Page 6 of A Cougar's Kiss
“Fuck!”
His hands were on her waist, lifting her and sitting her on the conference table. She spread her legs as he leaned her back.
“Yes.”
His lips peeled back, a guttural growl ripping free just before they found hers in a savage kiss. There was no preamble here, no slow and romantic start to the first kiss, just teeth and tongues, dueling, tussling, and moving at a pace that matched the beat of their hearts and the lust of their cats. Her short nails scraped the bare skin of his neck as she held the back of his head and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He leaned over the table until her back was flat, tilting his head to take the kiss deeper. There was a loud thumping sound in his head, either her heartbeat or his, it was so loud and so alluring he could only focus on the sound, not who it belonged to. The scent of her arousal wafted up between them and he inhaled deeply as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
He moved his hands up, yanking at the shirt she wore, pushing it up until he needed to break their kiss and her hold on him to get it off. She obliged his efforts by pulling away and lifting her arms over her head. The shirt was off in seconds and he saw that she wore no bra. Another growl escaped, and then one taut nipple was between his sharp teeth.
“Oh yes!”
Was she startled or just excited? Was it good or nah?
Her hand slapped against the back of his head again, holding him tight in that position. That definitely meant good.
She was feeding him and he was taking, sucking her breast like a starving child. He touched her other breast, kneading it as he sucked its twin deep into his mouth. Fireworks exploded inside of him, sparks of heated desire pelting his skin until he was certain he would simply melt with the fierce heat of this growing passion.
“This is what I wanted.” She gasped between words, pressing her breast further into his mouth, if that were even possible. “It’s exactly what I came for.”
He tore his mouth away from her. “Then it’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
His hands were on the button of her pants, ripping the zipper so that he could push them down her legs. When she lifted from the table to help rid herself of the pants and her underwear, Keller stepped back and undid his pants so the pounding erection could spring free. Her gaze dropped to his length and he gripped it in his hands, stroking from the base to the tip while she watched.
“You sure this is what you want?” His throat felt scratchy, blood pulsing quick and hot through his veins. “There’s no going back.”
The words sounded ominous but that’s what he wanted. He needed her to be skeptical, unsure, possibly even afraid, that way she would say no and he could step back and go on about his business.
She lifted her gaze to meet his and slowly leaned back onto the table, propping herself up on her elbows before spreading her legs. “I’m sure you’re what I want.”
Fuck! This time the word ricocheted in his mind because he knew in the second she’d said those words that this was going to go downhill fast.
He stepped between her legs once more, lifting them up until her feet were flat on the table.
“Then it’s what you’re gonna get,” he growled the words out and pressed the thick tip of his dick to the waiting haven of her pussy.
She let her head fall back and moaned. “Just do it, Keller. Please, just do it!”
He did. Letting those words float in the air, he closed his eyes and pushed inside of her. The cat stretched and roared as the man grit his teeth and cursed. He felt strangled, warm and cocooned. She was so tight, so damn tight as her coated walls stretched to accommodate him. His eyes popped open and he glared down to see her mouth was gaped open, eyes closed, nails scraping the lacquer-top table.
“This is your first time!” It was a statement, not a question because he knew and he hated that he hadn’t realized before.
“Just do it, Keller. Please, just don’t stop. Don’t.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, undulating her hips to force him to move. “This is what I want. And it feels so good, doesn’t it? Don’t we feel good together?”
Again, no lies detected.
But he didn’t have to verbally co-sign what he knew was madness. Instead he pulled back slowly, watching her eyes widen, her mouth prepared to ask him to keep going again, and then he sank back inside the hottest, tightest, cove he’d ever been inside before. Thrusting quickly, in and out of her, Keller closed his eyes and let the lust take over. He grasped her ankles, lifting her legs into the air and spreading them into a wide V.
She moaned with his movements, called his name, said some other words, he didn’t know, didn’t care. He just wasn’t going to stop, not until the end. She was so slick and hot, pleasure rippling through his veins like a chain reaction. Her breasts bobbed with his motions, perfect mounds with deliciously dark nipples that were a deep contrast to the light tawny tone of her skin. A gorgeous contrast that matched the darkness of her hair and the luminescence of her eyes. The body he’d noted before as slim and tight was so much more as he pushed her legs back until her ass lifted from the table and he could stare down to see himself sinking deep inside of her.
His shoulders bunched under the intense pleasure of watching their bodies join, her essence coating his dick, her core sucking him deep inside again and again. Letting one leg slip down to rest on the table he held the other high and tilted his hips so that he was diving deeper into her from a side angle.
“You!” It was the only word he could speak as pleasure gripped his throat and threatened to strangle him. She was so open to him, welcoming him, taking everything he was giving even though she was inexperienced. He wanted more, needed so much more.
He pulled out and rolled her over onto her knees. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her delectable ass back toward him and let his dick find its way home, slipping through her crease until he was once again easing inside of her.
“Hold on,” he growled and clasped her hips before thrusting into her again.
She flattened her palms on the top of the table and dipped her back like the flexible cat she was. Keller pounded into her with all the frustration and pent up desire he’d been storing for the last three months. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud and intoxicating. The low mewl of her cat was melodic and drove him harder, faster.
“You want it, you got it,” he snapped. “All of it, Ms. Shya! You get all of it!”
Her head dropped and then lifted as she turned to look at him over her shoulder with full cat eyes. Her body tensed and she purred while her release ripped through her. The sight of her in the throes of pleasure, the feel of her walls strangling his dick left him no choice, he came. In fierce hot and powerful thrusts, his release burst free. When he thought his chest would explode with the intensity of his thrusts and release, Keller stopped moving. He gripped her hips so tight his blunt-tipped nails pressed into her skin. Thoroughly ensconced in her he could barely breathe but he didn’t dare move. It felt too good, too right.
In response to her question, yes, he did like how they felt together.
He shouldn’t have, but he did.
And when she wiggled her ass back against him, he wanted to spank her, to rest the palm of his hand on the beautifully curved globe again and again. Because she needed to be punished. She needed to know that this was wrong. It was a mistake. And it wasn’t over. Dammit, this wasn’t over, not by a longshot.
