Page 84 of Brody
I nodded, tilting my head to grant him better access as his lips traced a path down the sensitive column of my neck.His hands moved with exquisite gentleness, cupping water to pour over my shoulders, my back, following each rivulet with his fingertips.The sensation was so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
I turned in his arms, my nipples grazing his chest through the water, sending heat straight to my core.His cock brushed against my belly, hot and hard even in the warm water.Steam blanketed our skin, making every point of contact slick and sensitive.His face hovered inches from mine, his breath tasting of mint and male as it mingled with mine.
His pupils had expanded, swallowing the amber flecks in his irises.His nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent, female arousal unmistakable to his heightened senses.A muscle jumped in his jaw, his restraint visible in the rigid line of his shoulders.
“Rozi,” he whispered, my name sounding like both prayer and curse on his lips.
I grabbed his face, my fingers digging into his stubbled jaw as I crashed my mouth against his.His lips parted instantly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a desperate hunger that matched my own.The taste of him exploded across my tongue, rich, wild, untamed.The mate bond flared between us, molten gold heat racing through my veins.
He groaned into my mouth, the vibration traveling straight to my clit.His hands slid down to cup my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted me, pressing my back against the smooth stone wall of the pool.My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my core grinding against the hard ridge of his thick cock.Even through the water, I felt how perfectly we aligned, like pieces of a puzzle.
His mouth moved against mine with exquisite control, the kiss starting slow and exploratory before deepening with hungry intent.When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I opened for him without hesitation, welcoming the intimate invasion.
I slid my hands up his chest to tangle in his hair, holding him to me as if he might disappear.His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him until every inch of our bodies aligned in perfect symmetry.The hard length of his arousal pressed against my belly, a promise of pleasures to come.
The kiss deepened further, moving beyond passion into something almost spiritual.Each stroke of his tongue against mine, each gentle nip of his teeth on my bottom lip, felt like communication beyond words, apologies and forgiveness, promises and hope, all mingled together in a sensory declaration that transcended language.
When we finally broke apart, both gasping for breath, his eyes had gone molten gold, his wolf peering at me from behind human features.My inner cheetah purred in response, stretched beneath my skin in anticipation.
“You taste like coming home,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he traced my cheekbone with trembling fingers.
The simple honesty in his words struck deeper than any practiced seduction could have.I captured his hand, turning my face to press a kiss to his palm, a gesture so tender it surprised even me.
“No more waiting,” I whispered against his skin.“No more running.”
His answering smile was beautiful with joy and heavy with promise.“No more running,” he agreed, lowering his head to claim my lips once more.
I took the soft cloth from his hands.“My turn,” I said, my voice husky from the kiss, deeper than I’d intended.
He stood perfectly still as I washed him, the cloth gliding over planes of muscle and the occasional scar.I took my time, learning the topography of his body through touch, the ridge of his collarbone, the hollow at the base of his throat, the hardened peaks of his nipples.When I reached the fresh scars from the Swarmer attack, I set the cloth aside and replaced it with my lips, placing gentle kisses along each silvery line.
His sharp intake of breath was immensely satisfying.
“Rozi,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
I pulled back, studying his face.Silver bled into his eyes as his wolf pushed closer to the surface.The need radiating from him was a tangible force in the steamy air.
For years, I’d built my identity around self-reliance.Around never needing anyone.Around maintaining control.And in this moment, I realized I could have both, connection and control.Vulnerability and power.
I pushed him back gently until he stood against the edge of the pool.Hoisting myself up to sit on the smooth stone rim, I deliberately parted my legs with knees raised and feet flat on the ledge, beckoning him with a crooked finger.
“Show me what you can do with that talented tongue of yours,” I commanded, spreading my thighs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my swollen, glistening pussy.
His eyes darkened to molten gold as he looked up at me from the water, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply.“Yes, ma’am,” he growled, his voice vibrating through me even before he touched me.
I watched, mesmerized, as he moved between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing my thighs farther apart.His breath teased my sensitive flesh, hot and moist, making my clit throb with anticipation.When he finally leaned forward, the first swipe of his tongue sent electric currents shooting up my spine.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he licked a slow path from my entrance to just below my clit, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
He continued his teasing, tracing my outer lips with featherlight strokes, occasionally dipping into my entrance just enough to make me squirm before retreating.My juices mixed with the water, my arousal so intense I could smell myself, rich and musky.His growl told me he could smell it too, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh.
I fisted my hand in his short hair, yanking sharply.“Firmer,” I ordered, using my grip to guide his mouth higher.“And stop fucking teasing.”
His eyes flashed up at me, filled with wicked intent, before he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard.The sudden pressure after so much teasing made me cry out, my thighs clamping around his head.His strong hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as he devoured me with single-minded focus.
“God… Yes… Just like that.”I panted, grinding shamelessly against his face.Water sloshed around us as my hips bucked involuntarily.“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He slid two thick fingers into my soaked channel while his tongue circled my clit with devastating precision.The dual sensation, stretching fullness and targeted pleasure, made my inner walls clench greedily around his fingers.He curled them forward, finding that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
