Chapter 183

Helen’s POV

With that, he crouched over me, giving the full attention of his mouth to my nipples. He used his tongue to circle the hardened tip of my nipple, and my back arched, pressing my breast into his face.

At the same time, the ache between my legs grew until I had to put something there. I slipped my own fingers down and began to stroke in time with his licking.

“That’s okay with me,” he purred, moving from one breast to the other. He sucked my nipple between his lips, using his teeth to graze the tip, and then let go. “Get yourself off. I can watch that. And then, if you’ll let me, I’ll do the same.”

The tightness between my legs built, and my hand sped up, trying to find a release for all of the pressure. Justin kept coaxing me with his mouth, tickling me with his warm breath and teasing me with his tongue and lips until finally, a moan tore from my throat, and my whole body arched against his. I panted out the rest of my relief and fell back into the bed.

“What about you?” I gasped.

“We’ll get there,” he promised.

He kissed all the way down between my ribs and lower, across the softness of my belly, dipping his lips into my navel and then moving down. This time, when he hooked my panties with his fingers and pulled them down, I lifted my rear so that he could take them off.

There was no point in pretending that I wasn’t going to let him put his face between my legs. I wanted this. I wanted him.

In the past, when Justin had gone down on me, it had been forceful, near to biting, like he was actually eating me for dessert. But this time, he took careful, slow strokes with his tongue, lapping until the sensations made me nearly crazy.

I twisted my hips, thrusting myself up into his face, but he never complained. Instead, he suckled that part of me, drawing out my natural juices and lapping at me until a second set of moans pushed my shoulders back into the pillows.

I clutched at the back of his head, stuffing his face as deep in between my legs as I could get it. I had to have him inside me. I might have had two orgasms, but this wasn’t enough. It wasn’t satisfying. He didn’t fill me this way. And I realized that was my draw to him, taking the need for his essence inside me. And his spit was not good enough.

Justin’s POV

Cold horror covered all my muscles, seeping into my chest and beating at my brain. Yet, still, I kept my face between Helen’s legs, determined to please her. Tonight was about gaining her trust, after all. And I would gain her trust.

I wasn’t an abuser. I’d made mistakes and let Beowulf rule me, which led to abusive treatment of her. But I was better than that, and it wouldn’t happen again. Because no matter what Shit about dominance Beowulf shouted in my ear, I loved Helen.

She hadn’t run from me. She hadn’t tried to snag me as a trophy. She was my fated mate, and she deserved to be treated as the precious piece of me she really was.

My problem, the one which led to the horrific embarrassment now tearing through my body, was how that love was playing out tonight.

I’d waited for months to get Helen in bed again. I’d been terrified she’d say no to me tonight. But if she had, I was fully prepared to wait for her to be ready. I owed her that and so much more.

But as I worked her over with my mouth, careful not to touch her until she invited me to, my excitement mounted to extreme levels. When she gave herself that orgasm while I licked her breast, my cock throbbed, ready to enter her and bring me my own pleasure.

Yet, my Helen wasn’t ready.

I kissed down the silky skin of her body until I reached the entrance, slick with her own dew. How sweet she tasted, uncontaminated with anything from my body. While I worked her to a frenzy of desire, my body rocked against the edge of the mattress. Desperate to be active at this moment, I rubbed my erection against the coarse covers, taking the substitute stimulation to tide me over until I had permission to thrust inside Helen.

I could feel the memory of her warm tunnel squeezing around my length, milking my essence out of me. But when she gripped the back of my head and squirmed in ecstasy, the worst possible thing happened. I blew my load, my come soaking into the lower edge of the covers.

I kept licking Helen as she rode the wave of pleasure. When her hips stilled and her breathing settled, she reached down and grabbed my arm, drawing me toward her. The fact that I was only half-erect wasn’t lost on her.

Concern filled her features, and she reached between my legs to cup my goods, but I scooted away. Shame burned my face. My private embarrassment was now public.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. Tears filled her eyes. “Am I not appealing to you anymore?”

I turned my face away from her, rolling to lie on my stomach. I might have gone back to our activities and gotten another erection before she called attention to this. Now, with my mortification riding me, I had no shot at getting hard again.

And to think she could blame herself. The only thing she’d done to cause this was being too damn sexy.

Still, I couldn’t look at her. “Of course, I find you appealing. I love you more than I ever have.”

“Then . . . are you going to be able to continue?”

I shook my head, my thoughts spinning wildly. I had two choices here. I could sell myself out and admit that, like some unpracticed schoolboy, I’d spurted the moment my thoughts got too hot to handle. Or I could make myself look good, salvage this by twisting the truth slightly. What I intended to say wasn’t a full lie, and to save a little face, diving into gray areas was okay, right?

I turned back to peek at her. “I told you tonight was about you. I want you to trust me. I’ve been brutal about putting things up there. So, for now, I want to make sure you get pleasure, and we’ll worry about me putting anything up there later. Okay?”

She ran her hands along my shoulders. “You rubbed yourself against me in the office the other day.”

“But I didn’t go inside, did I?” We’d simply leave out the fact that I had been fully prepared to penetrate her in the office. She didn’t know my private thoughts.

“No.” She gazed at me. “Then you never intended to?”

“I intend to do nothing without you feeling very comfortable with it,” I dodged. “Obviously, I would have had sex if you wanted it. But we’ll never know if you would have granted permission that day because we were interrupted.”

There. Saved by one version of the truth.

“I’m giving you permission tonight.”

I sighed out my frustration. “The moment’s gone. I’m sorry. Maybe later in the night or tomorrow.”