Page 86 of Emerald Flame
As he penetrated her body with his tongue, she slung her legs onto his shoulders and back. He rubbed his hands up and down her outer thighs as he plunged in and out.
She writhed. “I’m so close.”
The words spurred him on. He thrust harder, faster.
This was Warren. Man. Wolf. A mythological god and he was taking her to the heights.
Pleasure built, and suddenly erupted in an explosion of ecstasy. She gave a cry as waves poured through her, rising through her body and flooding her head.
He slowed down, but didn’t stop. He kept thrusting. She looked at him and she could see the wicked gleam in his eye.What?
You need to come again. Right now.
Before she knew what he meant to do, he placed a hand on her mons and small arcs of electricity flowed through her flesh. At the same time, he drove his tongue into her again, thrusting wickedly.
Her whole body did a kind of rolling arch. He pushed down harder in an erotic massage, more sparks of electricity then thrust faster.
She twisted one way then the other. Lights danced over her mind. The next thing she knew, ecstasy broke again only this time sharper, more intense.
She cried out once more as he kept pummeling her with his tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her sex, then her abdomen. Her entire chest expanded.
Finally, the sensations passed and she lay slack on the bed. He eased her legs off his shoulders. They were like jelly. She could hardly move she felt so good, so peaceful, so content.
He slid an arm beneath her back then the other behind her knees. He gently shifted her toward the middle of the bed.
He carefully positioned himself between her knees, then bent over her, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders. “Satisfied?”
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, her other cheek.
“Amazingly. Lights flashed in my head as I came.” She caressed his neck then his face. His skin was almost smooth, now, though a silvery remnant of the damage remained.
He glanced down at her chest where most of the torture had occurred. His deep voice rolled over her. “You were right about the scarring.”
He leaned down and kissed the silvery streaks then her breasts. He took time suckling each in turn.
Pleasure flowed once more, swirling over her sex. She used the moment wisely and caressed the muscles of his arms. She let her fingers flow over the dips and valleys. Each contour presented something new to experience. Sometimes, several muscles were outlined. She strained toward them as he worked her breasts.
She kissed and licked what she could reach, savoring the taste of his skin. His wolf and storm scent was rich in the air and on her tongue.
She wanted to memorize every contour of his body because despite these glorious moments, she knew it couldn’t last. In the end, she would have to leave and the memories would be all she would have left.
She felt desperate and caressed his neck but giving just enough of a shove to push him off her breast. “My turn. On your back, wolf.”
He smiled as he flipped over.
His cock was upright and rigid, hard as granite.
She stretched out next to his groin and took her time. She stroked his thighs, moving her hand slowly up one muscled leg then the other. She stopped just short of his cock.
His hips arched and his cock rose. Her mouth watered.
The sight of him made her ache, knowing how good it would feel to have him buried inside her and pushing into her once more.
She rose up on her elbow then leaned down and slowly swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. She flicked her tongue along the ridge and had the pleasure of hearing small gasps burst from his throat.
Using one of her hands, she very gently stroked down the length of his cock then back up. With her tongue, she gathered moisture in her hand then went back down and began a slow steady stroke.
She licked the tip of his cock and flicked several times with just the tip.
