Page 44 of Brood
“Is this something else you learned in those forbidden movies?”
His grin is almost feral. “Something like that.”
He grabs me by the hips and uses his tongue to open my outer lips and then give my clit a big lick.
This time, the sound I make is more of a squeal because it feels so good.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?” He adjusts his stance to free one hand and uses it to hold me open better for his mouth. He really gets his lips and tongue busy, giving my clit and pussy sloppy attention.
“I… I…. I…” I can barely keep from grinding myself against his face. “Oh fuck!”
I’ve never used that word in my entire life.
He chuckles against my pussy, his body shaking in a way I love. He thrusts his tongue inside me a few times and then focuses on my clit, sucking it hard until all the tension breaks inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry out way too loudly as pleasure pulses through me, sustained by the way he continues the suction on my clit.
When my orgasm levels off to the occasional little clench, he straightens, smiling down at me. He wipes the damp lower half of his face with the back of his hand and then climbs higher up my body.
I part my legs to make room for him between them and wrap my arms around him as he kisses me again.
“You taste weird now.” I’m blinking when our lips break apart.
“Do I? I wonder why.”
I inhale sharply. “Oh no! That’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. You taste delicious. Everything about you is beautiful. And warm and resilient. And utterly genuine. I’ve never known anyone like you.”
My heart is pounding excitedly in my ears and my throat. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He takes his erection in his hand and lines it up at my entrance. “Do you think I’d repeatedly interrupt my workday to rush back here like a horny teenager just to make a baby?”
His tone is typically dry, but there’s no way for me to disbelieve him. Pleasure rushes through me—even stronger than the orgasm I just had.
“I thought having a baby was the most important thing.”
“Maybe it is.” He kisses me again and then starts edging himself in. “But there’s no reason why we shouldn’t have a really good time together along the way.”
* * *
“What aren’t you telling me, Cadence?”
Bella’s voice matches her expression. Sober. Almost stern. We’ve been having what I thought was a casual conversation over dinner two weeks later, but my heart suddenly races like something important is about to happen.
“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I told you everything is fine between me and Will.”
“And I’m telling you that I’ve known you since you finished school, and you’re hiding something.” She’s got eyes that are a similar dark brown to mine, and right now they’re pinning me down. “He’s not hurting you, is he?”
I gasp at the question and burst out a “no!” It’s way too loud for the quiet dining hall. People at other tables turn to look at me. “No,” I repeat in a moderated tone. “Of course not.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she murmurs, leaning closer because Danny and his spouse-to-be, who recently migrated up to this level, are chatting a few feet away. “It happens more than you think. I don’t care if he’s a chief. There are ways of dealing with it.”
“He’s never done anything to me!” Bella is my closest friend in the world, but I’m as outraged by her words as if she were accusing me personally.
“Okay.” She raises her hands in a brief gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with you, and when you first married him, you said he was cold and intimidating, so I wondered.”
“He was kind of that way at the beginning, but he was adjusting to losing his spouse and getting stuck with me.”
