Shift Out of Luck(14)

I grin up at her. The anger and frustration that was there earlier has been replaced by desire and some kind of giddy pleasure. I aim to put an expression of pure ecstasy there by the time I’m done.

“Definitely.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “This here is a work of art. Don’t ever talk bad about this body of yours. It’s fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so. I don’t believe anyone’s ever said those words in reference to my ass before.”

“Then everyone is a bunch of stupid motherfuckers,” I mumble. “Baby, how much do you like these panties?”

“They’re my favorite pair, why?”

“Where’d you get them?”

“Online. I ordered them off—” She breaks off with a yelp as I slice the sides of the panties in half. My claws retract almost instantaneously.

“I’ll buy you a dozen new pairs,” I promise, and then jerk her forward. I push the palms of my hands against her ass cheeks to hold her steady as I lap my tongue to drink up the juices that coat her swollen pussy lips. Her body is ripe and ready.

The moment I make contact, my taste buds explode. I need more, more, more.

“Oh God,” she cries. Her knees buckle a second before she tells me, “I need to be horizontal for this.”

She tumbles backward onto the air mattress. Her thighs fall open, and despite the dark of the tent, my ursine night vision allows me to see her soft flesh glistening. I drag her toward me until her ass is just at the edge of the mattress.

“I have to have you now.” I kneel between her legs and spread her open. I force myself to take it slow and not devour her in one gulp. I need to make it good for her.

I blow on her heated skin and she shudders. Her fingers dig into the mattress, and her hips arch toward my mouth. I cover her clit with my lips, swirling my tongue around that stiff bud.

I slide one finger inside her tight, hot channel and smile when I hear her gasp and then clench her muscles around me. One finger is followed by a second and then, with a little push, a third finger fits in. She grinds against my mouth, her hips pump furiously against me. I draw out the sensations, curling my fingers against her tender, sensitive, inner flesh.

I love this. I fucking love her.

I have for so long. She’s sassy, successful, and gorgeous. Her writhing beneath me, calling out my name in breathy sighs and pleas for more is every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. I never thought these rough, dirty hands of mine would ever be allowed to touch something as fine as her.

“Cole, please, give me…I need…please,” she pants.

I drive my fingers into her at a relentless rhythm. Her body spasms beneath me, but I don’t let up. I want to push her over the edge and make her fly.

She twists and arches beneath me like a wild animal, nearly bucking me off with her own physical need for more contact, more pressure, more feeling. It’s as if she’s been on a sexual fast, and her body is trying to make up for all those lost weekends spent alone in front of her television, wishing for someone to take her. Fuck, that’s me.

I’ve been the one lost and alone. I’ve been pining for her. I’ve spent every spare moment wondering what she feels like, what she tastes like. Now that I’m here, though, I realize none of my weak fantasies could have ever lived up to the real thing.

She feels like magic—wet and hot and tight around my plunging fingers. She tastes like tart honey, sweet and tangy. I could do this for hours or days or weeks or however long she’d allow me to kneel between her thighs and fuck her with my tongue and fingers.

The beast inside of me roars with pleasure. It wants out. It wants to feed on her desire, but I beat it back. I can’t lose control now, even though my cock is burrowing a hole in the tent floor.

Beneath my driving fingers, beneath my voracious mouth, she rocks toward that orgasmic high. Her hands fist in my hair and her thighs quiver as she teeters on the edge.

“Come, baby. Come for me,” I urge. “Right now.”

I slap my fingers across her clit and the reaction is immediate. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers and her back bows off the mattress. Her come floods my hand, and I lean forward to lap it all up. I could live off just the honey of her body.

I want to carry her away and into some dark cave in the forest. I’d forage for berries and fish, and feed her only the food that I found. I’d clothe her in the leaves and kelp of the water, and lay her down on a soft bed of foliage where I’d take her like this with my fingers and tongue again and again until she forgot that there was a world beyond that which I could provide for her.

I can’t give her up, but as the blood pounds like thunder in my groin, I know I can’t have her either.