough chin against her opening. She nestled over it and squirmed, then reached for my hair. I caught her wrist, and she let me hold both her wrists at the small of her back. She’d have to balance on her knees. Ride my mouth like she rode her skater.
And she did.
Her pussy moved over my tongue. Sometimes I flicked her bud, but most times I fucked her with it, and when her moans grew louder, when she moved faster, seeking her release, I lowered her back on my lap. She tried to free her hands, but I ignored her, locked eyes with hers as I pushed my bottoms down some more. I lifted her again, set my dick at her entrance, and let her ease herself on me while I thumbed over her clit.
With my hand still holding her wrists, she balanced on the tip, teasing me.
I intended to have a romantic, sweet reunion , but Dewlyn teased and teased, her pussy soft and moist against my hard tip. “Fuck it, Dewlyn,” I warned. I pushed up a little, and my tip entered her wetness.
She arched her back and inched down and down, and I watched her pussy swallow me whole. I grabbed her throat, found the dents on the side, and pressed. Red colored her cheeks and her muscles relaxed, making her pussy flutter around me. I held her breath in my hand as she moved on top of me, releasing her throat only enough so she could catch some air. Then I’d press again, and each time I did, Dewlyn would sigh in pleasure.
I didn’t hide mine either. There was something innately beautiful and primal about having her life under my control. It spoke of trust. She knew I wouldn’t hurt her, abuse her trusting nature. She’d always known that but kept her guard up just in case. Now as her guard was down, I finally met my mate. She was lovely, fierce, and loyal. Absolutely loyal. She might be a bit on the wild side, but if she weren’t, my life would be boring. Life with Dewlyn would never bore me.
She bounced on my dick, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Vice,” she said. “You’re so big.”
“I know, baby.” I released her wrists and palmed her ass. I spanked it. Once, twice, every time she came up. Dewlyn didn’t flinch, didn’t protest, and I thought for sure she was in love with having my dick inside her. Such was Dewlyn. Once I gave her a taste of the unknown, if she liked it, she wanted it all the time. So I’d make sure she liked it every time.