She glanced at her sleeping bag and then back up at him. “So you’re just planning to lie there and hold me until I fal asleep?”
“Yep.” He dropped his forehead to hers and dragged in her feminine scent, grateful beyond words that she was here with him, that she was the person she was. Unstoppable force of nature, and he wouldn’t have it any other way, even when she made him crazy.
“I won’t want you just to hold me if we’re that close and in a horizontal position.”
He closed his eyes and ran his hands up and down her back, a laugh straggling out of him as his body had a predictable reaction to her words. “Whatever you need, sweetheart.”
“Nocturnal activities, I think.” And then she pul ed him down for a kiss.
It was like setting a match to a powder keg. Al the emotions roiling around inside him suddenly had a focus, somewhere to go. The relief was so sharp it almost drove him to his knees.
He wanted to go slow, wanted to be gentle, to show her how he’d come to cherish her. Hel , he wanted to be in control enough to do any of those things. Instead, he jerked at her shirt, wrenching it over her head. He didn’t even bother to remove her bra before he latched onto her nipple. He sucked her through the lace, used the fabric to stimulate her to a thrusting little nub. His fingers offered the same rough treatment to her other nipple, and she squealed when he bit her lightly.
“Merek!” Her fingers splayed over his chest, moved down his T-shirt to his pants, and she fumbled with his fly. Her hand on his cock was enough to make him wild, lust eating away at his restraint. He divested them both of their clothing in short order and dragged her down to her sleeping bag.
He jerked her thighs wide, and thrust himself deep inside her. She hissed between her teeth, not quite wet enough for his entry to be easy. He shuddered and buried his face in the crook of her neck, a low groan ripping from his throat. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait.”
She stroked her hands down his back, turning her head to kiss his ear. “Then you’d better make it up to me.”
A chuckle slipped out, and he lifted his head to look down at her. “Would two or three orgasms before I get to come be penance enough?”
She sniffed. “Three.”
“I’l see what I can do.”
“Good.” Humor glinted in her eyes, the shifting kaleidoscope of greens and browns, blues and golds, al the clearer from this close.
He licked his fingertips, lifting his torso to be able to reach between them. Stroking his damp fingers over her clit made her gasp and writhe, which forced his cock even deeper inside her. They both groaned, but he continued toying with her while her flesh grew wetter, her muscles flexing around his shaft. She squirmed beneath him, the gold flecks in her eyes glowing with magic.
“Do you want me to use spel s, or should we do this the old-fashioned way?” He let his fingertips circle her clit with slow, deliberate promise, so she’d know exactly what she was in for.
She lifted her hips into his caress. “Is that real y a question?”
Chuckling, he let a spel vibrate down his arm and out through his hand. Her eyes went wide, and she screamed, arching as she came for him, her pussy fisting around him. A wave of her magic hit him, skated over his skin, and lodged in his bel y, a slow fire that made his cock jerk. He had to grit his teeth and run through police procedure in his mind to keep from coming with her.
“That’s one,” he said when he could speak again. Sliding out of her made him groan, but he knew he wouldn’t last if he stayed inside her for her next orgasm.
Kissing his way down her torso, he let his tongue flick out to taste each plush nipple in turn. They tightened for him, darkening to a deep raspberry. He sucked one hard, and his fingers plucked and twisted the other.
Sending a light shock from the tip of his tongue made her jolt and squeal. Her thighs closed around one of his, and she rubbed herself against him.
He grinned, kissed his way upward to lick her throat, and sent a swift tingle to her from every inch of skin that touched her. She shivered, gooseflesh breaking out. Working her with his thigh, he rocked against her pelvis until she gasped his name in his ear, nipped at his shoulder, and sucked on his earlobe. “Please, Merek. I’m going to come again. Please.”
He rode her clit with his leg, flexing the muscles until they burned with the strain. Her nails raked down his back, sending wicked pleasure into his flesh, a spel that made him choke with need. She arched under him, the magic they used cycling, reverberating, expanding their ecstasy until a hoarse cry burst from his throat.
Her wetness increased, the scent intoxicating as it dampened the hair on his thigh. Gods, he wanted inside her, wanted that wet heat hugging his cock. He groaned against her neck, biting down on the tendon.
“Merek!” Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders, and he felt her pussy spasm against his leg. She gave a little sob as she bucked in his arms. He held her in place, sliding down to kiss the soft curve of her bel y, nip at her navel, until he reached the part of her he wanted most. She whimpered, “Oh, gods. I don’t think I can . . .”
“Nuh-uh. Two more for you, and one for me. No backing out now, Standish.” How many times would he need to make her come before she was exhausted enough to sleep through a dark night in the wilderness?
He was about to find out. Flicking his tongue against her swol en clit, he heard her broken moan.
“Please,” she whispered, but her fingers slid into his hair, holding him close to her slick sex. Gooseflesh broke over his scalp from a fresh pleasure spel . His hips arched in reflex, rubbing his cock against her sleeping bag.
It felt too good, and he fought to keep from moving his body in the same rhythm he worked hers. Turning his head, he bit the inside of her thigh. Hard. She choked, her fingers clenched painful y in his hair, and her back bowed. “Yes, Merek!”
Forcing her thighs flat to the sleeping bag, he opened her for his feasting. The sweetness of her cream flowed into his mouth, and he buried his tongue in her soaking pussy, thrusting until he felt her excitement crest. Her low cries, her pleading moans, kissed his ears. He formed his lips around her clit, sucking it hard.
Sinking his fingers into her hot sex, he stroked her until she could take three fingers easily. Her channel clamped down on him, and he bit her clit, holding it between his teeth as he flicked his tongue rapidly across the little nub.
“Merek . . . Oh, gods. Oh, gods! ”
The feel of her squeezing around his fingers, the scent of her musky passion, the sobbing cries, snapped his control. He bolted upward, settling on top of her, and shoving her thighs even wider with his. He thrust deep, the last of her contractions wringing his cock. Kissing her lips, he let her taste her own wetness while he began moving within her. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop.
Inside the tepee, he didn’t have to worry about a Normal seeing the lightning bolts of his favored pleasure spel s like he had in the lake. Here, he could make her writhe and scream for him. He licked a slow path up the side of her throat, sending a jolt here and there with the very tip of his tongue. She sucked in a breath, but arched her neck for him. Her nails raked down his back, her own spel s making the pleasure-pain burn beneath his skin and spread.
The pace he set was hard, pounding, punishing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting herself into his thrusts.
“Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” And so fucking tight. Her passage was so narrow and swol en, she squeezed him in an iron grip.
Grinding his hips downward, he sent a bolt of magic sizzling into her hard little clit, down the length of his cock and into her creamy pussy, stimulating them both until they groaned and shuddered at the intensity.