“Hmm, you’re warm,” she whispered, caressing his chest with her hand as she slid her leg along his.
“So are you.” Amusement rumbled in his voice, but she could sense the disquiet beneath.
“Ever’thing okay?” She pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the muscles tighten beneath his flesh.
His hand slid along her back to her buttocks, calloused flesh rasping her skin and awakening pleasure centers beneath her skin that fed the arousal already beginning to burn.
“It is now.” He groaned as her tongue licked over a flat, hard nipple.
One hand tightened in her hair, tugging at the strands sensually as she rasped the small disc with her teeth.
She pushed against his shoulder, a lazy sensuality taking hold of her. It was unlike anything she’d experienced so far with him. It was deeper, overtaking her, but without the imperative race for fulfillment. It was wild, hungry, but with a need to relish every taste, every nuance of touch.
“What do you need, little halfling?” he whispered, turning to his back as she lifted herself next to him, her head lifting and lowering to his.
“My mate.” Her lips brushed against his, then her tongue. “All of him.”
“Then take him. I dare you.” His lips parted, taking her tongue as it slipped against him, his lips closing on it, suckling at it for brief seconds before giving her his in return.
The kiss was slow, deep. His taste and hers merging through her senses as the mating hormone began to infuse the pleasure they shared.
When she pulled back, her lips slid down his neck, nipping at the tough skin over his jugular, licking his Adam’s apple and then laving a path back to
his chest. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, his sides. The need to touch as well as taste, to pleasure as well as take, folding over her like an erotic storm.
Dog stared down at her in wonder, the scent of her pleasure overwhelming him. It wasn’t the pleasure he’d sensed from her before. This was both wilder and lazier, her pleasure drawing from his as she kissed and stroked her way slowly to the engorged length of his cock.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he bit off a ragged groan and restrained the need to push her to her back and come over her, to give her the same pleasure she was giving him. At the same time he just wanted to lie there and soak in the sleepy need and rising emotions he sensed beginning to flow from her.
He hadn’t sensed this before. This ebb and flow of emotions, both fierce and gentle, like the woman herself. And never before had he sensed both the woman and the animal instincts she possessed reaching out to him as they were now.
Lowering his hands to the sheets beneath him, he clenched his fingers in the material and eased the control he kept on the inner beast fighting to rise to meet her hunger. Just a little, he told himself. He could sense the creature she hid as well reaching out, searching, and he knew what it sought. That connection on a level never known before.
Breed to Breed, mate to mate, man to woman. Animal to animal. That dark core of a Breed’s soul where the animal waited, watched, content to lounge until needed. Or when called free by its mate.
As he let those instincts free, he felt hers leap, surge closer. Suddenly, his skin was more sensitive, his cock harder if possible, throbbing desperately to bury inside her.
He could feel her pleasure mounting as well, the scent of it infusing the air, merging with his own. And when her tongue swiped over the head of his cock, it was pure, undiluted rapture.
The growl that tore from him was met with a feminine one of her own. Her hands stroked along his abdomen to his thighs, her lips parted over his cock head, sucked it inside the wet heat, only to release it moments later.
His thighs tightened, his lips pulling back in a snarl of denial, then one of pure pleasure as she licked her way down the shaft to his balls. There, she laved, played, kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh until the need for her was agony.
“Oh hell, Cassie,” he groaned as she licked her way up his hard flesh again. “That hot little tongue is going to make me insane.”
She rolled it over the engorged crest, licking free the pulse of pre-cum before drawing the head into her mouth again.
As her lips lifted seconds later, he had to restrain the need to force her mouth back.
“I love how you taste,” she sighed against the sensitive skin of the crest. “The feel of you taking my mouth, taking my pussy.”
His enter body jerked at the sensual whisper. Ah fuck yeah, he loved hearing her talk dirty.
“And I love fucking your mouth and pussy,” he groaned, staring down at her as her mouth covered him again, sucking him deep, tongue lashing at the underside and straining his control.
“Fuck. I’m going to come in your mouth.” His voice was a tortured rasp.
She released him then, rising beside him before she shocked him, blew his mind as she threw her leg over his hips. Reaching down he gripped the shaft and lined it up with her slick inner lips. Rubbing it in the sensitive slit as a whimpering gasp fell from her mouth.