“I…I…” She stammered as he sucked on her throat, moaned when he kissed her skin all the way to her lips, latching on the second he got there.
She stopped struggling as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, stroking her, devouring her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, and he could feel the heat of her * through both their clothes. With a low growl, he released her wrists and she immediately entangled her hands in his hair, tugging as she spread her fingers against the back of his head, pulling him closer, if that was possible.
With his hands on her ass, he walked them into the front sitting room, luckily one that was under-utilized. Not that he cared—he would fuck her right on the staircase in the foyer at the moment.
He set her down, kneeling in front of her, lips still locked, hands now roaming. She had the tiniest waist, and her body was lean and tight in all the right places. He slipped a hand under her shirt, his fingers trailing along her soft skin. He stroked her breasts, one after the other. They were small to match her body but enough for him, her perky little nipples straining against the cotton of her bra. He growled as she slipped her hand down between his legs to stroke his cock and balls through his pants, rubbing him into a frenzy.
He pulled his lips away to stare down at her. “Naked. Now.”
She glanced over his shoulder, a flicker of surprise flashing across her face. He held his breath. She met his stare once again and smiled before pulling away to rip her shirt up over her head. She had her jeans peeled from her body in record time as well. She tossed them aside and locked eyes with him, this time with a wicked grin. Brave, bold, sexy as fucking hell. He liked that too. His wolf prowled in the background, nudging toward the prize.
Bite her. Claim her. Make her ours.
He leaned in, licked her neck again, right where he was going to mark her. Right there in the tender curve, the sweetest spot He sucked her skin briefly, then moved his hand around her back, unhooked her bra then tossed it aside. He trailed his lips down to her jutting, pebble-sized, pink little nipples.
Her hands were in his hair again, pushing him down, urging him to continue exploring her body. It was all the invitation he could ever want. One last lick of her nipples and he went straight for his prize, hooked his fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled them away from her glistening, soaking wet *. He wanted to taste her right there. Her swollen folds beckoning him. He moaned, spread her thighs wider, licked his lips and then licked hers.
She gasped as he plunged his tongue into her, sucking her juices into his mouth before pulling out and continuing up. Her clit, a little hard pearl begged for a taste. He gave one teasing lick that had her clenching her fingers tightly in his hair then pulled the bud into his mouth and sucked it hard. She bucked against him, pressing him closer, begging with her body. He liked that. He stroked her thigh, her skin so soft and silky, his touch raised tiny goose bumps as he trailed his fingers closer to her *. He wanted to feel her wrapped tightly around his fingers, wanted to know what to look forward to when he penetrated her with his cock.
He rolled his tongue over her clit, dipping down to suck on her lips then continuing the cycle as he slipped two fingers into her *, easing into the tight sheath, moaning against her flesh at the warm, wet cushion that hugged him. It was almost too much to bear—the anticipation, the need. His wolf growled, its desire mounting.
Claim her. She is ours.
Jaylon hooked his fingers up, rubbed along the roof of her sheath until he felt that unmistakable little bump, then pressed in hard, stroking her into a writhing frenzy, licking, sucking, unrelenting until she let out a long moan, her body arched, her head hanging back, her * quivering. He didn’t stop until she fell limp, languid, legs spread wide in invitation.
He pulled back and licked his lips again, then tugged her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. With a smile that he knew was cocky as shit, he stared down at what he’d done. Her * was dripping, her body open, her hands above her head. Eyes hooded, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
He unzipped his pants, pushed them to his knees, grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the settee. Without another wasted second, he plunged his dick in to the hilt. She took him with a moan, her legs wrapped around his hips, her body already rocking, urging him to move.
He laid his thumb against her swollen clit, and began to stroke as he rolled his hips, her * so tight around his cock that he thought he might be hurting her. She was so wet though, her juices soaking his balls, his cock sliding in and out like a well oiled piston. She was watching him too, her eyes never straying from their joined bodies, biting her bottom lip as she flicked and pinched her nipples.
“Look at me, Aubrey.”