She whispered the soft inquiry against his shaft. He felt the vibration right through his body. Her fingers stroked caresses there and then lower, to his suddenly aching balls. Taking her time. Paying attention. The insides of his thighs, her mouth following her hands. He shuddered. Still tense. So vulnerable he feared he would shatter into a million pieces and he would never be the same.

“What is it? Tell me.” That was whispered against the base of his shaft. Her tongue curled. Lapped around the base of his cock, finding every crease and sending waves of heat riding up his shaft. Blood pooled low. Wicked. Sinful. His personal miracle.

“I can’t ever let that vile shit touch you, baby. Not ever. I don’t want you angry with me because I am who and what I am. I have to protect you. Keep you like this. Keep you safe and protect that innocence in you. I have to.” God. His voice was so raw his throat burned.

“All right.” She licked up his shaft, curled her tongue around him and then pressed a kiss to the crown. Her tongue tasted the pearly drops waiting there.

“All right?” he repeated, whispering because he couldn’t find his voice. Not believing his little spitfire would give that to him without a fight.

“I won’t be angry, Elijah,” she promised, pressing kisses up his shaft. “Just relax and let me show you how I feel about you. I want you to hear me when I’m talking, saying what needs to be said.” She pressed another kiss on the flared crown and then her mouth engulfed him. Took him. Swallowed him.

His entire body came to life. Every cell. He’d been semihard and he instantly swelled. Thickened. Lengthened. She was talking all right, and he was hearing her. He’d just come and he’d come hard and suddenly he was on fire. Burning. Her mouth worked him, tongue stroking and dancing, curling around him, rubbing the underside of the crown in that sweet spot.

He opened his mouth to caution her, but nothing came out. She took him up fast and he could already feel his balls drawing up, hard as twin rocks, boiling with need. She devoured him, suckling hard, rubbing with her tongue, her hands moving over his thighs, cupping his sac, pressing between his buttocks. He found himself thrusting into her mouth, and he didn’t honestly know who had the control. He didn’t feel in control. He felt insane with lust. With love. With everything a man could feel for a woman and more. His fists tightened in her hair, holding her head to him. That didn’t scare her or deter her.