Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,27
of the table, which had been lifted to make it almost like a chair, and spread her legs for the big Shadow Twin.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, looking up at him. “You can…can remove the ointment now, Roark.”
“Very well.” His voice was a low rumble and there was no disguising the desire in his gaze—not that he tried to, Sammi thought. His pale eyes were blazing as he leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth and slipped a hand between her thighs at the same time.
Eighteen
Sammi couldn’t help the moan that rose to her lips as Roark sucked her right nipple deep into his mouth and slid two long, strong fingers deep into her wet pussy. She gasped and bucked her hips up at his invasion as she thrust her nipple even deeper into his hot mouth. God, it felt so good! She couldn’t help writhing on the table as his fingers slid deeper and deeper into her.
Roark let her nipple slip from between his lips for a moment as he looked down into her eyes.
“Very good, Samantha,” he murmured. “You’re extremely wet and very responsive. Now, can you squeeze my fingers so I can feel the strength of your inner muscles?”
Obediently, Sammi squeezed hard, arching her back as she gave him what he wanted.
“Hmm…very nice indeed.” His pale eyes were still half-lidded and she knew he must be getting pleasure from this—it couldn’t all be cold, hard data to him—could it?
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I…I’m doing my best.”
“I see that you are. But I wonder if we could increase the response if I did this.”
Sammi gasped as she felt his thumb slip into her inner folds and began to circle her clit almost idly.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, her hips bucking again. “Oh yes—yes please!”
“A very positive response,” Roark growled softly. “Let’s see if we can increase it while I remove the ointment from your other nipple, shall we?”
“Yes!” Sammi moaned as he leaned over to suck her left nipple into his hot mouth and continued to stroke her pussy, both inside and out.
Despite getting herself off four times the night before, Sammi still felt like she needed more—and this was exactly what she needed. Hands balled into fists at her sides, she moaned and writhed, squeezing his fingers as hard as she could while Roark sucked her nipples and continued to fingerfuck her pussy as he strummed her clit with his thumb.
It occurred to Sammi that she had never been with a lover who touched her like this—who knew exactly how to get her off. Some of the men she’d dated couldn’t find her clit with “two hands and a flashlight” as Meg put it and some could find it but tended to rub much too roughly. They seemed to think it was a magic button and if they just pressed it hard enough and often enough it would send her into the stratosphere.
But Roark was different. Rather than mashing down on the “magic button” he was touching her just the way she liked to be touched—a swift, light motion that circled her aching, tender clit without actually pressing it directly. And all the while, his long fingers continued to fuck deeply into her hungry pussy.
It was amazing that he seemed to know instinctively what brought her the greatest pleasure, Sammi thought deliriously. She wondered if it was some kind of Kindred trait to know how to make a woman feel good or if the Shadow Twin was just gifted.
Her orgasm wasn’t long in coming—how could it be when he was pleasuring her so perfectly?
“Roark!” she heard herself gasping. “Oh God, yes…yes!”
He stopped sucking for a moment and looked into her eyes intently, though his fingers never stopped moving.
“That’s right, Samantha,” he murmured hoarsely, still stroking deeply into her pussy. “That’s right, squeeze my fingers as hard as you can. Show me how full of desire you are—how much you need to be penetrated—to be fucked.”
The way he was looking at her and the soft, dirty words in that deep voice of his were too much for Samantha. With a moan, she came again, drenching his fingers in her juices as the pleasure rolled over her in overwhelming waves.
God, can’t believe I’m doing this! she couldn’t help thinking.
But she was, and though she felt guilty, she never wanted it to stop.
Nineteen
All good things must come to an end. At last the delicious spasms of pleasure eased and Roark withdrew his fingers from her pussy.