He would push her until he was satisfied. It was maddening, but she knew he would come through in the end. He would give her everything she needed. “All right, Henry.”
She relaxed, giving over to him. There was such peace in the decision, such comfort. She didn’t have to be in control because Henry was. She could let go here. She could float along and just enjoy. She was always in control. She was always making decisions, but being with Henry allowed her to let it all go. At first, she’d thought he was asking for something wrong, but she’d realized what a beautiful gift this was. Submission wasn’t a compromise.
His fingers delved deep, fucking upward inside her, making her writhe. She held herself as still as possible, letting Henry control the penetration. She could feel the pressure of the plug. It had been foreign at first, but every second that went by made her more comfortable with it. Nell could feel the press of his lips on the small of her back as his thumb made circles around her clitoris. Pleasure built, threatening to crest. But every time she got close to the edge, Henry pulled back. Over and over he brought her higher, retreating just as she thought she would drop over.
“Not yet, baby. We’re not even close yet. We have a whole hour and I’m going to use it. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been thinking about it from the minute I came last time. This is what I do now. I’m either fucking you or I’m thinking about all the ways I’ll fuck you. You’re a witch, Nell Finn.”
Not according to her mother. According to her mother she was a faery, but they had some magic, too, right?
She heard him moving behind her, the water splashing all around.
“Maybe I should give you a taste. You’ve been such a good girl. You stayed here. Sure, when I came back, I found you naked with another man, but I know you. I wasn’t worried about you at all. You’re too good for me, but I’ll take you anyway. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
He pressed on her clit as he forced two fingers high into her pussy. He rubbed her from the inside and the outside, sending an orgasm screaming through her system. She couldn’t help the moan that came from deep inside.
Everything wrong floated away as she gave herself up to Henry.
Chapter Eight
Bishop prayed the sign Stef Talbot had placed outside the door would work because there was no damn way he was stopping now. If someone walked in, they were just going to get an eyeful of the sweetest ass cheeks ever created, and suddenly Bishop didn’t really care. When he’d first realized there was a man in the tub with Nell, he’d thought about how easily he could kill Talbot. He’d gone over about a hundred ways to kill the motherfucker, and he knew exactly where he wanted to bury the body. But the man really wasn’t after her, and Nell wouldn’t go with him even if he had been. She belonged to him.
Well, she belonged to Henry Flanders.
Nell’s skin had flushed a gorgeous shade of pink as she’d come. He could still feel her pussy muscles clenching, trying to hold his fingers inside.
And she’d taken the plug beautifully. The fact that the plug he’d bought just for her was now nestled deep in her body made up for the fact that she wasn’t wearing his collar.
“Henry, Henry.” She called out his name as she came down from the high.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and sucked them inside his mouth. He loved the taste of her. “Come on, baby. It’s my turn. You’re going to take me in that sweet mouth of yours. I want to feel your tongue wrapped around my cock.”
He helped her turn and then took her place, sitting on the side of the tub while she knelt in the bubbling water. What a fucking life they had here. A man could get used to it. No clothes, no worries. Just a gorgeous woman in a hot tub. No blood. No guilt. Just love.
“Henry?”
He shook off the fanciful notion. No blood? His life had been nothing but blood for years. This was a brief respite, and he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about things that couldn’t happen. Nell was staring up at him, her brown eyes filled with concern. She was a gorgeous nymph with her breasts just barely popping out of the water. He reached out, touching her hair and drawing her in.
“I want you to lick me.” His cock was already hard enough to fuck. Hell, it seemed to be the only thing he wanted to do anymore. He just wanted to fuck Nell and lie around in bed listening to her talk.
“All right, but I should warn you. I’ve never done this before. I might be perfectly horrible at it.” She licked her lips as she looked down at his cock. A look of sheer determination crossed her face and Bishop suddenly realized that he was in for a wild ride. Nell made love with all the passion and heart she put into her protests. It seemed to be the only way she knew how to live. There was no holding back with his girl. Life kicked her in the crotch, and she just got up and got back to trying to change all the bad shit around her.
She was really kind of a hero when he thought about it.
“I think you’ll be the best, Nell. I think you’re always the best.” His voice broke a little as he said the words, emotion choking him. He meant it. Somehow she had turned his thinking around, and now he wondered if he wasn’t the fool. He certainly was the imbecile for even thinking of leaving her, but he had made his choice a long time ago.
“I’m going to try.” Her lips curled up in a smile that really seemed to light up the whole room. “It’s hard though. The plug thingy wants to come out, Henry. I think it wants to be free.”
Oh, that wasn’t happening. He let his fingers tighten in her hair. He was only in charge in one damn place with her, and he wasn’t about to give that up. He would likely spend the next several days eating fake meat and vegetables no one but rabbits should put in their diets. She was keeping that plug inside. “Clench tight, Nell. If you lose that plug, I’ll find a bigger one.”
“I’ll try my hardest then, Henry.” There was a mischievous grin on her face as she leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.
That was exactly what he needed. Nell pressed small kisses all along his flesh. Her lips were a soft butterfly landing on every inch of his cock. He hissed, trying to maintain control. It had never been a chore before he’d met Nell. He could have sex while plotting his next move and thinking three steps ahead, but with Nell he was lucky to remember to breathe.
“Use your tongue now. Lick me all over.”
Her tongue came out and started a long, slow glide over his dick. He took a long breath as she seemed to find a place she liked. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock, rubbing and loving it. A pulse of pre-cum escaped from the slit, and Nell lapped it up like it was candy.
Not good at this? Hell, it was the best oral he’d ever had.
He set his hands on her hair as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around.
“Suck me in, Nell. Relax your jaw and take me inside. I want you to take more of me.” He leaned back and watched as she complied. His cock started to disappear inside her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. Heat flared along his skin. He let his head fall back and gave up. He didn’t have to be in control all the time. He could relax with Nell. Nell wouldn’t hurt him. Nell wouldn’t betray him. Nell just wanted to please him.
And she seemed to take some deep pleasure in doing just that. Nell looked utterly peaceful as she set about her task. She sucked him hard and then licked her way back down. Her hand came up, touching his balls, softly at first, and then rolling them firmly as she became more comfortable.
“That’s what I want.” What he wanted was her. He loved watching as she became more and more sure of herself. She was becoming a sex goddess right before his eyes.
How long would she wait after he was gone? How long would she mourn him before she realized he hadn’t really been worth the gift she’d bestowed on him? How long before she realized she should move on? And how long would it be before the males around her got their heads out of their asses and realized what a true treasure she was?