The constriction excited her almost as much as the heavy-lidded look he gave her rosy, dimpled areolas. Each shallow breath she managed to drag into her air-starved lungs lifted the distended tips like offerings.
Please, please suck them! She’d never known her breasts could be so sensitive, so attuned and eager for one man’s attention. Foreplay involving her breasts had always been nice, but only an appetizer.
Now, she’d gladly skip the main course if he’d just suckle-his wicked mouth to her taut stems.
His fingers closed around one peak, plucking, squeezing, twirling-igniting a firestorm that raced from her breast to her womb.
Kili’s breaths shortened, each exhalation a soft groaning sob as her body undulated, seeking to bring him toward her center. Her fingers threaded through his hair and wrapped tight around his skull as she tried to pull him down and bring his lips to her throbbing crests, but he resisted.
Frustrated, she curved her belly, craving more connection, and ground her mons against his belly.
Motionless, he stared at his fingers plucking her ripening nipple. Finally, he grunted, a harsh and fiercely masculine sound, and swooped down to take her breast into his mouth, drawing so hard her toes curled into the furs.
He didn’t stop suctioning-not when she keened high and sharp, not when she clamped her legs around him and bucked, her belly shivering and jerking as he tortured her.
Kili stared at the jagged ceiling of the cave and savored the sensations of the rhythmic pulls of his mouth, the weight of his solid body pressing her into the fur, and the coiling heat building deep inside her. She thought she might come from just his mouth on her breast-a first.
But he released the tip and glanced back up at her face. The darkness creeping into the cave painted deep shadows beneath his sharp cheekbones and cast his eyes in an almost sinister light. Again, he seemed a predatory animal, pausing to gauge whether the mouse he teased still had the strength to play.
Kili panted, unable to rally her mind to wonder what he planned. She trembled, anticipating what he’d kiss next and hoping for something even more breathtaking than what she’d already experienced. “Please, Ice Man.”
Perhaps her urgent tone and the way her nails dug into his flesh gave him the message. The corners of his lips curved upward, forming a slight, satisfied smile. Rather than moving lower down her belly, he simply switched to the other breast, clamping hard on her ruched nipple.
Her back bowed beneath the unrelenting pressure of his lips. Her head thrashed, every sensation painfully intensifying. His hot mouth surrounded her; his teeth grazed and chewed the hard, swollen tip. Even the fur beneath her felt erotically charged-soft, yet prickly on her back and bottom, a counterpoint to the sleek, smooth chest and belly pressing her deeper into the bedding.
She was so wet-so unbelievably hot! Everywhere! Moist, humid heat. Sweat, slick and searing, bonded their bodies where skin met skin. Her sex wept, the swollen folds clasping around nothing, aching to be stretched and filled with his cock.
Teeth bit into her nipple and Kili arched her back, crying out. Ice Man wasn’t just a gladiator-he was a love god!
Three
Gunnar ground his cock into the fur and groaned. Sweet Kili was killing him-coming apart in his arms-and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
Her body shuddered, and she was making those kittenish sounds again-the ones that made his balls so hard he thought he’d explode. Each little jerk and rolling wave of her hips had him ready to slide back up and slam inside her tight, hot cunt. Well past ready, she was hotter than a saber burn.
He didn’t know why he’d drawn out his lovemaking so long. Kili seemed eager enough to get on with it, but his hunger drove him to explore her body and discover every erogenous secret it withheld.
With the women he’d enjoyed before, foreplay had been pleasant, but strictly a preliminary round building to the Grand Slam.
However, Kili’s breasts seemed more delicious and velvety than any he’d ever tasted and miles more responsive. Even her cries were more compelling, building a painful urgency in his loins. One he knew he had to temper or he might hurt her.
Never mind this was just a fantasy-a real mind-fuck. They’d share the memory of this wild-ass dream. Gunnar grew determined she’d never forget him.
So, he curved his tongue around one beaded little point and pushed it against his teeth, rearing his head back to tug it, side to side, pushing her past comfort into the pleasure-pain zone.
Her sexy little gasps and groans quickened like the panting of a cat and he smiled, wondering if she’d purr or snarl when she came.
The scent of her drove him crazy. Her arousal, a mix of wild exotic musk and clean woman, blended with the flavor of her skin-every bit as appetizing as a cinnamony sticky bun.
He released her breast and rose up on his elbows to admire his handiwork. Both nipples were reddened, the tips thick and engorged. Confined above the shelf of her little top, they looked like presents ready for unwrapping.
Because he felt every inch the primitive male, he growled, letting the sound rumble through him, and lowered his eyelids to half-mast before glancing up at her face. Then he reached behind his head and drew down one of her small hands and placed it on her breast.
Kili needed no coaching. Her graceful fingers fluttered over the straining peak, cupping the heavy mound then concentrating her caresses around the blushing areola. Her breaths puffed between her pursed lips as she stared down at what her fingers teased.
He leaned close and tongued her nipple between her fingers. He stroked along the appendages, sucking on fingertips and fluttering against the erect bud that peeked between them. Then he slid down her body to lick along the bottom of her ribcage, all the while holding her fascinated gaze.
Her gaze unknowingly held a touch of innocent wonder, while the teeth nibbling at the corner of her mouth betrayed more than a hint of worry.
He wished he had the faculty to reassure her, but then again, it was empowering knowing he held her entire attention and her body was his for the taking-and so attuned to his love making he’d have her purring before he finished.
He growled again, deep in his throat, loving the way her eyes widened and her breath caught.
From fear or arousal? The latter, he thought, because her legs clamped around him tighter.
He scooted down again, his face now level with her rounded belly. He planted kisses and licked the salt from her moist skin, loving the way her belly jumped each time he surprised her with a sexy bite.
Her navel drew him, the opening a tender little hole that fit the tip of his tongue perfectly. He stroked inside, rimmed it, and pushed on the soft button at the center and her thighs splayed wider as her hips slammed upward against his chest.
Almost there, sweetheart.
He slid down further and grasped the edge of her little skirt and rolled it down to the top of her mons, exposing the first dark hairs peeking from underneath. Feeling a little more teasing was in order, he traced the edges of the skirt with his tongue and fingers, dipping beneath the band of fabric. Her hips wriggled, and he guessed she was ready to lose the skirt entirely.
So was he. He rose up, moving to the side, and pushed the skirt down. She lifted her hips to aid him, and once free, she sighed. She spread wide her legs. An invitation to play he couldn’t resist.
Gunnar lay down beside her and trailed his fingers from her breast to the top of her cunt, twirling his fingertips in her dark curling hair, while his gaze drank in the sight of her white thighs and moist, swollen cleft.
Her hips rose from the fur, and a hand wrapped around his fingers to urge him further down between her legs.