Therian Prisoner(78)

“Take off your pants, so we can enjoy each other,” he countered.

A gentle smile curved her lips and she pushed her pants and panties down together. She raised her hips and he pulled her garments off, his gaze never leaving her face.

Unwilling to deprive herself a moment longer, she let her gaze wander at will. She was well acquainted with his handsome face and the dramatic tapering of his chest that naturally led her to his sculpted abs. She wanted to touch him, to trace each pronounced ridge with her fingers and then her tongue. But this was about looking, savoring the aesthetic perfection of his physical form.

His hips were lean and narrow. She skimmed over his groin and examined his long, muscular legs. Then her gaze drifted back up and focused on his sex. Long and thick, his shaft arched out from his flat belly, his balls already tight below. She reached for him, ready to explore with more than her appreciative gaze.

He caught her wrist and shook his head. “I wasn’t finished. Part your thighs.”

The command sent desire zinging through her body and her core clenched so hard she fought back a moan. She moved her legs apart and bent her knees, opening herself for him, offering her body for his pleasure, for their pleasure.

He licked his lips and crawled onto the bed, his intention obvious. “Why don’t we ‘enjoy each other’?”

She just smiled and scooted down, making room for his legs above her head. Why would she object to something she craved? Several things she craved, actually. She dreamed about having him over her, covering her, holding her. The patient stroke of his tongue and lips against her sex aroused her faster, and built the fires hotter, than anything else. And then there was his cock. She loved the feel of his shaft sliding against her lips and the plush softness of its tip against her tongue.

He carefully swung his leg over her, straddling her head. She reached up and grasped his hips as he arched over her body. Her legs were already parted, but he spread them even wider then lowered his head between her thighs.

The first brush of his tongue made her shiver and she answered by sucking his flared head into her mouth. Tingling desire flowed through her entire body, making her restless and hot. He circled her clit and she swirled her tongue around him. His hips began a slow rocking motion that moved his shaft in and out of her mouth. She maintained a firm grip with her lips, enjoying the sensual slide.

Their link vibrated and scalding heat flowed into her mind. She wasn’t sure if he’d activated the connection or if their combined desire had triggered the bond, but she welcomed the new level of intimacy.

I’ll never tire of your taste.

The throaty timbre of his voice sent a fresh surge of longing coursing through her. And I’ll never tire of tasting you.

His emotions rolled like a stormy sea, showing her exactly how much he needed this joining, how long he’d been lonely. She opened for him, allowing him to feel the depth of her longing and her joy that they were finally together.

He focused on her clit, circling and sucking until she arched into each touch and pressed herself against his mouth. He knew just how to touch her to drive her absolutely insane. Holding her open with his fingers, he slowly pushed his tongue deep into her core. In her. He was in her mind and her mouth and her pussy. The realization was more than she could take.

Pleasure crashed over her and rushed through her, barreling across their link and slamming into him. His hips jerked and his cock twitched, but miraculously he held back his climax. She shuddered and moaned as her inner muscles caressed his tongue. He swirled inside her and rubbed her clit with his upper lip until she sprawled beneath him, limp and tingling.

He pulled out of her mouth and moved to her side, then sat up and scooted back against the headboard. “Come here.”

Still weak and shaky from her powerful orgasm, she sat then turned to face him. He held out his arms and she crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs. She balanced on her shins and steadied herself against his broad shoulders as he positioned his shaft against her opening.

His hands moved to her hips but he didn’t pull her down. “Last chance.” He looked into her eyes, the golden flecks in his gaze shimmering. “I’ve lived long enough to know what this is, but if you have any reservations, we should wait.”

“I knew you were my mate the first time I saw you.” She buried her fingers in his hair and claimed his mouth for a deep, intoxicating kiss. Her taste was still strong on his tongue which only added to the carnality of their joining. I love you, Ian Douglas. And I always will.

He arched as she lowered her hips, and their bodies met in the middle. Her core opened and stretched as his shaft drove even deeper. She squeezed her knees against his hips and pressed her breasts against his chest. Their breath mingled as the kiss became a wild tangle of lips and tongues. He wrapped one arm around her hips and stroked her back with his other hand.