Saul,” he added,
obviously realizing I needed the words.
Awe and a feeling I’d never experienced
before swam through me, a sense of rightness and peace. I pushed Lucas toward
the bed and we fell onto the large mattress in a tangle of arms and legs. His
cock jabbed into my stomach and I immediately realigned our bodies. We thrust
and ground against each, snatching kisses and driving each other to
distraction. My balls tightened with each teasing thrust. Joy bubbled inside.
Lucas moaned and I moved farther down the mattress, taking a teasing swipe
across the head of his swollen cock.
“Do that again,” he muttered. “Use your
tongue.”
I swirled my tongue across sensitive skin
and sucked a little, pulling a loud purr from him. Easy. My lover was easy.
I grabbed the lube and squirted some into
my palm. His flesh was hot beneath my probing fingers. His large frame
shuddered with another purr. Breathing hard myself, I stretched him and
impatiently grabbed a condom. I rolled it on, added a little more lube and
pushed inside his entrance. This time we were facing and I had total control.
The acceptance and the honesty, the pleasure on his face made my heart thunder.
I worked my way inside his tight hole, trembling at the hot, delicious feel of
him. Fully seated, I paused. I leaned over and licked his dick slowly and
thoroughly as if it were a great delicacy. His large frame shook.
“Saul.” My name was a whisper, an
affirmation.
I pulled back, shuddering again at the
fiery heat and the tight grip of him.
“Yeah, Saul.”
I moved faster, stroking a fraction harder,
hitting his sweet spot. His eyes squeezed shut, he fisted his cock with his big
hand and his body arched. Semen shot from me without warning and I luxuriated
in the aftershocks. A groan ripped from my throat. Lucas froze, his cock
spurting cum over his right hand and chest, his face screwed up into an
expression of almost pain. Gradually we both relaxed. I felt Lucas’ gaze and
opened my eyes.
He cupped my face with his left hand. “I
really love you, Saul. Next time we should make it official. I presume leopards
mark mates in the same way lions do? I’d like to wear your mark on my
shoulder.”
“Me too,” I whispered, my heart leaping
with elation. I’d be a marked man and I loved the thought.
A broad smile curved across my lips. In
that moment I knew I would never feel alone again, no matter what happened
tomorrow at the council meeting or in our future. My stray cat label was
history. I was part of a couple and I would never do the stray cat strut again.
About the Author
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and
a small, bossy dog named Scotty.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home
for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big
overseas experience). A year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming
the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla
in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska,
searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English
pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley
is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of
writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching
rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by
the dog, and curling up with a good book.
Shelley welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Also by Shelley Munro
Curse of Brandon Lupinus
Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis III anthology
Fallen Idol
Men To Die For anthology
Peeping Tom
Scarlet Woman
Sex Idol
Summer in the City of Sails
Talking Dog: Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman’s Job
Talking Dog: Romantic Interlude
Talking Dog: Talking Dogs, Aliens, and Purple People
obviously realizing I needed the words.
Awe and a feeling I’d never experienced
before swam through me, a sense of rightness and peace. I pushed Lucas toward
the bed and we fell onto the large mattress in a tangle of arms and legs. His
cock jabbed into my stomach and I immediately realigned our bodies. We thrust
and ground against each, snatching kisses and driving each other to
distraction. My balls tightened with each teasing thrust. Joy bubbled inside.
Lucas moaned and I moved farther down the mattress, taking a teasing swipe
across the head of his swollen cock.
“Do that again,” he muttered. “Use your
tongue.”
I swirled my tongue across sensitive skin
and sucked a little, pulling a loud purr from him. Easy. My lover was easy.
I grabbed the lube and squirted some into
my palm. His flesh was hot beneath my probing fingers. His large frame
shuddered with another purr. Breathing hard myself, I stretched him and
impatiently grabbed a condom. I rolled it on, added a little more lube and
pushed inside his entrance. This time we were facing and I had total control.
The acceptance and the honesty, the pleasure on his face made my heart thunder.
I worked my way inside his tight hole, trembling at the hot, delicious feel of
him. Fully seated, I paused. I leaned over and licked his dick slowly and
thoroughly as if it were a great delicacy. His large frame shook.
“Saul.” My name was a whisper, an
affirmation.
I pulled back, shuddering again at the
fiery heat and the tight grip of him.
“Yeah, Saul.”
I moved faster, stroking a fraction harder,
hitting his sweet spot. His eyes squeezed shut, he fisted his cock with his big
hand and his body arched. Semen shot from me without warning and I luxuriated
in the aftershocks. A groan ripped from my throat. Lucas froze, his cock
spurting cum over his right hand and chest, his face screwed up into an
expression of almost pain. Gradually we both relaxed. I felt Lucas’ gaze and
opened my eyes.
He cupped my face with his left hand. “I
really love you, Saul. Next time we should make it official. I presume leopards
mark mates in the same way lions do? I’d like to wear your mark on my
shoulder.”
“Me too,” I whispered, my heart leaping
with elation. I’d be a marked man and I loved the thought.
A broad smile curved across my lips. In
that moment I knew I would never feel alone again, no matter what happened
tomorrow at the council meeting or in our future. My stray cat label was
history. I was part of a couple and I would never do the stray cat strut again.
About the Author
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and
a small, bossy dog named Scotty.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home
for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big
overseas experience). A year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming
the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla
in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska,
searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English
pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley
is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of
writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching
rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by
the dog, and curling up with a good book.
Shelley welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Also by Shelley Munro
Curse of Brandon Lupinus
Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis III anthology
Fallen Idol
Men To Die For anthology
Peeping Tom
Scarlet Woman
Sex Idol
Summer in the City of Sails
Talking Dog: Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman’s Job
Talking Dog: Romantic Interlude
Talking Dog: Talking Dogs, Aliens, and Purple People
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