and peeled it off, baring all that bitable flesh. He hummed, his lips grazing her cheek. “I like this bra.” Black. Silk. Lacy. “But it’s gotta go.” One-handed, he flicked open the clasp and whipped it off.
“Smooth, GQ.”
With a soft chuckle, Dominic swept a hand up her sleek back and knotted his fingers in her hair. “Mouth.” She turned her face to his, her lips parted, and he took her mouth. Greedy. Possessive. Almost savage. She sucked on his tongue, and he groaned, deciding she’d be sucking something else later.
Mila reached back and tangled a hand in his hair as he pinched and tweaked her nipples. Her nerve endings sprang to life, and each tug on her nipples sent a spike of pleasure straight to her clit. Yeah, that felt good. As did the hands now squeezing and plumping her breasts.
She melted into him, hissing as he scraped his teeth over her shoulder. He knew every one of her buttons. Knew how to make her crazed with need. Knew how to make her so desperate she begged.
Her cat purred, rubbing against him to mark his skin with her scent. Staking her claim. Warning off other females. Making sure he knew who he belonged to.
Snaking his hands over his mate’s delectable skin, Dominic snapped open the fly of her shorts and let them puddle on the floor. The sight of the black lacy thong adorned with little red bows made him swallow hard—it was one of his favorites. Especially because it only took a little tug on those bows to untie them, making the thong fall away. It was like unwrapping a present.
“It’s a real good thing I didn’t know you were also wearing this little scrap of lace today, or my cock would have been so painfully hard, I doubt I could have walked without limping.”
Untying the knots on her thong, he let it drop to the floor and cupped her pussy hard. “Mine.” He slipped his finger between her warm folds, rubbing her clit just right. And there was that smoky little moan he loved. “Let’s see if we can get you to make that sound again.” He caught her clit between two fingers and slid them forward, stroking both sides of the little nub. “Yeah, there it is. Good girl.”
He kept on playing with her clit, his eyes drawn to the way her breasts heaved with each ragged pant. His head spun as the heady scent of her need drifted up to him and poured into his lungs. His cock thickened even more. Raging hard, it pushed against his fly and dug into her back.
Dominic dipped his head and grazed her pulse with his teeth. “Shall I let you come before I fuck you?”
“You’d better.”
“Hmm. Not sure you deserve it. You knew I’d be rock hard all day if you wore that tank, but you did it anyway. And as we were at the picnic, I couldn’t even sneak off somewhere with you and do something about it.”
Mila’s breath caught as he clamped his mouth over his claiming mark and sucked. “You liked that, though. Delayed gratification is your thing, not mine.” She was a cat, after all.
“There’s delayed gratification, and there’s plain teasing your mate for your own amusement.” He slid his hand up to her throat and collared her, brushing his thumb over her pulse. “You made me wait, so why shouldn’t I make you wait?”
“Because I’ll stab you in the balls if you do.”
His lips twitched. “No, I don’t think you will,” he said, herding her toward the plush chair. “But just in case you’re tempted to try it . . .” He bent her over the arm of the chair, smiling at her outraged gasp. “There, that works.” Before she could start cursing or complaining, he drove two fingers inside her, grinding his teeth as her tight pussy squeezed them. “So hot. So ready for me.” But he wanted her pussy to be dripping with need for him.
Mila’s eyes fell shut as her world narrowed down to the two fingers tunneling in and out of her. They sometimes paused to swirl around or trace little circles over her G-spot, but then they’d go back to plunging deep.
Her pussy throbbed and ached for more. Need was roaring through her. Fast. Wicked. Electric. It licked at her skin until her nerve endings were on fire. “Dominic—”
“You need to come, I know.” He’d felt her arousal build. Felt her anticipation prickle at her patience. She was aching