Then she couldn’t think at all. When she finally came back to herself, she looked down, shuddering at the erotic vision. Her nipples were hard buds, so flushed they appeared red. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. She was no longer cold, that’s for sure. Her legs were sprawled wide and Marc’s head rested on her belly, his long brown hair falling across her thigh and down her hip as his fingers gently played with her slick folds, more soothing than arousing. His eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were tilted in a slight smile.
Her core pulsed and although she’d come twice, satisfaction eluded her. She needed more. She needed Marc.
When she shifted, he lifted his head, slowly rising, to sit on his heels. Kathryn bit her lip to keep from crying out as a lock of his waist-length hair brushed over her pussy. She was incredibly sensitive. Amazingly enough, merely looking at him was enough to start her body humming again.
She loved his face. He wasn’t handsome in a classic sense but his features were strong and blunt and masculine. His shoulders and chest were impossibly wide and firm. His abdomen a sculpted work of art.
And jutting out from a nest of dark hair was a very impressive erection. His shaft was thick and long, the network of blue veins pulsing heavily. The cock head was dark, engorged with blood and pre-cum oozed from the tip. She licked her lips and Marc groaned.
Her gaze flew to his and she realized he was watching her every move. She was filled with the urge to give him the kind of pleasure that he’d given to her. Slowly, she came up on her knees. The soft fur was a sensual caress against her skin.
Never in her life has she felt so sexually alive and so aware of every inch of her own flesh as well as his. It was as if all her senses were heightened. Every nerve ending in her body twitched and quivered as she moved toward him. His face hardened, his hands fisted at his sides.
Feminine power rushed through her as she realized that she affected him the same way he did her. Oh, this was marvelous, empowering and an incredible aphrodisiac.
Placing her hands on his knees, she skimmed her fingers upward to the tops of his thighs. The wiry hair on his thighs brushed against her palms, making her hands tingle.
The fire crackled beside her and she could hear a slight wind outside the window but other than that there was only the sound of their breathing. The thick stone walls shut out all other sounds, cocooning them in this erotic space and time.
Kathryn no longer felt like her normal, dull, conservative self. She felt alive and filled with power, need and longing. Gone was the feeling of awkwardness she usually had around the opposite sex. For some reason it felt perfectly natural to be totally naked in front of Marc.
Tomorrow she might feel differently but for tonight, she wanted to celebrate life.
She, Tienan and Logan had somehow made it out of their desperate situation alive.
Tienan had survived her primitive surgery and would no doubt recover. And Marc, the man she’d fantasized and spun erotic dreams around for months, was right in front of her, waiting for her to touch him.
She would deal with reality tomorrow. Tonight was for her. For them.
Tentatively, she cupped the heavy sac between his thighs, squeezing gently.
“Kathryn.” He gritted out her name from between clenched teeth. Sweat popped out on his forehead. She realized that he was close to coming.
“Hmmm,” she answered, which was really no answer at all. She had to touch him, to taste him. Leaning forward, she delicately licked at the slit at the tip of his erection.
He tasted salty and musky. She wanted more.
Slowly, she curled her tongue around the head of his cock, taking care to trace the ridge. His hips jerked and she tasted more of his arousal on her lips. She licked them and shuddered. The throbbing between her thighs intensified. Her breasts ached.
Grabbing his hands, she pressed them against her. He sucked in a deep breath as he uncurled his fingers and cupped the plump mounds. She could feel the tight buds pressing into the center of his palms.
She started to lower her head again but he stopped her. “No more. I’m too close.” She peered up at him, noting the heat in his eyes, the flush on his skin.
Kathryn felt brazen and wanton. “Take me then.” His eyes narrowed, his lips firmed. “Turn over on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”
Her heart jumped and began to beat rapidly. She’d never had a man do that to her before. She bit her bottom lip. Part of her wanted this but another part was afraid. She didn’t really know Marc at all, did she?
As if sensing her growing unease, he soothed her bottom lip with his thumb as he leaned down and kissed her. “I will never hurt you, Kathryn. All you have to do is say the words and we’ll stop.”
She paused and stared at him. He was totally serious. She’d never met a man like him before. She was naked before him and he’d already given her two spectacular orgasms. He was also naked and so close to coming, yet he was willing to walk away if that was what she wanted.
All her doubts fled. This was a man she could trust with her body, with her very life. Indeed, he’d already saved her life. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, their lips barely touching. “Thank you.” He nodded and lowered his head, taking several deep breaths.
She shifted, turning so her hands and knees supported her. When he didn’t move, she glanced over her shoulder. He hadn’t budged, his head was still down and he was breathing slowly. He thought she was saying no to him.
“Marc.”
Very slowly he lifted his head. Lust blazed from his eyes. They widened and then narrowed as he took in her position. “Are you sure?” Her heart skipped a beat. Even now he was giving her a choice. “Yes.” She leaned forward, tilting her backside upward.
Groaning, Marc positioned himself between her legs, pushing them wider. Kathryn let her head fall forward, savoring the feel of his hair-roughened thighs against hers.
His shaft stroked over her swollen flesh and she sucked in a breath as he pulled back and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. He pressed barely inside, stretching her channel to accommodate him.
He began to move slowly, pulling back and pushing forward an inch at a time. Her inner muscles stretched and clenched, adjusting to his girth as he worked deeper. It was heaven. It was torture. She wanted him all the way inside her. Now. But she also knew his way was best. It had been a long time since she’d made love and never with a man of his size.
Marc reached around her, cupping her breasts as his hips began to pump harder.
He filled her now. She felt full and stretched and wonderful. He angled her hips so his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. She gasped and shoved her hips back to meet each of his strokes.
His fingers plied her nipples, pinching and soothing them at turns. Nothing else existed to Kathryn except reaching fulfillment. The soft furs ticked her hands and knees as Marc’s hands cupped her breast and squeezed. He released one mound and slid his hand lower, toward her belly. She gasped, contracting her inner muscles tight around him as his finger slid through her pubic hair, finding her clit.
“Harder,” she gasped.
She felt his lips on her spine, nipping and sucking. “Your pussy is so hot and tight around my cock.” His erotic words made her heart skip a beat. Her core tightened around him and he gave a strangled laugh.
“Just like that,” he encouraged her. “Squeeze my cock again. I want to feel the walls of your cunt wrapped tight around every inch.” He pulled back and thrust forward.
Harder this time. “You want it hard?”
“God yes,” she moaned as a lock of his long hair brushed against her side. Using her hands for leverage, she shoved against him on every forward stroke.