Grayslake: Furrever Yours(29)

He all but dragged her up the stairs to his room. Not that she needed a lot of dragging – just the thought of finally having his impressive cock inside her, of being claimed as his forever and maybe making a start on a cub or two, had her creaming her panties. She felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

Judging from the way he started to shed his clothes as soon as the door closed behind them, and the magnificent bulge straining the front of his fly, he was just as ready as she was.

He quickly lost patience with his shirt and just yanked at the fabric. The buttons scattered, bouncing on the carpet, and he stripped the garment over his arms, balled it up and tossed it over his shoulder. Heather’s blouse would have met a similar fate, but she danced backwards away from him as she unbuttoned it. They weren’t animals, after all. Well…she wasn’t. The predatory look in his eyes reminded her that, law man or not, Knox was as wild as they came.

By the time she’d struggled out of her shirt and bra, Knox had already stripped off his jeans and underwear, kicked off his shoes, and was stalking towards her with an intent, determined look on his handsome face.

Butterflies danced in her belly, partly from nerves, but mostly from anticipation and a building sexual excitement that made her feel as if she might jump out of her skin. She could feel a blush spreading over her cheeks and down her throat, creeping over her décolletage. As she skimmed her pants over her thighs and discarded the tangle of denim and panties, she could feel his gaze running over her body, caressing her skin and worshipping her curves.

He pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down so she could kiss him, pouring into it every ounce of passion she felt. His hands were everywhere, touching and tempting. He ran his fingers down her spine, making her shiver, caressed her plump backside. Then he dipped her back, pressing the hot length of his body against her and making her head swim and her heart skip a beat.

He scooped her up in his arms, lifting her with easy grace, and strode towards the bed, where he dropped her into the middle of the mattress. She bounced, and he clambered in beside her, rolling on top of her and covering her with his body.

He hitched her leg up against his hip so his erection was pressing against her mound, and she felt a liquid melting sensation low in her body as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. He worked his pelvis against her in an insistent writhing motion, sending sensation sizzling through her lower body, sparks flying to her erect nipples. She felt hot, almost feverish, and she writhed beneath him, inviting him to push inside her, burn her, brand her as his own.

But instead Knox rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, arranging her limbs so she was straddling him, her palms resting on his warm, broad chest. He reached down with one hand and positioned the head of his cock at her slick entrance, stroking it back and forth, spreading the slickness of her excitement and the stickiness of his pre-cum. It was an erotic torture, a tempting taste of things to come, and she moaned and squirmed on top of him, willing him to push inside her.

And then he did. Despite her excitement, he had to press his cock into her inch by slow inch, allowing her to accustom herself to his size. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relish the sensation of being filled by him, possessed by him…owned by him.

When he was fully inside her, she circled her hips, exploring the sensation of his satin-over-steel shaft seated snugly inside her. It felt glorious. She braced herself against his chest with her hands, and drew back, sliding off him until he was barely inside her at all, then sinking back down until they were pressed together so tightly she felt as if they were a single being. He groaned, and she felt it deep within her.

Then she began to move in earnest, rising and falling, rising and falling, and she was swept away by the moment. Her sense of self flew away, and all she knew was the pressure of his fingers on her hips, on her waist, the feeling of fullness, the desperate drive towards completion.

She rode him with a kind of blind desperation, seeking not just orgasm but a true melding of souls, and when she started to tilt towards orgasm, despite the intensity of the sensations radiating through her body, she felt a pang in her heart, a lack of fulfillment.

Knox thrust up towards her, countering each shimmy of her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke. He reached up and took her full breasts in his hands, squeezing her creamy flesh between her fingers, pinching and teasing the pink, pert nipples. She mewled.

She lay against his firm chest, rocking against him, burying her face against his warm golden flesh as she sought her orgasm…which flashed into fire and roared through her, searing everything in its path and setting every nerve ending aglow.