There was a fever rising in her body. She didn’t want the bed. She didn’t want gentle mindless sex. She wanted to still the volcanic sparks of heat flaring inside her as she tore aside his control. She wanted to soothe him, enrage him, stroke and flail at him.
His eyes narrowed on her. She loved it when he did that. The jade-green color sparkled dangerously, giving him a primal, predatory appearance.
He growled, a feline rumble of warning as she smiled back at him in sensual challenge.
“I could,” he told her softly, watching as she moved around him, keeping her within sight at all times. “I could take you down and mount you in a second, Roni.”
She trembled at the dark warning. Her pussy spilled more of its slick juices along her swollen lips as her womb rippled in anticipation. She watched him breathe in deeply and knew he could smell the incredible heat filling her body. He tensed as he did, the muscles of his abdomen rippling as his cock jerked in anticipation.
“Do you know what you’re tempting, Roni?” he asked her, his voice silky as she moved behind him, stepped closer, then smoothed her hands down the bunched contours of his back.
Like rough silk. The soft pelt that covered his body tickled her palms as she stroked him. He shuddered beneath her hands.
“I thought cats liked to be stroked.” She leaned forward, catching her breath as the hard pinpoints of her nipples brushed against his back.
The rumbling growl that vibrated in his chest caused her to shiver in delight. It erotically stroked her senses, her arousal.
Her hands moved around his waist, sliding across the clenched muscles of his stomach.
“I used to dream of touching you,” she whispered as her lips smoothed over the striking tattoo on his left shoulder. The snarling Jaguar, its eyes narrowed in fury, ears laid back warningly. “I dreamed of making you moan, of hearing you whisper how desperately you wanted me.”
“I want you until I feel broken inside from it, Roni.” He stayed still, tense, as her hands moved over him.
“Can I heal you?” She laid her cheek against his shoulder, hearing the loneliness in his voice. The same dark emotion she had felt herself for so long.
He shuddered under her hands as they caressed over his own straining nipples.
“You heal me with every touch.” His arms were bunched, his body vibrating with the tight leash he had on his lust.
Roni smiled slowly. Could she break the control? Could she remake them both in the fires that would explode from it? If they survived it.
Her hands moved lower, tickling over the washboard stomach, heading unerringly for the strong stalk of his cock rising from his body.
“Roni.” The word held immeasurable warning.
“Yes, Taber?” She swallowed tightly as her hands caressed the crease of his thighs.
He was close. So very close. She felt him prepare to move and jumped back. She laughed low and deep at the primitive growl coming from his throat as he reached for her and missed. She had a feeling the missing part was deliberate when she turned back and realized he was slowly stalking her.
She moved along the room, watching him carefully, more than aware of the tension filling the room with a sexual awareness so thick it wrapped around her like gossamer threads of need.
“I’m going to take you down,” he whispered as she skirted the couch, placing its width between them.
“I’m going to mount you, Roni. Then I’m going to ride you until you’re screaming beneath me.” Her cunt beat out a demand that she drop to her knees then and there. She didn’t think so.
“Been there, done that,” she drawled. “Be original, baby.” He snarled. Her pulse raced. Oh, that was the sexiest sound. Deep, vibrating in intensity.
He moved then, a smooth, graceful leap that had her eyes widening in shock as he came over the couch.
Her second’s hesitation was her downfall. Even as she was turning to run, his arm hooked around her waist and he lifted her from the floor.
Roni fought frantically. Her body was burning, her cunt throbbing in desperation as adrenaline surged through her. She bucked in his arms as he laughed, her low scream of frustration and furious lust echoing around the room as he took her to the floor.
There were no preliminaries. There was no need for them. The slick cream of her need dampened her thighs, flowing thick and hot from her pussy. His cock surged into the syrupy thickness filling her vagina as she arched back, screaming out at the pleasure.
“Been here, baby?” He pounded inside her ruthlessly, his hands holding her hips relentlessly as his cock thrust hard and deep in the tight depths. “Done this?”
The depths he reached had her shrieking in part pain, part pleasure, her cunt gripping him, the muscles clenching spasmodically as he fucked her with a hard driving rhythm.