Anna’s muscles seemed to lock in place. She was a deer caught in the path of a dangerous predator. Lance was that and more. A true Tiger inside and out.
She didn’t know if this was smart. Risking her heart with a man like him, all for the sake of a night’s pleasure. Suddenly, Lance reached up with both hands cupping her face. He angled her head exactly where he wanted.
Then he kissed her. Like for real this time. Lance thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and Anna forgot why she’d been worried to begin with.
OMG…yes, yes, YASSSSS! This was what she’d been missing in her life. A man who knew exactly what to do with a woman like her. She moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t let up. Thank fuck.
Anna might kick herself tomorrow, but right then she was going to take everything he offered. And nothing mattered in that moment except his mouth on hers.
Dayum! He was so fucking talented with his lips. And that tongue! GAWD! He used it to taste every inch of her. Licking and nibbling her lips, her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mouth. He kissed, teased, licked, and breathed her in. As if he could swallow her very essence down with a single, though incredible, kiss. Meanwhile, his hands held her face in the gentlest of caresses. She clutched his shoulders, using his hard body for support. God knew she had no strength in her legs. The man gave the phrase ‘weak in the knees’ new meaning.
“Too many clothes,” she ground out against his insistent mouth.
“You sure?” he panted and bent to kiss her again.
Anna moaned. Lips locked with his, she was gratified that he was as out of breath as she was.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure,” she grinned, and pushed him back with two hands on his chest.
She knew he was the stronger of the two, but he allowed her to move him. That was hot as fuck, far as she was concerned. The man was sex on legs, but she was in charge. Watching her like a true predator, he followed every move she made as if mesmerized. The knowledge gave her a little power trip, and she shook her head when he made to move.
“Not till I say,” Anna whispered, moving away from the wall.
Lance growled but remained where he stood. His thick erection begged for attention. But not yet, she told herself. Anna continued to walk backwards, tugging the zipper under her left arm that held the strapless dress up.
“Want me to take this off?”
“Fuck yeah,” he nodded.
“You can start walking,” she grinned, “but don’t touch. Not until I say so.”
“Anything you want, love,” growling the last syllable, he trailed after her as she moved.
The feline grace in his steps not lost on her, she marveled at how such a big man held so much elegance in his every move. And he was beautiful. Like his home.
Her eyes never left his, but she didn’t need to see where she was going. The beauty of the cabin was in its open design. Entryway, hall, kitchen to the left, living room, then a single door that led to the master bedroom and bath. There was a soft rug beneath her feet as she passed the fireplace and the sofa. Mindful of where she stepped, Anna held the now unzipped dress high.
Lance’s growl grew in volume when she paused just in front of the bedroom door. One hand on the doorknob, still facing him, Anna dropped the dress. His breath whooshed out on a loud exhale, and she was so fucking glad she went with the black lace lingerie.
The demi-cup bustier lifted her large breasts while the see-through fabric hid nothing from the eye. The matching thong was equally sheer. His eyes ate her up from top to bottom before zeroing in on her already slick sex.
“See anything you like?”
“Mine,” the word was barely recognizable, but she had to admit it was seriously hot coming from his mouth.
Annalia turned around, not missing the way he sucked in another breath. She walked over to the king-sized bed and stood in front of it.
“You coming?”
“You first,” he grunted the words.
Then he pounced. There was no other word for it, really. Lance tugged her gently, spinning her around and wrapping her in his arms before she could blink. He’d moved faster than her eyes could see, much less comprehend.
Shivers of arousal zoomed up and down her spine at the slightest touch. But this, this was so much more than that. Lance was hot and hard, fully naked, and he had her pressed so tightly to his body she could barely breathe. But he was kissing her again, and it was amazing.
Anna moaned, but the sound was lost in his mouth. The man was already devouring her. With claw-tipped fingers he cut the bustier from her body, careful not to scratch her skin.
“I am sorry, love,” he apologized.
Why was he apologizing? She wondered. Like seriously, just get the fucking thing off already.
“I’ll buy you another. I’ll buy you a hundred. If you promise not to mind if I do this after,” he growled again, and his hands closed over her breasts.
Thank god. For a second, she thought he was going to go down memory lane and apologize for earlier that night. She didn’t want to talk about that. Oh, no. Not now. All she wanted was for him to keep doing, oh yeah, that, that, THAT! Yes, she wanted him to keep on doing that thing right there with his mouth.
“Oh god,” she tossed her head back as his lips found her chest.
Capturing her nipple in his hot mouth, he tugged on the tiny bud, scraping it with his fang. Anna held on to his arms, trying desperately to bring his mouth back to her other breast. As if he could read her mind, he was there a moment later, and her pussy dripped cream down her thighs.
“I can scent your need, baby. Like chocolate cherries and spice. So fucking good. I want it. It’s mine,” he pressed her down into the bed, and she went willingly.
Nodding her head jerkily, Anna moved back onto the plush comforter, feet down, and knees high. Lance’s blue eyes glowed with his Tiger as they raked over her body. She was fully naked now. Just like him, only, you know, not.
But modesty had no place here. Not between them. Lance placed his gigantic hands on the insides of her knees, then he pressed them apart. Cool air dance along her overheated flesh. It was new. This feeling, this need for him was unlike anything she’d felt before.
“Look at you, so pretty and pink,” he licked his lips, “so perfect.”
Holy shit. He was looking at her down there. Staring at her sex like it held the answers to the universe, and fuck if that didn’t move her another inch closer to coming. Bending forward, blue eyes locked on hers, Lance dropped an open-mouthed kiss right on her pussy and Anna saw stars.
“Gonna eat this pussy, baby. Swallow down your cream. Want that? Want me to make you come on my tongue?” he growled and ran his fingers along the seam of her sex.
Anna couldn’t talk. She only nodded. But Lance was not finished talking. Thank god. He spread her cream around, using his thumbs to massage her sensitive lips before spearing her on his middle and index finger.
“Fuck, your tight, baby, and you taste just like heaven,” he licked her clitoris, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth while he stretched her with his digits, “gonna feel so good when I slide into you.”
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.
“Gonna make you mine tonight. Wanna be mine?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Mine,” he growled, licking and sucking harder.
Her heavy breathing filled the air, but again, this was not because of Anna’s asthma. She didn’t need her inhaler. No, what she needed was to come.