Witching Time (The Wild Hunt #14) - Yasmine Galenorn Page 0,80
parted my labia, sliding his fingers over my clit, and I shifted from one foot to the other as the fire rose inside. He ran his fingers along the cleft, sliding them past my vagina, to the folds of my butt where he very carefully drove one finger inside my ass.
“Damn it, fuck me, please.” I reached up to unhook my bra but he rose, catching hold of my wrist.
“No, you don’t. I get to undress you. Hold still, love.” His voice was firm, commanding, and I tried to hold still, tried to take my mind off how much my cunt ached, how my clit was on fire, begging for his tongue.
Kipa laughed, slowly, and then quickly moved around behind me and with one quick motion, unhooked my bra and threw it over his shoulder. He caught me up in his arms, tossing me on the bed. “Get ready, woman. The wolf is coming to town.”
Laughing, I rose up on my knees, stroking my breasts. “The wolf may be in town but, oh baby, he’s met his match. I’m no Red Riding Hood. I’ll gobble the wolf all the way down.”
“Prove it,” Kipa said, leaning back, his hair draping down his back.
Still swaying to the music, I leaned forward, my lips nearing his cock.
“Oh babe, don’t stop there,” he said as I paused, flicking my tongue out to tease him.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Howl then. Let me hear your hunger, Wild Boy.”
He inhaled deeply and howled, loudly, his voice the sound of all the passion in the forests. He was the rutting of the stags, the wild frenzy of wolves in heat, the driving force of the Pack Master, claiming his mate. I fed on the power in his voice, sucked it inside me and lowered myself to take him in my mouth. Sliding my lips over his shaft, I eased my way down, fastening my lips around him tightly. Kipa groaned. Working him with my tongue, I grabbed hold of the comforter, steadying myself as I sucked and nibbled him, the salt of his precum stinging my tongue. Then, knowing what Kipa liked, I let go and rose, pressing my breasts around his cock as he slid between my boobs. I quickened my pace, rubbing my breasts against him as he began to pant.
“Come on, babe. Fuck me with your tits,” he said.
I fixed my gaze on his, holding him in my sight as his cock throbbed between my breasts.
“Woman, you’re playing with fire.” His voice was raw, his breathing ragged.
“I am the fire,” I said.
Kipa let out a yip and I squeezed my breasts tight around him. The next moment he let out a roar, covering my boobs in his cum. I laughed, leaning back, slowly massaging my breasts. He rose to his knees, still erect, still hard.
“You’re mine, do you hear me? You’re my Raven, and I’ll be damned if I share you with any other man. Do you understand me?” He grabbed me by the waist and the next moment I was on my knees, facing the headboard. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream.”
“Prove it, alpha,” I dared him. “Make me yours, Wolf Lord.”
Kipa reached down with one hand to finger me and I groaned. I was so hot, so turned on, that his touch was like gasoline. As I squirmed, he thrust deep into me, his cock fitting thick and hard.
The heat between us built higher. I was sweaty and ready to burst and just needed that one final push. I reached between my legs to finger my clit as Kipa drove in deep.
The world began to explode in a brilliant shower of sparks. I rode the cloud, soaring on the waves of passion, riding an ocean of lava as the fire bathed my soul and heart. I was the ember to his kindling. I was the gasoline to his engine. I came loud and hard, crying his name over and over. Kipa roared again, arching in back of me, his cock pulsing inside of me.
And then, somehow, we were on our feet as he danced me around the room. His arms around me, he swung me into a slow, drifting dance, his hair entangling with mine.
As the Black Pumas sang “Sweet Conversations,” we kissed, smiling those shy, loving smiles of lovers who had once again discovered their connection.
“I love you,” Kipa whispered, pulling me close. Our sweat-drenched bodies came together from head to toe. And then we were back on the bed, and