And what a delicious sight. Her pink folds drenched and swollen. Her sweet nub peeking from behind its hood and begging for his attention. He slicked his fingers through her wetness. Growled his approval when she rolled her hips against them and arched her back on a moan. So uninhibited. Gloriously wanton in her response. On fire and eager for his touch.
He slid one finger inside her, and his cock jerked at the promise of feeling her heat around it. Demanded its due and the connection that came with it. “This is mine.” He added another finger, slowly building a rhythm she readily met. “You are mine.”
“Oh, my God...” A whispered plea. An urgent demand she paired with the desperate squeeze of her hand on his shoulder. Her eyelids opened, slowly as though the weight of them made the process nearly impossible, and met his stare. Passion burned behind her glossy green eyes. “Stop talking. Give me more. Let me come.”
There she was.
His Queen. Commanding her due. Owning her place.
With him.
He let her see his pleasure. Let his beast shine through with its feral smile, pushed one of her knees wider and lowered his mouth so his response whispered against her straining clit. “With pleasure.”
Her cry as his mouth surrounded her was sheer bliss. Her taste exquisite.
He suckled harder. Pumped his fingers inside her scalding sex until her muscles quivered and she bucked against each stroke. Her fingers clawed against his scalp and her breath caught—and then she was gone, her sex pulsing around his fingers. Legs quivering against his shoulders and her release coating his tongue.
So sweet. A carnal delight that went beyond anything he’d imagined. That whetted his appetite and made him ravenous for more.
She rode each press of his fingers. Ground her pelvis against him in a sublime display of sensuality until her breathing evened and her muscles relaxed. “Wow.” Her fingertips gently scored through his hair, a languorous touch that made the predator in him purr. “That was...” He lifted his head in time to see her roll her head from side to side, her eyes still closed and her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I’m not sure there are good enough words for how that felt.”
He tenderly grazed the inside of one thigh with his teeth, then licked the same spot with his tongue. “You say that as though you are surprised.”
She chuckled at that, the low warmth of the sound one reserved for only the most intimate lovers. She opened her eyes. “Well, let’s face it. Most men wouldn’t give up the promise of a blowjob in favor of what you just gave me. Let alone stay with it long enough to make a woman come that hard.”
His fingers tightened against her thighs, and the muscles in his shoulders, arms and belly clenched. Just thinking about her with any other man made him want to commit murder. The implication that her pleasure with them had been secondary to their own made him want to bleed the fools slowly. He shifted to his knees, keeping his eyes locked on her body so she couldn’t see the roiling aggression inside him. He rolled her to her stomach and centered her so each leg rested on either side of his. “Then the men you’ve been with are fools.”
Even without the visual, she must have heard the anger in his voice because she tried to twist and study his face.
He caught her with a hand at her shoulder and braced himself above her with his other hand beside her head. His throbbing cock brushed the lush curve of her ass, drawing something just shy of a frustrated snarl from his chest. Using his nose, he nudged her dark hair off her neck and nipped her nape. “I am no fool.” Using his lips and beard, he teased the skin along her shoulder. Caressed the soft line of one hip and beautiful ass. “I will always see to your pleasure.” He trailed his thumb between her ass cheeks. “Me.” He squeezed her hip and ground his cock upward on the same path his thumb had taken. “Only me.”
A tiny whimper squeezed past her lips and she lifted her hips. “Please tell me you have condoms somewhere close.”
Condoms.
A wise request. One that wouldn’t have had to even be uttered if it was any other woman beneath him. He was always safe. Never dared risk his health or claims of pregnancy on the rare occasions he let someone this close.
But with Bonnie, he didn’t want one. Wanted to feel her with nothing between them. Wanted to bind her to him in the most primitive way. Mark her. Claim her for his own.
Not yet.
Soon.
Even the beast knew such a request was too much. Would fracture the fragile connection he’d just begun to forge. With that begrudging acknowledgement, he reached beyond her to the nightstand and snagged a condom from inside the drawer.
“Oh, thank God,” she said as soon as she saw what he held and dropped her forehead to the mattress. As soon as he sat back on his haunches, she pushed back to her knees and wriggled her incredible ass. “I knew you’d be the Boy Scout type.”
Him? A Boy Scout? The idea was ludicrous. One he’d disavow her of soon enough. But not before he showed her how good—how powerful—their connection could be. He slid the condom into place and palmed her hips, pulling her upright until her ass was cradled in his lap and her back flush against his torso. He nuzzled her neck and the shell of her ear. “You’re talking too much, moya koroleva.”
She sighed and tilted her head farther to one side, giving him more room to work. “I am?”
“Mmm.” With her knees anchored open and wide by his own and her hands caressing his flanks, her body was perfectly exposed. Her beautiful breasts thrust forward and her still swollen clit straining for his attention. He teased the inside of her thighs. Dragged his thumbs along the seam where her legs and sex met. “I find I like the sounds you make when I’m touching you much better.”
Her head dropped back on his shoulder, and she let out a shaky exhalation. “Sounds?” Her hips rolled forward, wordlessly begging for contact on her clit. “What sounds?”
He palmed one breast and gently pinched her nipple. Rolled it between his fingertips.
She sucked in a sharp gasp and her hips jerked.
“Like that one,” he said, continuing his work. He kissed and licked the tender juncture where her neck and shoulders met and trailed the fingers of his free hand through her slick folds.
She whimpered and dug her nails into his hips.
“And that one.” He circled her clit and shifted so his shaft glided easy through her labia. Searching. Building her need back up to match his own. Savoring the slick sounds of her release against his length and her sensual moans. He pressed her forward. Anchored his hands on either side of hers and notched the tip of him inside her. “But the one I want the most, is this one.”
He plunged inside her.
Filled her hot pussy in one thrust and reveled in her strangled cry. In the delighted mewl she made as he began to pump inside her. The greedy encouragements she offered as he built a demanding rhythm and the slap of his pelvis against hers.