“Or are you into kinky stuff? Stuff that I haven’t done in my limited experience?”
He tried to stay calm even as she seemed to be baiting him. “I guess it depends on what you consider kinky.”
Frustrated, Harper jammed a hand through her hair. “I know even less about kinky than I do about cows. I’ve had plain sex. That’s it. I don’t know if I look like a woman who’d automatically say no to the kinkier stuff or if the guys I was with were into the basics.”
He frowned. “Explain what you mean by the basics.”
“Missionary position. Me on top. Oral.”
Bran’s gaze dropped to her mouth. He’d couldn’t freakin’ wait to see those luscious lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Feel her cheeks suctioned tight as he pumped his seed down her throat.
“I’ve gotten oral too,” she said, breaking his wayward train of thought, “but not as often as I’d like.”
He chuckled. “Fond of that?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He slid his hand up her leg. Her skin broke out in chill bumps. “Well, I’ll have no problem showing you new things.”
Her whiskey-colored eyes were so serious. The cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows indicated she was deep in thought.
“What?”
“Since I’ve been honest with you, be honest with me. How much experience do you have?”
“Plenty.” He crawled back up her body, trapping her hips between his knees and pinning her hands above her head. “I ain’t into kinky shit like golden showers, or hard-core pain games like using a crop or a cat-o’-nine-tails on you, or havin’ you sit on a pallet at my feet like a slave girl and service me like an unpaid whore. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want, Harper. That said, I plan to be very demanding in bed. That’ll especially hold true with you.”
“Why?”
Because it’ll give me a chance to explore my raunchy side, something I’ve never had the guts to ask a woman to let me try.
“Because you’re inexperienced and I’m not. I prefer doin’ things my way.” Bran kissed the surprised O of her mouth. “And it ain’t gonna be one-sided pleasure, like earlier. I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my c**k to f**k that basic vanilla sex right outta you.”
Her breath caught.
He felt the increased pounding of her heart where his fingers circled her wrists. “Tell me you want this,” he growled, scenting her excitement. “Tell me with a word, that for the next two months, your body, your pleasure, your sexual will belongs to me.”
“Yes.”
Rather than roar like a beast that had procured its next meal, Bran placed his lips on her ear. “Let your legs dangle over the edge of the bed.” He released her and rolled to his feet.
Harper kicked aside the sheet and maneuvered herself into position. Each sliding scoot of her ass made her tits bounce. Nice. Bran planned on spending a lot of time getting acquainted with them. Later.
He snagged two pillows. “Put these under your head so you can see what I’m doin’.” As soon as she was settled, he fell to his knees.
There was her sweet, surprised intake of breath again.
And he hadn’t even put his mouth on her yet.
Bran’s hands tracked her long, shapely legs from her ankles up her shins to her knees. His fingers inched up the outside curves of her thighs until he reached her hips. Man. Her waist was so tiny his hands nearly spanned its width. He followed the feminine arc of her body to grab a handful of her ass cheeks.
“Bran—”
“Put your feet on my shoulders.”
She bit her lip, hesitating for a second. Then her toes brushed his biceps and her heels settled into the cups of his shoulders.
“Keep your hands by your sides and watch me.” Bran bent his head and lifted her sex to his mouth, swiping his tongue up the glistening pink folds. God. She was so tangy. So sweet. His mouth watered for another taste of her, so he took a leisurely lick. And another. He closed his eyes and savored her. Since he’d blown it before with sex, he doubled his determination to make this first intimate kiss memorable.
Her body began to shake. The muscles in her thighs tightened, as she attempted to keep them from trembling. He smiled against the crease where her thigh met her hip, pressing kisses on the closely trimmed blond curls covering the rise of her mound. Again his tongue delved into that creamy slit, pushing deep into her opening. He dragged his tongue back up to her pu**y lips, sucking them into his mouth.
Harper moaned.
Bran flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris and met her eyes as he looked across the plane of her body. He expected her to ask him to send her over the edge. Maybe even plead. But she just stared at him with such a yearning need that he knew he was a goner for this woman. He’d take her any way he could get her, even for a short time.
Needing to prove to her that he was the man who could satisfy the need in her eyes, Bran settled his lips around that throbbing bit of flesh, alternating sucking with butterfly licks.
“Oh. Yes. I like that.”
He applied more suction, lost in the taste and feel of her sweet syrup coating his tongue and flowing down his throat.
“Bran. I’m . . . almost.” Her legs and her belly quivered and her breathing quickened.
Then boom, her orgasm was right there. And so were her hands, gripping his head as she bowed into his mouth, her pu**y pulsing against his lips as she gasped, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”