Page 56 of Purring for Her Lion
I settle between her thighs again, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. The feeling of her, hot and wet and ready for me, nearly undoes my control. I have to close my eyes, take a deep breath.
“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to hear it one more time.
In answer, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward, taking the first inch of me inside her. We both groan at the sensation.
“I’m sure,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “I want this. I want you.”
I push forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But she takes me beautifully, her body yielding to mine as if we were made for each other.
When I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, forehead pressed to hers, our breath mingling in the small space between us. She feels incredible—tight and hot and perfect around me.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of keeping still.
She nods, her hands coming up to cup my face. “More than okay. Move, Roarke. Please.”
I start with slow, deep thrusts, each one drawing a soft sound from her throat. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, tangling in my mane as she pulls me down for a kiss that’s all heat and need.
Gradually, I increase the pace, driven by her encouragement—the way she lifts her hips to meet each thrust, the breathy “yes” and “more” and “harder” that fall from her lips. I’m losing myself in her, in the feel of her around me, in the knowledge that she’s finally, truly mine.
“You feel so good,” I growl against her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. “So perfect for me.”
“For you,” she agrees, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “Only for you.”
The possessive satisfaction that courses through me at her words is almost overwhelming. I slide a hand between us, finding where we’re joined, circling her clit with my thumb. I want tofeel her come around me, want to feel her pleasure from the inside.
She climaxes with a cry that I’m sure the neighbors could hear if we had any close by. Her inner walls clamp down on me, pulsing rhythmically, almost pulling my own release from me. But I’m not ready for this to end, not yet.
I slow my movements, letting her catch her breath as the aftershocks subside. She looks up at me with dazed eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her face.
“You’re using that smirk against me,” she accuses softly, tracing my lower lip with her finger. “You know I have no defense against it.”
I hadn’t realized I was smirking, but I don’t deny it. “Is it working?”
“You know it is,” she says, and then, with surprising strength, she pushes against my chest. “Let me show you something else that works.”
I allow her to guide me onto my back, curious to see what she has in mind. She straddles me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hand wrapping around my cock to position it at her entrance. The sight of her above me, taking control, is more arousing than I could have imagined.
She sinks down on me slowly, her head falling back, a long, low moan escaping her as she takes me to the hilt. My hands find her hips, helping to support her as she begins to move.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, watching the play of emotions across her face as she rides me. “So beautiful.”
She finds a rhythm that works for both of us, rising and falling on my length with increasing confidence. My hands roam her body—cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, sliding down to where we’re joined to circle her clit again.
“Roarke,” she gasps, her movements becoming more erratic as she approaches another peak. “I’m close... I’m so close...”
“Come for me,” I urge her, bucking my hips up to meet her downward movements. “Let me feel you.”
She does, her inner muscles clenching around me as she cries out my name. The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the tight grip of her body on mine, nearly pushes me over the edge. But I still have other plans for us.
When she collapses against my chest, breathing hard, I give her only a moment’s rest before flipping our positions again. She lands on her hands and knees, and I position myself behind her, my cock sliding easily back into her well-prepared body.
“Oh god,” she moans, her head dropping between her shoulders as I fill her from this new angle. “That’s... That’s deep.”
“Too much?” I ask, stilling my movements.
“No,” she says immediately, pushing back against me. “It’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
I grip her hips, holding her steady as I begin to thrust. This position allows me to go deeper, to hit places inside her that make her cry out with each movement. It also satisfies something primal in me—seeing her like this, taking me from behind, submitting to my claim.
