King's Throne(54)

They’d played this game before and she already knew he was a big fan of her oral skills. Almost as big a fan as she was of his oral skills. And oddly enough, she enjoyed pleasing him this way. It gave her a little thrill to think she had so much power over his pleasure.
He was such an Alpha. All in charge—all the time. Only with her did he let go.
And she loved the way he purred for her. She knew how special that was. Only she could evoke that response in him—as he did in her. Purring in human form was something special, reserved only for mates. It was just one of the ways a cat shifter could recognize the one truly meant for him or her.
She tugged his pants down by the elastic waistband. He’d been wearing sweats most of the time since he’d been spending every free moment when he wasn’t helping plan their trip working out with the guys down at the dojo. He’d been in amazing physical shape already, but now he was like a chiseled marble statue of a Greek god. His muscles were hard and supple, his body honed to a fine knife’s edge.
He would need every advantage in the challenge to come, but she still appreciated the sheer animal beauty of him at this peak of physical perfection. Everything about him was constantly amazing to her and she thought she’d never get tired of him. Never get tired of talking to him—for she’d discovered he had a quick and agile mind and interests that marched with hers. Never get tired of laughing with him—for their senses of humor complimented and augmented each other’s. Never get tired of being with him, or simply sitting with him watching the fire. Never get tired of loving him.
He was her perfect mate. And she intended to show him just how much she appreciated him as often as possible before…before the trouble that hounded them caught up.
Gina kissed her way down his abs, pausing to lick each hollow and nibble on the six pack that begged for her touch. She liked the way he grunted when she bit a little harder than he’d expected and then purred when she bathed the area with long sweeps of her tongue. His breathing hitched as she angled downward, pushing his pants away and freeing him to her further exploration.#p#分页标题#e#
She took him in her hands, fondling him in the way she knew he liked, teasing him with tiny forays of her tongue over the domed head of his hard cock. She looked up into his golden eyes, entranced by the way his pupils dilated as she touched him. The gold of his irises was a thin ring around the fathomless black pupils as she took him into her mouth. And then she had to look away, angling her head so she could take him deep.
Her fingers squeezed as her mouth enveloped what she could take of him. He was a big man and it took some maneuvering for her to make sure every inch of him was attended. She wanted to do the job right. To give him all she could—as he gave her. Pleasing him was her pleasure and she knew he felt the same way when it was his turn to see to her. They were compatible like that. Each tuned to the other’s needs and desires.
She was just getting into a rhythm when Mitch pushed gently away from her, taking himself out of her reach. She was disappointed for only a moment before he lifted her to a standing position and proceeded to undress her with swift, urgent movements. Yeah, this is how she liked him, commanding and ready to take control. It was her turn to purr.
He drove her to distraction, kissing every inch of her skin he uncovered. She had to bite her tongue when he placed her on the bed, spread her legs wide and proceeded to kiss his way up one thigh and down the other, pausing for a long, blissful moment right in the middle. Mitch had a talented tongue and he certainly knew how to use it.
He blew her mind at least twice before finally joining their bodies and rocking her to the rhythm unique to them alone. He knew just how to touch her, just how to soothe her, just how to drive her wild with delight and passion. She tried her best to give as good as she got, but she was nearly incoherent with need by the time he finally drove them both to the point of no return.
She stifled her cries of delight as she came, not wanting to wake the household. More than just her parents were sleeping in the big house now that they’d moved into the active phase of preparing for the challenge. Every one of the Old Guard families had members taking turns on watch and using the guest rooms on this floor. If she screamed, some of them might just come running to see what was up—and probably tease her and Mitch to death because they’d damn well know what was going on in this room.
She wouldn’t give them any reason to burst in on them, even if any teasing would all be meant in good-natured fun. She just wasn’t ready to share the special thing that was their relationship with anyone yet. Not that graphically, at any rate. She especially didn’t want any of those horny female tigers ogling her man’s amazing body. He was for her alone—just as she was for him.