lion trapping its prey. Never had she ever
felt so defenseless.
“All of you,” he added in a possessive tone, sending shivers
along her spine.
She inhaled sharply, the wispy rush of breath reaching her
ears as he lowered his face. His hair fell forward, brushing her breasts,
coaxing her nipples to shrivel and harden. Rather than kiss her, he placed his
lips at the base of her throat and lightly bit the skin. Her lashes fluttered
closed. She moaned, latched on to his forearms and squeezed his hard flesh,
relaying the effects of the thrill.
“Bronto,” slipped from her on a sigh.
His mouth patted a trail of kisses to her ear. “I’ve got
you, love.”
His voice. It was so…so reassuring, and, and…tender in
contrast to his features. The perfect harmony for a woman making love for the
first time.
Inch by inch his mouth traveled to her lips, leaving a moist
path along her neck. He nipped each lip between his teeth then outlined them
with his tongue before retracing his route to the hollow of her throat.
“You taste so good,” he said, his warm breath bathing her
flesh. “Just as I’ve imagined.”
She raised her hands and stroked his flexed upper arms.
“You’ve thought of doing this to me?”
“From the moment I laid my eyes on you.”
“But you never tried—”
“Out of respect, love.” Soon his facial whiskers grazed the
skin between her breasts as he worked his way down her body.
The moment he sucked a nipple into his mouth, tingles burst
in her chest. She arched her neck and groaned. Within the constant suction she
silently beckoned for something more. How was it possible to feel this way?
She fisted his hair and held him steady while pressing her
breast into his face. He sucked harder and harder then stretched her nipple
between his teeth. Even after he switched breasts he pinched it between his
fingertips. The sensation was overwhelming. Moisture constantly flowed from the
center of her thighs. She placed her feet on the ground and squeezed his waist
between her knees.
As he moved lower she released his hair and fisted the hide.
She knew where he headed but loathed to stop him. What appeared a forbidden act
by her standards might be natural to him. She’d given him control and free rein
to do as he wished, so she’d not hinder his determination by any means.
She scrunched her eyes and held her breath when his whiskers
brushed the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled but rather than lay them
flat for stability, Bronto pushed them out to the sides, spreading them farther
apart. Her female area opened and warm air caressed her flesh. For the first
time this evening embarrassment plagued her. A different type of heat washed through
her blood. Instinctively she wanted to close her legs but it wasn’t possible
with him lying between them.
“Relax, Ivy,” he coaxed in between subtle pecks to the
inside of her thigh. “I want you to feel me. If you’re tense, you won’t
experience the pleasure.”
She released the breath with a heavy swoosh but sucked in
another when his fingers rested on either side of her woman’s folds and he
spread them apart. She wanted to shout no! But the instant his hot
tongue lapped the sensitive bud, her chest exploded in tingles and prickles and
her mind screamed yes.
The sensation was…it was…oh gosh, indescribable. Her back
arched and bottom jutted forward. “Ahh,” she moaned, rolling her head from side
to side.
What she thought couldn’t get any better, did. She rocked
her hips up and down, up and down, side to side, following the motion of his
tongue. Internal pressure built from the base of her spine to the wee tips of
her fingers.
As it reached a point of explosion she gyrated faster and
faster, she outstretched her fingers and clawed the fur. A slow burn erupted
beneath his tongue, rushing toward her belly then into her chest like the
evolution of a flame. She burned. She burned so bad.
Then it stopped.
It hurt and she wanted to cry and
felt so defenseless.
“All of you,” he added in a possessive tone, sending shivers
along her spine.
She inhaled sharply, the wispy rush of breath reaching her
ears as he lowered his face. His hair fell forward, brushing her breasts,
coaxing her nipples to shrivel and harden. Rather than kiss her, he placed his
lips at the base of her throat and lightly bit the skin. Her lashes fluttered
closed. She moaned, latched on to his forearms and squeezed his hard flesh,
relaying the effects of the thrill.
“Bronto,” slipped from her on a sigh.
His mouth patted a trail of kisses to her ear. “I’ve got
you, love.”
His voice. It was so…so reassuring, and, and…tender in
contrast to his features. The perfect harmony for a woman making love for the
first time.
Inch by inch his mouth traveled to her lips, leaving a moist
path along her neck. He nipped each lip between his teeth then outlined them
with his tongue before retracing his route to the hollow of her throat.
“You taste so good,” he said, his warm breath bathing her
flesh. “Just as I’ve imagined.”
She raised her hands and stroked his flexed upper arms.
“You’ve thought of doing this to me?”
“From the moment I laid my eyes on you.”
“But you never tried—”
“Out of respect, love.” Soon his facial whiskers grazed the
skin between her breasts as he worked his way down her body.
The moment he sucked a nipple into his mouth, tingles burst
in her chest. She arched her neck and groaned. Within the constant suction she
silently beckoned for something more. How was it possible to feel this way?
She fisted his hair and held him steady while pressing her
breast into his face. He sucked harder and harder then stretched her nipple
between his teeth. Even after he switched breasts he pinched it between his
fingertips. The sensation was overwhelming. Moisture constantly flowed from the
center of her thighs. She placed her feet on the ground and squeezed his waist
between her knees.
As he moved lower she released his hair and fisted the hide.
She knew where he headed but loathed to stop him. What appeared a forbidden act
by her standards might be natural to him. She’d given him control and free rein
to do as he wished, so she’d not hinder his determination by any means.
She scrunched her eyes and held her breath when his whiskers
brushed the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled but rather than lay them
flat for stability, Bronto pushed them out to the sides, spreading them farther
apart. Her female area opened and warm air caressed her flesh. For the first
time this evening embarrassment plagued her. A different type of heat washed through
her blood. Instinctively she wanted to close her legs but it wasn’t possible
with him lying between them.
“Relax, Ivy,” he coaxed in between subtle pecks to the
inside of her thigh. “I want you to feel me. If you’re tense, you won’t
experience the pleasure.”
She released the breath with a heavy swoosh but sucked in
another when his fingers rested on either side of her woman’s folds and he
spread them apart. She wanted to shout no! But the instant his hot
tongue lapped the sensitive bud, her chest exploded in tingles and prickles and
her mind screamed yes.
The sensation was…it was…oh gosh, indescribable. Her back
arched and bottom jutted forward. “Ahh,” she moaned, rolling her head from side
to side.
What she thought couldn’t get any better, did. She rocked
her hips up and down, up and down, side to side, following the motion of his
tongue. Internal pressure built from the base of her spine to the wee tips of
her fingers.
As it reached a point of explosion she gyrated faster and
faster, she outstretched her fingers and clawed the fur. A slow burn erupted
beneath his tongue, rushing toward her belly then into her chest like the
evolution of a flame. She burned. She burned so bad.
Then it stopped.
It hurt and she wanted to cry and
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