Teasing the Wildcat(5)

Unbidden, his hips began thrusting up to meet her hungry mouth as she continued working him. She shifted, sliding her arm under his ass to hold on to him, her nails digging into his skin. Her head bobbed as she sucked on his cock greedily, as if she couldn’t get enough. If her moans were any indication, she enjoyed this as much as he did. Okay…not even close, but she acted as if she loved every minute of it.

He wanted it to go on forever, to prolong it, but she urged him on with her every action. His eyes almost crossed as she slid her mouth toward the tip of him and ran her tongue around the rim of the swollen head before flicking the sensitive slit at the end. Down she went again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up.

“Fucking hell…” he gasped, hitting the back of her throat.

She moved, lifting her bottom up into the air as she rose to her knees. Ass in the air, head lowered over him, she moaned again. “Mmm.”

Fuck me. She sounded as if she were about to come, just from sucking him off. The pleasure grew until it felt like his head was going to literally come off. Gasping, he pulled her off of him.

“Sorry, babe. I can’t take anymore.” He slowly pulled her up the length his body, enjoying the slide of skin on skin as he tried to calm down. This was the trouble whenever he was with Summer. He was like a green youth with his first woman, ready to come within minutes. And each time it would start over again, because he could never get enough of her.

“Umm…okay.” The way she curled into him, without saying another word, made him do a double take.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up so he could see her.

“You should’ve let me finish. I wanted to. I love you, Roz. I wanted to make you feel the way…the way you make me feel.” She smiled and caressed his face. Still, he could sense something was off with her.

Suddenly, she buried her face in his neck and muttered something he couldn’t quite discern. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing…I just said you’ve turned me into a bloody nymphomaniac!”

He chuckled, a small delighted sound as her confession fed his male pride. After all, what man didn’t like to hear that his woman couldn’t get enough of him?

Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he rolled on top of her. He’d taken her in every position he could think of, and in every location possible without getting caught by security. But he liked nothing more than feeling her beneath him, sheltering her from the rest of the world as they came together.

“I love the way you make me feel, sweetheart. Every time you touch me, you make me feel as though I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he hooked the back of her knee and drew her leg up. A quick shift of his hips and he was there, the broad head of his cock pressed against the hot, slick entrance to her body. With a groan, he sank into her.

“Ohh…” Her moan got lost as he fastened his mouth over hers, kissing her, branding her as his.

Already, she moved under him, writhing in ways that slid her silky skin against his. The hard tips of her nipples pressed into his chest as he held her tight. Every point of contact between their bodies tingled and hummed, as if in recognition of the other. A few hard thrusts into her tight pussy and he was seated to the hilt. Deep inside, his cock throbbed as the walls of her channel clenched down tightly around him. Flexing and pumping his hips, he drove into her welcoming heat.

Her moans and whimpers spurred him on, knowing each stroke drove her closer to ecstasy. Underneath him, she arched her body and rolled her hips, as if seeking more from him. Happy to oblige her, Roz rolled his own, grinding his pelvis against her, rubbing her clit at the same time. She went wild, scratching his back and digging her fingernails into his ass.

Hissing at the pleasure-pain from her scoring his skin, her gasps and growled curses were almost lost on him as he still reeled from her reaction. Biting his lip, he stared at her. Face flushed passionately and slightly damp, she seemed unaware she’d inadvertently picked up one of his more colorful profanities…and uttered it in Sargosian.

Saucy minx!

Desire clouded her beautiful green eyes as she gazed back at him. She lifted her deliciously curved hips up, straining to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke. Lady love her, he gave her what she asked for. He couldn’t do anything less.

Upping the pace, he slid out of her, and then slammed back in with a power he knew she loved. He used everything he had, tuned in to her every moan and whimper, her every shiver and tremble, using them as clues to drive her higher and higher until she reached the edge.

Ruthlessly, he kept his own body in check. His pleasure would come later, after he’d seen to hers. She was his life, his everything. Given to him by Lady Goddess, what else could he do but worship the gift he’d been given? His teasing words about taking another wife had been just that—words. He had no room in his heart, or his life, for anyone but her.