She leaned into him and slipped her hand beneath his pants, her soft fingers tentative on his erection. Kit groaned. He reached for her but only managed to brush her curls with the tips of his fingers before the tightness of her jeans restricted his movement.
Her mouth moved over his throat and he cupped one large breast. Rhiannon squiggled on top of him and half fell to the floor. Kit lurched to catch her and kicked the driver’s window with the heel of his boot before cracking the back of his head on the passenger door.
“This isn’t working,” he groused. “Anyone who says they got pregnant in a car is a liar.”
Rhiannon laughed. “There’s a couple blankets behind the seat. Wanna get in the back?”
Kit ignored the small voice inside him that warned him once again to take off. To leave her before he did something he couldn’t take back.
He wanted her. He couldn’t take her as his mate tonight, but he could take her body and give his in return.
***
A few minutes later they stretched out on a couple old threadbare blankets in the lumpy bed of the pick-up. Rhiannon unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. She couldn’t make eye contact with Kit, but he didn’t notice.
All his focus zeroed in on her breasts. She squealed—actually squealed—when he pounced on her and fixated on licking, sucking, and biting every inch of her bare, silky skin.
Tiny gasps of pleasure left her lips with each exhale. She dug her nails into his back and grappled with his pants, unable to reach far enough to remove them.
Kit raised his hips and tore his jeans and boxers off. His dick seeped hot, sticky, pre-cum. He clasped her hand in his and guided her on how to stroke his cock.
Inarticulate groans rolled from his throat. The connection between them popped and fizzed, adding to her pleasure.
Kit moved lower to kiss her soft belly and the curve of her hip. Hooking her waistband in his fingers, he stripped her jeans and panties down over her hips and thighs.
She toed her sneakers off and Kit yanked her clothing over her feet. Dragging him forward until the head of his cock prodded between her legs and grazed her slick, aroused flesh, she trembled.
“Kit?” Soft and unsure, Rhiannon didn’t quite recognize her own voice.
He kissed along her lower jaw and rocked his hips forward to slide his cock along her. God, he bumped right across her entrance...so close.
“Kit.” She grabbed his hip. “I’ve never done this before.”
He swallowed hard and went still, body taut and frozen above her. His irises flashed green-gold.
“Me neither.” He let his weight rest on his left forearm. Kit replaced his cock with his fingers.
He pushed his forefinger inside her and she gripped his wrist, showing him how she liked to be touched. They moved together, her other hand wrapped around his thick length.
“I want you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He stretched her with a second finger and she winced. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
She rocked her hips. “It’ll be fine.”
Was he going to talk the whole time? Any other guy would have been humping her already.
He kissed his way down her chest to her belly and paused with his mouth above her pubic bone.
“What are you—”
Shock crashed over her. An impossible jolt of ecstasy spiraled through her in a whirlwind. Kit licked over and around her clit, his eyes raised to catalogue every reaction. He moved his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, opening her wider.
Her innocence was being stripped away under his touch, and being replaced by an urgent driving force. Kit sucked hard on the bundle of nerves and the pleasure almost drowned her.
***
Not bad for a virgin. Kit nipped her inner thigh, unable to stop teasing her. He loved the way she jerked and twitched as her orgasm continued to trickle through her system. Thank God for older brothers and cousins who’d told him about their conquests and how to make sure a woman got as much out of sex as he did.
She was too tight, too small for him to shove his cock into her without helping her come first. Her taste lingered on his tongue, and her inner walls fluttered around his fingers.
“Are you still sure?” His cougar clamored inside, chuffing with excitement.
She cleared her throat. “Condom?”
He fumbled for his pants and fished the foil packet out of a pocket. He sheathed himself and moved to lay over her. Rhiannon twined her legs around him.
“You’re sure.” Kit caressed her thigh, the connection he’d been aware of since the first time they met a live and humming presence inside him.
“Yeah.” Spreading her legs wider, she rose to meet him in a kiss that rekindled the driving, relentless urge to bury himself inside her.
The cradle of her body accommodated his heavier, muscular weight. He held his cock and guided himself to her entrance. The head slid into her, and they both held their breath.
The tips of his fingers tingled, a sure warning his claws would erupt any moment. Rhiannon clasped his fingers. He dropped his forehead down to rest against hers.
“Okay?” he whispered.