Page 105 of Oathbreaker

If I ever had any doubt about our compatibility—not that I did—I know now without an iota of doubt that we are.

“On my knees or…” She wiggles out from under me.

“Nah. I mean, we can do that sometime. I like it when you’re all dressed up, lipstick on, hair all curly and wild—that’s when you can get on your knees. But tonight, let’s keep it simple.” I flip onto my back and reach down, stroking my cock a few times. He’s already wide awake, ready for action.

And Briar is many things, but shy isn’t one of them. Not with me anyway. Not the first time we made love, and apparently not tonight.

“What feels good?” she asks.

“Anything you want. Touching me with your fingers is nice. Stroking with both hands. Sucking on my balls is fucking amazing. And kissing the surrounding areas. Just explore, baby. There’s literally no way to do it wrong unless you bite me.”

“I’ll save that for when I’m mad at you,” she teases.

“That’s fair.” I watch as she slides down my body and runs her hand over my crotch.

“And you can’t break him,” I say lightly. “I mean, technically, you can—but it would take a lot of effort. So don’t be afraid to manhandle me. So to speak.”

We both chuckle, and I love every second of this.

Not just because she’s about to suck my dick—but the intimacy of the moment. Her lack of trepidation in me showing her something new. The way she trusts me so damn completely.

She has beautiful hands with short but well-manicured nails, and she runs them lightly across my groin area. I made sure to do some manscaping after we slept together again the first time, and she seems to appreciate it as she nuzzles the area with her cheek.

Warm fingers close around my cock and a sigh escapes me.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” I murmur.

“Too soft?” she asks.

“Yeah, but starting out slow and working up to harder is fine.”

To my surprise, she lifts my cock and studies it for a moment. She runs a finger along the vein that goes down the center. Then follows the same trail with the tip of her tongue.

Holy Jesus, I’m in heaven.

Watching her is almost as erotic as what she’s doing.

Her face disappears as she dips down far enough to cup my balls and suck one into her mouth.

“Just like that, baby.” I choke out encouragement.

As much as I want to watch, I want to enjoy it more. Our newfound intimacy is heady, more powerful than any sex I’ve ever had, and I want to be in this moment with her. Every time we touch it feels like we’re adding another brick in the wall of our relationship—building something important and eternal.

I might be a sentimental sap, but four years in a Russian prison can do that to you—I won’t even pretend otherwise.

Briar takes her time exploring every inch of my cock, my balls, and the surrounding areas, lavishing attention on my inner thighs, my lower stomach, even my hips. Then she nibbles the head of my cock, and the groan that leaves my chest is long and powerful.

“Fuck, baby, that feels incredible.” I reach down, winding my fingers into her soft, silky curls.

When she opens her mouth and swallows half my dick, I hiss from the effort it takes to stay in control.

“Keep that up,” I growl, “and I’m not going to last.”

I can practically feel her smiling as she wraps one fist around the base and then sucks hard.

“Briar…fuck!” My hips snap up of their own volition.

“I don’t know if I can take it all,” she murmurs, more to herself than to me.