Grayslake: Furrever Yours(19)

Sasha shifted into a lean gray wolf and ran off, tail tucked between her legs, ears flattened against her narrow skull.

Knox returned his attention to Heather. He took a step closer to her. She dared to let her gaze wander; he was rock hard. She could see the vein standing out in relief against his thick cock, and the purplish head, and she let out a low moan of desire.

“Where were we?” Knox growled, walking until he was right up against her.

“Uh, I was totally embarrassing myself.”

“No you weren’t. You were totally making me crazy. Now I’m trying to imagine all of the things I want to do to you.”

“If…if we were going to be together, how exactly would you do that?”

“I would claim you. While we were having sex, I would bite you on the neck or the shoulder, and that mark would show that you’re mine.”

“That…that sounds extremely hot,” she murmured.

He moved closer. “You could…you could do it now,” she mumbled, flushing.

“No, I want you to get to know us a little better first. So you can be fully informed when you make the decision,” he said. “Soon, but not now. What I want right now is for you to tell me one thing you want me to do to you.”

She hesitated, not because she didn’t know what she wanted, but because she wanted so much. She wanted it all. She felt like a kid in a candy store, being offered any sweet treat that tickled her fancy. And Knox looked simply delicious. All hard muscle, power, and smooth, soft skin. She wanted to lick him all over.

Vivid images flashed through her mind. Knox taking her nipple in his mouth, grazing the rosy, sensitive bud between his sharp, white teeth. She could almost feel the pressure of his fingers against her breast as he fondled the soft globe. Her panties dampened. Knox prising her thighs apart with his big, strong hands, pushing his thick fingers into her sopping channel, working them back and forth, in and out until she cried out wordlessly. Knox massaging the tingling bud between her slick pussy lips with the pad of his thumb, working her steadily, relentlessly towards a mind-shattering climax. Knox moving down her body, dipping his tongue into her belly button, kissing the soft lower slope of her belly, nuzzling the soft nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs, fragrant with her arousal, and then…

She had to bite her lip to keep back the whimper of desire. Her voice was shaky when she replied, husky with arousal and sounding utterly unlike her. “I want you to…to taste me.”

He gave a lustful, possessive growl and stepped towards her, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her and dipping his head to take her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. She felt the hot, rigid length of his cock pressing against her hips and sighed, parting her lips to allow him to probe and explore with his quick, clever tongue. He held her tightly against his broad chest, and with each inhalation she felt it expand. She tasted the warmth of each exhalation as their breath mingled. His scent surrounded her – musky, masculine and wild. His heart beat against her breasts with a strong, steady rhythm, and she realized hers was tripping frantically in her ribcage. If this was how she reacted to him kissing her, what would it feel like to have him above her, inside her, thrusting into her wet, willing body with each flex of his hips?

Feeling shameless and wanton, she ran her hands down the smooth skin of his strong back and squeezed the taut globes of his ass, pulling him against her, showing him what her body craved. Knox moved forward, half lifting, half pushing her until he’d backed her up against a tree. He rolled his hips, growling low in his throat at the friction of his dick against her denim-clad hip, then released her and stepped back for a moment. He ran his eyes down over her body, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her belly, her rounded hips. Heather’s body ached for him, with a hungry, yearning need that was close to pain. She could see he felt the same way from the dilation of his pupils. She could get drunk on those whisky-colored eyes of his. Could drown in them.

Knox popped the first button of her blouse free, then moved his fingers down to the second. His fingertip skated softly against her skin, making her shiver. When she raised her hands to help him, wanting to be free of her clothes, eager to feel the heat of his naked skin on hers, he gently knocked them away with a soft admonition. “No, let me.”

She obeyed him, standing still with her hands by her sides as he slowly undressed her, peeling away her blouse, then unclipping her bra and discarding the frothy fabric. She was motionless…except for the way she squeezed her hands open and closed at her sides, battling the urge to clutch him and pull him against her; except for the way she was trembling all over as waves of goosebumps washed over her skin and tension wound tight between her thighs, making her pussy clench. It was so hard to restrain herself from tearing away her clothes, from reaching out to stroke and fondle Knox’s gloriously naked body, that she could feel her fingernails making crescent-shaped marks against her palms as she clenched her fists. But she stayed still. She didn’t even breathe.