Page 42 of Bearing Secrets
“You have a hard-on again.”
18
She felt awkward bringing the matter up, butithad been growing from the instant she turned to face him. At first ignoring it had seemed like the best way to go, but when she started to feel it poking her stomach, well, there was only so much she could let slide.
“Sorry.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” The words just sort of came out. In her mind, the thought had been a joke, a pointed humoroussuggestionabout getting him off to help him out that way—but instead, the words were filled with heat and a sultriness she hadn’t even realized she was feeling.
Kirell’s eyes darted down to the bulge in his sweatpants, then back at her. He was trying to judge if she was serious or not.
Sorry, bud, I’m trying to figure out the same thing!
On the whole, the idea of sleeping with Kirell was appealing. He was a knockout in the looks department, and she knew he was more than skilled already in the bedroom, just from the way he’d touched her earlier.
That had to be what had spurred her little outburst just now. While they’d been lying on the floor, he’d gotten her all riled up, and then just left her high and dry. Her ovaries were as blue as the sky right now, most likely.
“Natalia…I don’t want to force you.” His voice was deep and gravelly but try as he might, Kirell couldn’t disguise his desire from her. His desireforher.
“You want me.”
He nodded. “I didn’t intend for this to happen.”
“I know. You told me it would be at my discretion.” Her fingers curled until her nails dug into his skin. “I’ve made my choice.”
She placed her hand firmly against the massive tent in his pants, feeling the thickness of his shaft through the flimsy material.
Kirell started in surprise, but didn’t hesitate. Strong hands grabbed her by the waist and spun. In two long strides, her back bounced against the wall with the perfect amount of roughness to stir up her arousal to new heights.
Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him and she lowered her face to his, crushing his lips in a fiery display that awoke one of those feral growls that men give when you thoroughly turn them on. Kirell’s was deeper, more animalistic than any she’d experienced before, and it made her heart skip a beat.
It did other things to her as well, but she was too busy fencing with his tongue and digging her nails into the tough skin of his back to pay too much attention.
Fabric ripped as he tore the shirt from her body with one hand. His fingers gripped the center of it and just pulled. She gasped, the fabric grazing her hardened nipples as he pulled it off, making them stand completely to attention as he turned his hungry eyes upon them.
“Fucckk,” she murmured as his mouth closed around one nipple, the warmth of his tongue moving in circles and sending blasts of wondrous pleasure directly into her center. Her hands moved up his back, gripping the nape of his neck and the back of his skull as she held him tightly to her chest, shuddering in his grip.
There was nothing romantic about what they were doing. It wasn’t soft and sensual, and she didn’t care. Natalia wanted him, and wanted to be used by him. Kirell was picking up on that and he tossed her onto the bed, grabbing her legs and flipping her over before lifting her waist.
She lay pressed into the soft fabric of the sheets as he pulled the shorts over her ass and down to her knees, leaving her completely exposed. A moment later, his tongue slid between her legs and she gripped the comforter tight at the wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume her entire body.
“Kirell,” she moaned, calling his name as he repeated the motion, moving slowly. Everything was rough except for the press of his tongue. That warm, wet organ slipped softly over her sensitive bits, getting them used to the attention. She’d never had someone do this from behind before, and it was different, but it fit with the more debased mood of their coupling.
She could feel herself growing swollen and wet for him. Kirell knew just the speed to go, somehow maintaining a perfect rhythm to his motions as well, and before long she cried out, her entire body stiffening as an orgasm swept over her, robbing her of much of her strength.
Falling to the side, she couldn’t stay upright anymore, but Kirell didn’t object. He simply pulled the pants the rest of the way off her, wrapped one arm around both her upper legs and lifted her from the bed to his mouth.
She gasped in surprise at being nearly completely vertical and upside down, only her shoulders on the bed, but now he could bury his face completely between her legs, and she soon forgot where she was, let alone what position he had her in. The combination of his tongue against her clit and the raw sexuality and power of the man pleasuring her was overwhelming, and she came again, hard.
“No, no,” she giggled, too sensitive for much more. “I need a break. From that.” Her eyes roamed over his chest, watching it rise and fall with his heavy breathing, then down over his ripped stomach, and to the waistband of his pants. “Take those off.”
Kirell obliged happily, revealing his thick, hard cock for the first time. It was even more impressive than she’d thought from feeling it. Natalia wasn’t about to stare at it, admiring it. She inched back onto the bed and beckoned him with as sexual acome hitherfinger curl as she possessed.
The huge man—no, theshifter—knelt on the edge of the bed and followed her, his huge body covering her completely. The heat he was giving off warmed any part of her that might have been cool, leaving in its place only a dull ache brought on by a feeling of emptiness. She needed him inside of her.
Now.
Kirell picked up on her desires and grabbed the base of his cock, lining it up between her legs before slowly pushing himself past her swollen entry and inside. Both of them gasped, locking eyes as they experienced the moment together. She adjusted quicker than expected to his girth and in seconds was scraping at his back, begging to take him deeper.
