Page 37 of The First Day of Breeding Season
My hands tighten reflexively on her. “That’s it. That’s exactly it.With you. Sex is great. Well, it usually is. Sometimes.” I swallow hard. “With the right person, it clearly feels incredible.”
“And with the wrong person?”
“It’s mortifying. And awkward.”
She cups my face, her expression painfully soft. Holy fuck, I don’t think I can handle hersympathyfor the bad sex I tried to have as a fucking teenager.
I growl and kiss her hard on the mouth. “It was a long time ago,” I manage to say between hungry tastes. “Don’t worry about it. You’re only going to know the incredible kind of sex.”
“Does that mean you want…” She rolls her hips, finding my hard cock.
I band my arm around her hips, locking us together. “I want that, with you, so much it’s absolutely distracted me from the work we’re supposed to be doing.”
“Right.” Her eyelids flutter, and I’m quickly learning that look.
Fuck.
Or rather…no fucking. Not yet.
But I can take care of her needs at least.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway, knowing that’s lust talking. Lust is what drives me to pick her up and carry her to a broad, smooth boulder at the edge of the pool.
Maybe I shouldn’t take so much, so quickly, but she’s turned on again. Already. Flushed and desperate.
As she leans back on her elbows, I pick up her foot and press my mouth to her tattoo.
I hold her gaze as I make a promise against her skin. “I won’t rush you.”
She pouts her lower lip out, a challenge sparking in her eyes. She wants to be rushed, I’m sure. Lust is pounding in her veins, andhertattoo isn’t a promise to herself to stop indulging in that.
“Ican’trush you,” I rephrase, brushing my lips up her calf. “Let me take my time with you, sweetheart. Let me make it special.”
She nods slowly as I reach her knee. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Anything.” I suck at the inside of her thigh. Her sun warmed skin tastes so fucking good.
She takes a deep breath, and her breasts jiggle invitingly. I bet they taste even better.
With a hungry growl, I climb on top of her and tug that translucent cotton bra down.
Her nipples are tight round peaks, coppery raspberries that make me lick my lips.
“I did a lot of research about you over the last few weeks,” she breathes as I brush my lips over her flesh. Her voice cracks. “Watched every video I could find where you were in the background. I liked the look of you.”
Oh, fuck. “Did you, now?”
I tease one tip with my tongue.
“Y-yes,” she manages to get out.
I latch on to her and suck.
She cries, arching her back, and that’s enough of that secret for now. She can save the rest for later, when I’m done making her feel good.
I lap at her tits, tasting as much of her as I can pull into my mouth.
She squirms under me, clutching at my arms, her fingers only wrapping part way around my straining muscles.
