Page 63 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“Suck me,ja, fuck me with your sweet mouth and tighten your lips around me. Take me deep. No teeth, though. I’m not a fan.”
“Ravn…that must…”
“Do not say it is a sin when it’s pure bliss for a man.”
“‘Bliss’?”
“Ja.” He squeezed her ass as he seemed so fond of doing. “Your mouth around my cock, warm and wet and adoring, will bring me such pleasure.”
“I did not know.”
“I have much to teach you.” He grinned, that wicked, exciting tilt of his lips that did funny things to her insides.
She gulped and wondered briefly if her husband was the greatest sinner of all or if every man asked this of their wives. She pulled in a deep breath. “So you had better teach me this too.”
“I am sure it will come naturally.” He applied gentle pressure to her shoulder, as though urging her down his body the way he’d slid down hers the night before. “Do what feels right and you will soon know if it is.”
She came face to face with his cock and he released it as though offering it to her to play with.
Play, aye, that is perhaps what I should do.
She took it in her hand and mimicked his previous movement, stroking it from root to tip.
He groaned and let his head flop back, his abdominal muscles tightened.
“You’re hot,” she said. “Your cock is hot.”
“And you’re making me hotter.”
The bliss-soaked rumble in his tone gave her a smidgen of confidence and she held his cock still, poked out her tongue, and swept it over the tip.
“Ah, Carmel…ja…more.” He rested his palm over her head. “More of your mouth.”
His cock pulsed and the masculine scent of him filled her nose. Heat from his body poured onto hers and her pussy quivered with anticipation.
“Please.”
Again, that sense of feminine power came over her. Ravn needed her in a real basic, primitive way right now and she felt ten times taller, a hundred times stronger for it.
But she would give him what he was practically begging for.
She opened her mouth and took the shiny, domed head of his cock between her lips.
He groaned, long and guttural. His body seemed to vibrate as though energy were battling to release.
Taking him a little deeper, his slightly salt flavor slid onto her tongue. She liked it—a lot—and wrapped her tongue around his thick shaft as if enfolding it in a blanket.
His fingers tightened in her hair and his thighs shook.
She guessed she was doing it right.
With her right hand, she caressed his leg, sweeping upward to his balls. Gently, she tickled over them with her fingernails.
“Oh, in the name of Odin,” he muttered. “Carmel…”
That was his way of telling her he liked what she was doing. So she took him further into her mouth, until her cheeks puffed, and she cupped his balls so she could gently stroke over the sparser hairs at the base of them.
“Mmm…ja…fuck…” he moaned. “I like that.”
