Chapter 4

She pushed up and captured his lips, sliding her tongue in and letting him take control, even if just for a moment. "I love you, Bull, and I know it's not easy for you, but please trust me."

His eyes widened. "Kadan, I may have trust issues with most everyone else, but you I trust with my heart, have no fear of that." She dropped her forehead to his, a watery chuckle escaping. "You're determined to have me in tears aren't you?"

"Only if they're tears of happiness, or, you know, from a really good orgasm." She chuckled, grateful for his humour.

Once more between his spread thighs, she wrapped her lips around his cock taking him to the back of her throat in one smooth motion, her fingers wrapped around the base in a firm hold. She pulled back slowly, sucking hard, inch by inch until she reached the crown. Her tongue swirled around the broad head and over the slit, tasting the flavour of his pre cum.

She cupped his nicely rounded testicles, massaging them, gauging how tight they were, even as she monitored his breathing, an indication as to when he was getting close to release. However she needn't have worried, Bull had the stamina of a...well, bull. The man could go for hours without relief. She certainly had her work cut out for her. She looked at his muscled body and smirked, it was such a hardship.

She slid up and down his length a few more times, letting the head nudge against the back of her throat before exploring further. She drew one testicle between her full lips and bathed it with her tongue, then provided the same treatment to other tight orb. She noted the muscles in his thighs were getting tense and his breathing had quickened, so she moved away and reached for one of the items by the side of the bed, picking up a thick leather ring with an adjustable strap, which was just as well considering the girth of his penis.

She wrapped the cock ring at the base, making it tight enough to cause a slight discomfort. She would check it at regular intervals to ensure it wasn't causing him any pain, because she knew he'd get thicker as he became more aroused and she sure as hell didn't want to damage his lovely cock.

"A ring, for me? You shouldn't have." She glanced up, caught the dangerous gleam in his eyes, and smiled. "It's just a little something to help you stay on the edge."

"You've been doing your research." She nodded. "I have indeed." He swallowed nervously, unsure of the mischievous and no less dangerous glint reflected in her gaze, giving him the first real understanding of how serious she was.

She straddled his waist again, leaving his cock throbbing and aching. "What do you see in your nightmares, Bull?" He muttered a curse, his hope that she'd moved past that question blown away in the blink of an eye.

He was about to turn away, but her next movement arrested his attention. She smoothed her hands up her stomach, cupping her generous breasts, her thumbs stroking over the nipples.

Ah hell! She knew he loved her breasts, loved to tease and play with them, and now she was taunting him with that knowledge. He could actually feel his mouth watering as she pinched the tight buds between thumb and forefinger.

Then she released them and he let out a relieved sigh, until she moved down to the neat triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs. She brushed through it, encouraging the tiny curls to wrap around her fingers as she tensed her muscles, lifting herself a few inches off his stomach.

Her lithe fingers slipped easily between the soaked petals of her sex and his nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal reached him. Shit, he wanted to taste her, tease those wet folds with his tongue, clean every drop of her juices, then make her come so that he could drink from her again.

He bit back a groan as her fingers dipped lower, entering her tight channel. Her head went back as she gasped in pleasure. A pleasure he should be giving her; not her own damn hand. He watched intently as she pulled out, showing two glistening fingers, which she then traced over her hard nipples and the surrounding areolae, making them gleam enticingly.

Placing a hand either side of his waist, she started to crawl forward, her body moving sinuously, like a sleek cat on the hunt. Her breasts swayed temptingly, the slight sheen of her honey limned by the moonlight every now and then. There was no stopping the groan that rumbled up this time, as she came ever closer, until the two firm handfuls were suspended just out of reach of his lips.

He knew what he would have to do, even before she repeated the question. "Tell me about your nightmares." She shifted slightly and the scent of her arousal teased his nose, then she sat upright, her back straight, telling him clearly without words that she would not bend on this matter.