“That feels wonderful,” she sighed. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head slightly, relaxing into his caress.
He smiled. How like a contented cat she looked, all but purring as he stroked her.
As her hair dried, he could see the brilliant reddish tones more clearly. Strands curled slightly around his fingers as he continued to work carefully. There were a few tangles but he patiently got rid of them one at a time.
When he was satisfied that she was dry and warm, he shifted, stretching out beside her. Kathryn smiled sleepily as she rolled onto her back. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” The words were little more than a deep rumble. In truth, he was finding it hard to talk. His entire body was on fire with need for her. Yet, he wasn’t ready to take her. Not yet. First he wanted to touch her. To explore the bounty laid bare before him.
Supporting himself on one arm, he cupped her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her smooth cheek. Her skin was softer than the finest furs. He leaned closer, studying her. One by one he touched the few freckles that dotted her otherwise pale skin.
She wrinkled her nose slightly. “I’ve never liked my freckles.”
“Why?” How could she not like them? He found them fascinating.
“They make me look like a kid.”
He chuckled. “That is not possible, Kathryn. Believe me. There is no doubt that you are all woman.”
She blinked as he stroked his thumb over the curve of her bottom lip. Her mouth parted slightly and he pushed the tip of his thumb inside. Kathryn moaned sexily and nipped the edge of his skin. Now it was his turn to groan.
Her tongue slid over the top of his thumb and down the sides. Marc couldn’t stand it any longer. Pulling his thumb away, he leaned down and tasted her lips. It was the barest of touches but it made his head spin. She smelled of soap and flowers and a hint of womanly musk. She tasted of promises and tomorrows.
Her lips parted as he stroked his tongue inside. Lazily, he explored the wet cavern, tangling his tongue with hers in a slow mating dance.
Her hands slid up his biceps, her short nails lightly scoring his skin. His body felt alive with anticipation. With longing.
The kiss went on and on. Marc slid his hand around to the back of her head, cupping her skull with his palm, holding her captive as he plundered her mouth. Her hands slid up his shoulders and neck before she buried them in his hair. Her fingertips massaged his scalp. The sensation was incredible and he let out a deep rumble of pleasure.
Kathryn’s legs moved restlessly against his. He broke the kiss and stared into her deep green eyes. A man could willingly lose himself in such eyes. He touched her lips one final time and then peppered her forehead, cheeks and nose with kisses, making sure his lips touched each freckle.
He worked his way down the curve of her neck to her shoulders, all the while ignoring the ache in his cock. It throbbed in time to his heartbeat and liquid seeped from the tip. His balls were heavy and full, the skin pulled so tight around them it was a wonder they didn’t burst. He’d never felt need like this in his life. It gnawed at his belly like a savage hunger and ate at his soul.
Yet, he wanted her pleasure before his own.
Her collarbone seemed incredibly fragile beneath his fingers. Once again he was reminded of how much smaller than he she was. Her personality was so vibrant and alive, she projected the image of someone larger. Not that she was short, because she wasn’t, but she was slender and delicate.
She tightened her fingers in his hair and tugged his head lower. He couldn’t suppress the smile that formed on his lips. Delicate she might be but she wasn’t shy about letting him know what she wanted.
His lips found the curve of her breast and he licked her soft, slightly salty skin.
“Marc.” His skin rippled with arousal as she longingly whispered his name. He plumped her breast in his hand and curled his tongue around her nipple. It was pink and puckered and tasted sweet.
She moaned, her fingers digging into his scalp as she tugged him closer. Parting his lips, he tugged her turgid nipple into his mouth and sucked. She shifted beneath him, her hips moving restlessly. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Need was building rapidly within him and he knew he was running out of time.
Giving her nipple one final suck, he released it and quickly moved down her torso, kissing and licking a path down her rib cage to her belly. Her stomach was flat, emphasizing her hipbones. He placed a tender kiss on each one, the urge to feed her, to take care of her, riding him hard. But first he had to claim her. Mark her as his.
Settling on his stomach between her legs, he placed a hand on each thigh and pushed her legs wider, exposing her soft, wet cunt. She made a soft sound but didn’t protest.
“You are so beautiful.” His words were slow, his tongue felt thick in his mouth. “So pink and wet. You’re glistening with need.” He stroked a finger over the slick folds. As he watched, cream slipped from her core. “And it’s all for me, isn’t it, Kathryn?”
“Yes,” she moaned, tilting her hips toward him.
Satisfaction roared through him and his cock jerked. Swearing under his breath, he pressed his cock against the fur, trying to keep from spilling his seed right then and there. Blood pounded in his veins, all of it flowing to the engorged shaft between his thighs.
He inhaled deeply, drawing her unique fragrance into his lungs. The scent of Kathryn’s arousal was intoxicating. Moving closer, he lapped at her sensitive flesh with his tongue, tasting her essence. He moaned when it touched his lips and tongue. This was better than any dream. This was pure pleasure.
Her hips swiveled and jerked as he stroked over her thick folds, teasing the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. “Marc,” she gasped.
He captured her clitoris between his lips and sucked gently. She cried out, thrashing her head from side to side. He released the tender bud and blew softly.
“What?”
She gave a strangled laugh. “You beast. You know what I want.”
“Tell me.” He pushed the tip of his index finger barely inside her sheath, rimming it.
Planting her feet on the rug, she pushed her hips upward, taking his finger deeper into her heated passage. “You,” she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want you.”
Marc looked up from between her spread thighs, admiring the erotic picture she made sprawled across the thick, dark fur. Her breasts swayed with every breath she took, her nipples were tight and deeper in color. Her skin appeared flushed as blood pumped quickly through her veins. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted.
He pushed his finger as far as it would go and slowly withdrew it, curving it upward as he did so. Kathryn gasped and he felt her inner muscles flutter and tighten around him. “You want me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you?” Her sheath tightened and more of her essence coated his finger as he pushed it inward once again. “Say the words.” He needed her to say them. Had to hear them from her sweet lips.
“Fuck me,” she groaned.
“Say my name.” He pushed a second finger inside her, spreading them apart, widening her.
Her hips jerked and a low scream came from deep in her throat. She squeezed his fingers tightly, her muscles rippling as she came. He got what he wanted though. As she shuddered through her orgasm, his name fell from her lips.
“Marc,” she cried out as orgasm overtook her. Her body clutched at his fingers and she felt the dampness between her thighs. Twice! was all she could think. This is the second orgasm within about a half hour. Amazing.