His chest too, she realized, glancing down between them. The mud was a good inch thick on his shirt and plaid and Claray grimaced as she realized she was getting it all over the front of her gown, pressing against him as she was.
Leaning back a little, she started to do for him what he was doing for her and began sweeping her hands over his shirt and plaid, scraping away great hunks of the smelly mud. They worked silently for several minutes until Claray became aware that the Wolf had gone still, his hands resting at her waist unmoving.
She glanced up with curiosity, and her eyes widened as she took in his expression. Confused by the heat and intensity in his eyes, Claray lowered her gaze to her hands and realized she had worked her way down his chest to his lower abdomen, shifting back in his lap as she went. Her fingers were now brushing perilously close to parts she had no business brushing.
Claray stilled, but then didn’t know what to do and simply sat there staring at her immobile fingers. She stayed like that until one of his hands left her back and rose to her neck. When his fingers then glided into her hair to cup her head, Claray had the oddest urge to close her eyes and lean into the caress. Instead she met his gaze and watched as his face lowered toward hers.
Despite seeing it coming, the first brush of his lips across hers was startling. Claray closed her eyes as a frisson of awareness ran through her, and instinctively tipped her head up to make it easier for him as his lips moved over hers again. But she gasped with surprise when he nipped at her lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth briefly. It seemed the oddest thing to do, and yet it felt so nice, she thought faintly just before he let it slip from his mouth and ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.
Unsure what he was doing and if that was part of kissing, she started to pull back and opened her mouth to ask if it was, only to gasp as he followed and took advantage of her attempt to speak by slipping his tongue inside. Claray stilled again in shock as his tongue explored her in a way she’d never anticipated, and then a whole host of feelings she’d never before experienced rose up in her and she melted against him.
Heat and excitement were suddenly coursing through her, setting off little explosions everywhere their bodies met. Feeling off-kilter, Claray slid her hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck, needing something to hold on to. She felt the hand at her back urging her forward in his lap, and went willingly until she was plastered against his chest, but that just seemed to increase what she was experiencing. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy and tender where their chests pressed together, and heat was shivering through her body making her arch against him as his hand tilted her head to the angle he wanted and his mouth devoured hers.
When his free hand suddenly slid between them to cover a breast and knead the excited flesh through the cloth of her gown, she broke their kiss on a gasp, and threw her head back to suck air into suddenly starved lungs. Bereft of her mouth, the Wolf immediately trailed kisses down her throat and Claray shuddered and moaned, her fingers gliding into his hair to cup his head as this set off a whole new round of excitement and need inside of her.
She felt his hands tugging at the top of her gown, felt it loosen, and then he reached up to cup her head again, drawing it back down so that he could cover her mouth with his own once more. This time, Claray kissed back. Unsure what she was doing, she simply emulated his actions, allowing her tongue to tangle with his. It brought a growl from his throat that made her shiver, and then his kiss became hungrier and deeper, almost violent as his hands began moving, caressing her everywhere.
He kneaded her back, urging her flush against him again, then let his fingers slide over her arms, and her sides, before his hands suddenly clasped her waist and he lifted and turned her to straddle him. The moment he’d settled her there, his hands shifted down and around to clasp her bottom. He then squeezed her cheeks through her gown, his fingers meeting in the middle and brushing against her core through the cloth.
Claray gasped into his mouth at the touch and began to suck frantically on his tongue in response. When he released her bottom to tug at the top of her gown, dragging it off her shoulders, she let her hands drop to help him. The moment the wet cloth slid away to pool around her in the water, his hands claimed her breasts through the thin cloth of her shift.
Claray broke their kiss on a cry at the touch, her hands grasping his upper arms and then moving down to his wrists, urging him on. She looked down then to see that the thin linen of her shift had gone almost transparent. She could see the pink of her breasts and the darker rose of her nipples as his fingers squeezed the full globes and his thumbs ran back and forth over her hard, excited nipples.
Watching him touch her so intimately only added to Claray’s excitement and she found herself shifting in his lap, mindlessly rubbing herself against the hardness she could feel beneath her. When the Wolf gasped in response and claimed her mouth again, she kissed him frantically back and continued to move against him until he suddenly released her breasts and rolled them in the water. Only his hand under her neck kept her head from being submerged.
Distracting her with kisses, the Wolf dragged her closer to shore until her head was out of the water and then broke their kiss to move upright. Kneeling with his legs on either side of her he then let his eyes slide over her, hot and hungry.
With her wet gown tangled around her waist and hips, Claray knew her upper body was as good as naked, her breasts visible through the thin, damp linen. Rather than being embarrassed, she found herself excited by his expression, and arched invitingly, her arms reaching for him in silent invitation. Claray wanted his kisses again. She wanted him touching and caressing her. She’d never experienced the excitement he was stirring in her ere this and she wanted more.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded in a whisper when he continued to stare at her.
Much to her relief, he bent to cover her mouth with his again. This kiss was rough and demanding, increasing her excitement. It had her wrapping her arms around him again. He shifted to lie on her, his body pressing into hers everywhere. Despite that, she found herself digging her nails into his back, wanting him closer still, though she thought that was impossible.
When he ground against her through the bunched-up material of her gown, she cried out into his mouth and drew her knees up on either side of his hips to lift herself into the caress. She was almost mad with need, and didn’t protest when she felt him tug her gown over her hips and push it down her legs.
When one hand clasped her behind and held her in place as he ground against her again, she wrapped her legs around him and groaned. The Wolf squeezed the cheek of her bottom almost painfully in response, and slid his hand between them to drag the hem of her shift up to her waist. When his hand then slid between her legs to touch her unimpeded by cloth, Claray froze in shock. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but his hips held them open and then his fingers began to move.
Continuing to kiss her, he rubbed and circled the center of her pleasure, driving the sudden anxiety out of her and replacing it with an excitement and need like none she’d ever known. Soon Claray found her heels digging into the river’s sandy bottom, lifting her hips into the caress in a mindless search for something she didn’t understand but knew was almost in reach. Her entire body grew taut and began a fine trembling, and she simply couldn’t manage to return his kisses anymore. Instead, she simply kept her mouth open, accepting his kiss as her attention focused on what she sensed was coming. And then, just as she was sure she was about to find out what she was climbing toward, the Wolf withdrew his touch and she felt something probing her opening.