Hunted(50)

He chuckled—the sound of deep, male satisfaction. It was the kind of laugh that made her quim spasm. For him. It was all about him. Her husband.

“Please, what?” he asked, plucking at her nipples. First one, then the other. Then his touch vanished from her breasts, leaving her turgid nipples to strain into the cool breeze, puckering for more.

When she opened her mouth to protest, he gave in and squeezed her breasts roughly, wringing a throaty moan from her.

“Please, what?” he repeated, still taunting her. “Please suck on these sexy little nipples?”

She nodded so quick she almost head-butted him. He chuckled at her before that glorious head of dark hair lowered to her breast and his lips parted.

Yes, please suck on me!

The first sensation raked her stiff nipple. A lick. Wet and velvety soft. Another pass, this one twirling around her puckered flesh. He moved to the other breast, ignoring the nipple straining for his attention. He worked them both up to equal hardness, until she was squirming and panting against him. Mindless but to the pleasure he gave her. Mindless for more.

“Nice and hard, just how I like them,” he praised.

After they were sufficiently hard enough for him, and she finally thought he was going to suck on them and end her agony—he surprised her by taking her to the ground. Penelope was more than ready to have his weight bear down upon her, to take him inside her body.

But he did none of those things.

Ryon proved just how patient he could be—and how infuriating—when he followed her down to lay at her side. His hand spanned her waist applying pressure to keep her flat to the ground. He couldn’t keep her legs from scissoring in need though, nor her pelvis from undulating.

He watched her from behind heated lashes. His gaze raking over every inch of her, lingering on her bared breasts for a pause. “You’re so beautiful. Makes a man question how lucky he is.”

“Lucky enough to take his time, apparently.” Her snarky comment didn’t go unnoticed and earned her a meaningful smirk.

“Patience leads to rewards, love.” The way he said it made her tremble. The kinds of rewards he could give her would be incredible.

Leaning down, he placed a swift kiss on her mouth before grazing the corners of her mouth with his lips. He made his way down over the slender expanse of her neck, over the bones at her collar, then ever southward over the tops of her breasts. His lips skimming the surface of her flesh, his tongue darting out to flick her nipple.

The tight peak bobbed against his tongue and Penelope arched against him, moaning, “Ryon,” as her hands threaded through his thick dark hair. Aching, yearning, wishing for more.

“I love hearing you moan my name like that. I could get used to it.”

“Oh, please, would you touch me proper. I need it so bad!” She was about to fly out of the seat of her dress unless he eased her. A tight knot of hunger overtook her. Her skin felt stretched too tight, quim wet and throbbing to be filled.

“Touch you proper, eh.” He moved like an animal attacking. Only it was his lips wrapping around her nipple and suckling.

“Aaa—yeee!” she cried out. Her back arched clear off the ground. Searing, stimulating vibrations trembled powerfully through her body.

Ryon growled like an animal, his fingers molding her breast in a brutal grip. His tongue flicked, lips suctioned as he worked her.

The sensations were too intense, yet she didn’t want it to end. She walked the tightrope between eroticism and discomfort.

His hand slid down her belly, dipping with a whisper over her mons. Slowly, he rucked up her dress.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted.

He moved to her other breast to lave it with the same attention, leaving her wet nipple exposed to the air. Another shiver racked over and she bucked against him.

“Patience,” he whispered against her breast.

Patience? How in the world he had this much patience already, she found incredible.

Deciding to even the odds, Penelope ran her hand down Ryon’s chest to cup his manhood. His cock throbbed in her palm.

Ryon pulled away, tossing his head back on a hiss. “Ah…damn.”

That’s right.

Feeling thoroughly wicked now, Penelope unlaced his trousers to free him. Long and thick and heavy, it bounced from his groin. Her mouth salivated as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. A dark thatch of hair surrounded him, and tucked up beneath his shaft was a tight sac of seed. He looked about ready to spill. Only a few strokes away from exploding. She had to physically control her salivating.

“I want this in me.”

She stroked him. His flesh hot to the touch, skin soft as silk. Creamy wetness covered the swollen tip of him and she licked her lips at the sight of it.