Page 13 of Surrender
“Was that foul language I heard?” He removed his hand from her sweetness and gave her bare behind one hard swat. Holy Fires, the things he wanted to do to this little human female. He wanted to pound into her until she became too sore to withstand another thrust, then he wanted to hold her and comfort her in the aftermath of a long, brutal fucking. Another growl resounded in his throat.
Reluctantly, Merokk lifted her and arranged her to sit on his lap. She stared at him with large, questioning eyes. Her flushed face betrayed her heightened state of arousal even more, and the scent of her excitement remained heavy in the air.
Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough, and he realized with a glimmer of arrogance that he wasn’t the only impatient party in the room. She wanted him too. She could deny it all she wanted, but the slickness between her thighs was evidence enough. His little human bride was aching for him.
“Do you want me to make you come, Betsy?” When she didn’t answer after a few beats, he added, “Your pleasure belongs to me and me alone. You aren’t permitted to touch yourself. If you do, you’ll sorely regret it.”
She looked away. “I-I don’t know.” The shame in her voice alarmed Merokk, and he forced her to meet his gaze.
“Never be ashamed of your responses to me, Betsy. Pleasure in the marriage bed is a beautiful thing.”
“We’re not married yet,” she reminded him.
He smiled briefly. “Yes, but I think it would be cruel of me to leave you in this—state you’re in.”
Her eyes danced with a hint of amusement, and she eventually sighed. “Point taken.”
Merokk lifted her briefly in his arms before laying her down on the bed. Her dress remained gathered at her waist and her panties were still bunched around her knees. Tugging them off, he pulled her shoes off with them and tossed everything to the floor.
For a moment he considered ordering her to get completely naked but quickly dismissed the idea. One glimpse of her bare breasts would be his undoing.
Tomorrow.
His eyes locked with hers just before his head settled between her thighs. His tongue darted out, trailing a wet line along her slit, teasing and savoring her essence, coaxing her sweet and eager responses. She smelled and tasted divine, and he knew bringing Betsy to climax with his mouth would be his new favorite pastime.
She groaned and writhed on the bed as he slipped two thick fingers deep inside her slick entrance.Fluxx, she was tight and hot. His tongue glided between her pussy lips, and he began a steady thrusting rhythm with his fingers, driving into her as he lapped at her clit.
She was on fire, grinding against his mouth and unabashedly running her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, panting heavily as he continued his assault between her thighs.
Merokk knew her release was close. He pushed a third finger into her channel, increasing the pace of thrusts. His tongue swirled rapidly around her swollen bud, and he soon felt her contract around his fingers as her whole body shuddered. He continued his ministrations until her writhing and moaning ceased, milking every last wave of pleasure from her body.
Curling up next to her atop the covers, he waited for her senses to return. As she came back to life, her eyes sought his and she smiled sweetly, though her manner was shy and she had a difficult time holding his gaze.
“Merokk, I—”
“Hush.” He placed a finger over her lips, stilling her speech. “Let’s get you ready for bed. We have big day tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
He guided her into the bathroom.
“Stay right there and spread your legs a bit,” he ordered, then turned to pick up a clean cloth and run it under some warm water. He squeezed out the cloth and turned, taking note of the flush that covered her entire face.
She stood still in the middle of the bathroom, her legs pressed tight together, and her dress had fallen to cover her nudity. She peered at him in shock and looked as though she were considering bolting from the room. When she took a step back, he gave her a stern look.
“Don’t make me chase you, little one,” he said in a scolding tone. “I promise you will not like what happens when I catch you.” He held the warm, damp cloth up for her to see. “Now, get back here and spread your legs.”
“Please, Merokk,” she said in a pleading tone, “I can clean myself. This is rather embarrassing.”
A growl rumbled from his throat and she suddenly scrambled forward, no doubt intimidated by the noise of displeasure. He wasn’t used to being disobeyed, even in the smallest of instances, and he had already shown Betsy more patience than he’d believed himself capable of today. She had tested him on several occasions and was lucky he hadn’t decided to take a strap to her lovely little bottom.
She lowered her head and slowly spread her thighs.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now, gather your dress up around your waist so I can better see what I’m doing. I want to do a good job of cleaning you up, little one.”
Face flushing, she obeyed, gathering the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Her legs trembled as he sank down in front of her, eyeing her inner thighs, which were slick with her arousal. She’d gotten very wet while he’d spanked her and then brought her to a release with his mouth and fingers. He reveled in the knowledge that he’d been blessed with an extremely responsive bride and couldn’t wait for their wedding night.
He reached out and ran the damp cloth over her inner thighs, cleansing her womanly essence from her pale flesh, then he dragged the cloth atop her nether lips. She quivered and whimpered at his touch, but she remained in position with her thighs spread, and the dress held up around her waist.
