Oceanside

Chapter 39

Silas

Odette's blonde hair brushed against my chest as her lips trailed down it. Her kisses were soft but after a handful she would bite me. She liked when I hissed and jerked away, a smirk on her lips every time.

In the past few days Odette had bloomed in her sexual confidence. She had always been braver in the moment but now she was even more so. She wasn't shy about when or how she wanted it.

I fucking loved it.

I loved that she was comfortable with speaking her mind, comfortable with me when it came to trying new things or expressing what she wanted. I think I unconsciously unleased a monster. Each time I agreed to something new or lost control after she tempted me and took her on the nearest surface was like unlocking a door to an insatiable enchantress. And I wasn't complaining one bit.

I loved that she craved me like I did her. We couldn't seem to stay clothed for more than a few hours a day. Which is one of the reasons neither one of us had left this house. We took breaks for food, using the bathroom, and showering. And sometimes showering wasn't done alone.

I had enough time to call Trey and ask him to take over training for a bit. I hardly got through the call as Odette tempted me. Undoing my pants with an innocent look on her face. With her kneeling between my legs at the desk she looked anything but innocent. I had to abruptly end the call as she ran her tongue up my dick.

I nearly broke my phone throwing it to the floor before ripping her up and replacing her mouth with her pussy.

I had heard, hardly as mates liked to keep their sex life private, that it became hard to stop. What they failed to mention was that it was impossible. I couldn't keep my hands or mouth off of her. She wasn't doing much better.

I hissed as her teeth nipped harshly on the sensitive skin of my V-line. She let out a tiny giggle then ran her hot tongue over the reddened skin. I had the urge to pin her to the bed and fuck her hard for the action. Something I was learning she liked.

Sometimes I think she riled me up on purpose just so I was rougher with her. It was hard, and I warned her about it because I could easily hurt her if I lost too much control. She took my worries seriously but assured me she was fine and that she'd be vocal if I ever hurt her that badly.

Her hand gripped the base of my dick making me forget everything I was thinking before. She squeezed lightly, her lips ignoring it completely as she teased the skin around the base. I clenched and unclenched my fist.

I wanted to shove her mouth down on me, force myself down her throat until she was choking on my come. I didn't move to do that either. She wanted me too and I wasn't rewarding this teasing. She'd only make it worse next time.

It was an impossible decision to make, do what she wanted and fuck her throat or wait on a painful edge until she begged me to use her.

After a few eternal seconds she ran her tongue flat against the pulsing vein. Her tongue circled over my tip, licking off the bead of precum that had leaked out. Her actions were slow, teasing. She was dragging out every motion. Each move she made brought intense pleasure so I didn't even try to sped her up.

Since we completed the bond every touch felt heightened. I could feel her emotions like an undercurrent of my own. It felt like she was a part of me. I was trying to figure out how I was supposed to leave her side after this. Even a few minutes felt too long.

She pushed me further into her mouth, her tongue still moving against me. Her mouth was hot against me and then she pulled off.

She hovered about an inch over my tip, staying close enough so that when she spit it landed on my dick, sliding down until her hand caught it. She used the lubrication to start pumping the base of my dick.