“I do wish I knew more,” she murmured as she wrapped her hand around the base of his heavy erection. And it was heavy. She lifted the steely spike from his stomach. Velvet soft yet definitely steel.
“I am grateful that I am the one to be your teacher, Teagan,” he admitted. “You belong only to me and that is a gift. A rare and precious gift. As far as I am concerned, you cannot do anything wrong as long as you are enjoying what you do for me. Do what you wish and if you want more guidance, look into my mind. You will feel what I am feeling.”
She liked that. She liked that he gave her the time and opportunity to explore on her own. She bent her head again and lapped at the crown of his cock, swirling her tongue over the sensitive head, licking up those pearly drops. He tasted the same as when she fed at his chest, only more exotic. More erotic. There was no resisting him.
“I like that you’re all for me,” she murmured, breathing warm air over him.
She shaped him with her fist. “You really are gorgeous, Andre. Gorgeous, hot and sweet . . .” Her eyes met his for one moment, filled with amusement. “Most of the time.”
“I am very thankful you feel that way.”
She dipped her head and licked him like an ice-cream cone and then swirled her tongue under the crown. That got another shudder, his hips jerking and a swift indrawn breath. She liked that because he liked it. She did that a few more times and then used her tongue on the thick shaft, curling around and over it, lapping at the thick, long flesh.
His fingers curled around hers, tightening so that her hand curled into a fist. He used an up and down motion, keeping her fist wrapped around him. The hand in her hair urged her head down over him. She took the hint instantly, opening her mouth and drawing him in even as she touched his mind to feel what he was feeling.
She shivered and the blood rushed through her, hot and wild. Her sex spasmed. The sensations she was creating in Andre were glorious. Perfect. She loved it. Her confidence grew. As long as she could feel what he was feeling, she knew she was giving him pleasure. So much pleasure, and she was excited that she could. She wanted this for him. Her mouth tightened and she suckled strongly, her tongue dancing while her fist moved under the instruction of his hand. She liked that, too. She liked that he was so willing to teach her, that he had patience and even enjoyed the fact that she’d been with no one else.
“Not enjoy, sivamet. Love. I didn’t have parents, not even when I was born. Neither of them. I had the Borois for a brief time and they were taken. I counted them mine, but really they were not mine, in spite of the fact that I loved them. I had the family that raised me, loosely had them. I ran wild, and the triplets followed me so I was not always welcome. You are mine alone. Really mine. You belong to me.”
She was glad she was busy loving on him, using her energy in a very good way that sent so much pleasure streaking through his body he could barely get the words out, barely think straight.
I love belonging to you, but, Andre, you had them. The Borois, they were yours.
She used her tongue again under the crown and he groaned and tugged at her hair. “You need to come up here now, Teagan. I want you on your hands and knees.”
That sounded intriguing. She gave his cock one last lick and did what he said, going to her hands and knees there on the mattress. Instantly he knelt up behind her, one hand going to the nape of her neck to push her head down. A streak of fire rushed through her body. She didn’t know why the position and the way his hand on her nape and the arm sliding around her waist to drag her back to him felt so erotic to her, but it did.
“Stay like that,” he instructed softly, and his hand moved down over her back to her buttocks and then he grasped both hips.
She closed her eyes as she felt that burning crest lodge at her entrance. Then he slammed inside. Hard. Jolting her body with every stroke. She thought she knew fire until that moment. He began a fierce, brutal rhythm, surging into her over and over. Heaven. She didn’t know anyone could feel that good.
At the bite of his fingers on her hips, she moved back into him, just as hard. “More,” she breathed. “I love this, Andre. I want more.” Her tone was breathy. Pleading even. Eager. She didn’t care. She knew he shared her mind, he could feel what he was doing to her, and what he was doing was more than good.
“My woman,” he said softly between his teeth.
She loved the way he said it. Possessively, just like the hands on her hips. He gripped her harder and lifted her off the mattress so only her head and forearms were down with her legs curled tight under her. His strokes increased in strength. She had no choice but to reach out and hold on to the headboard to keep from being thrown off the bed. Each thrust sent storms of fire bursting through her body to radiate outward to every cell.
She was coiled tight. Too tight. She didn’t want to let go, not without him.
“Give it to me,” he instructed, his voice harsh.
“With you.” Her breath hissed out of her lungs. She was desperate to hang on. She was so close, her body wanting to spin out of control.
He was relentless, driving her higher. “Give it to me,” he bit out between his teeth. “Now.”
There was no stopping her body from obeying. She came apart, a brutal, hard orgasm that tore through her entire body so that she screamed her release. He powered right through it. Never stopping. A machine moving in her, prolonging the orgasm, stretching her out on a rack of pure pleasure, her muscles grasping at that spiked steel invader.