She smiled. Battise was asking permission, even if it sounded like a command. So his style. She could be as direct.
In answer she reached down between them and fisted him. He was hot and hard and trembling with the need for action. As he groaned in pleasure she took advantage, pumping him a little just to make certain he knew he wasn’t the only one with control. “No more talk.”
Within moments they were entangled on the bed. Law had a new directive in his head: Do this right. For her.
He took advantage of her prone position to trail his fingers down her arms and cover her breasts. Lifting them to his lips, he took a nipple between his teeth, tugging and licking first one and then the other. He loved the way she squirmed under him. No doubt his whiskers tickled her as he whisked his beard lightly back and forth over her tender nipples. She was moaning low. Maybe he was hurting her. But she grabbed handfuls of his hair to hold him in place when he lifted his head to check. Her eyes were tightly shut, her mouth slightly open. The sight was even more erotic than the sound of his zipper being lowered by her. His cock was weeping with need, and they hadn’t even gotten past second base. But that was about to change.
He shucked her pants and panties down her hips and slid a hand under her butt. He pulled her in tight. That action spread her thighs an inch. Enough for his fingers to slide under and then up. She was wet, so ready for him.
Jori sighed in surrender to the sensations swirling through her. His stroking was gentle at first, working her tender folds until her body lubed the passage of those thick, clever fingers. Heat pooled in her pelvis and spilled from her body onto his hand from the friction created by his fingers.
Jori lifted her hands away from the hard expanse of his shoulders and placed them back against the bedding, a moment of complete surrender.
“Oh yeah. I want you all wet and coming in my hand.” He smiled at her an instant before covering her mouth with his.
He slipped his other hand up between her soft thighs to tease the feminine nub at the top of her sex. Her shuddery moan made him smile in response. She was juicy and warm, and ready for him. She whimpered as he parted the wet silk of her lips. The jackhammer need pushing him almost made him forget.
He rolled off her suddenly and sat up.
Gasping at his sudden withdrawal, Jori sat up. “What? What’s wrong?”
The annoyed look on her face made Law smile. Oh, she was into him.
“My leg.” He pointed to his prosthesis. “I need to take this off. Okay?”
Jori batted the sweat out of her eyes, only now aware that he was completely naked. She must have made a sound as he removed the prosthesis because he looked back over his shoulder at her.
“Am I freaking you out?”
She shook her head tightly. What was freaking her out was that he had stopped making love to her when she was on the verge of her first male-induced orgasm in nearly four years. “Just hurry.”
Nodding, he rolled the sheath down and carefully lay it to one side and then did the same with the protective sock. Finally he turned back to her. “Good to go.”
His rough beard scraped lightly down her belly until it lost its effectiveness in her own curls. And then his tongue slipped out and began to explore her wet folds.
“Oh … geez!”
Law couldn’t agree more. But at the moment he was too busy using his tongue to speak. He spread her thighs a little more to get to the core of her and then proceeded to offer her his own special brand of tongue-loving.
She came suddenly and hard against his mouth. He held her in place with firm hands on her hips while he gently nibbled her until she stopped erupting in little rhythmic cries of pleasure. Even as she tried to come down the flicks of his tongue were urging her toward another peak that rose so steeply, it bordered on pain.
“Too much!” She pushed against him, bracing her hands on his sweaty shoulders. “Oh, what are you doing to me?”
“Easy, easy. We’re just getting started.” He slid up her body and pressed his rock-hard cock against her so that she understood how ready he was.
When she could catch her breath, Jori looked up to find him hovering above her, balancing his weight on his hands. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
He smiled and produced a packet. “I was born prepared.”
That wasn’t as reassuring as she knew he meant it to sound. No, screw that! She felt wonderful and wanted more. Wanted him.
She grabbed the packet from him.
“What are you doing?”
She tore it with her teeth. “You’re moving pretty slow for a heartless fucker.”