waited so long to claim.
Desire made her movements clumsy, and she whimpered with frustration as his cock pressed rock-hard against her hands. Knox shoved her hands roughly out of the way. Seizing his waistband in both hands, he ripped his pants open, shoving them down and discarding them on the floor.
His cock sprung free, and Josie moaned as she caught the heavy weight of it in her hands. Hot…smooth…velvety and rock hard all at the same time.
How could she ever have feared anything so perfect?
Wetting her lips, Josie bent down and tried to encircle the tip with her mouth. It was far too big, so she had to settle for licking and sucking only the very end. But even that small taste was enough to send her body into overdrive. The more attention she gave his shaft, the more her pussy ached for him.
Another wave of damp heat rushed from her cunt, soaking her thermal underwear and ski pants. Knox bellowed with frustration.
"Take those damn pants off and give me your slick," he commanded.
But he didn't have the patience to wait. Before Josie could do as he asked, he did the job himself, ripping the high-tech fabric and sending a cloud of down feathers drifting to the floor. Layer after layer of the gear that had kept her alive on the trek was discarded until she stood before him naked from the waist down. The proof of her desire ran in rivulets down her legs, pooling at her feet.
"That's right," Knox growled. "Look how wet you are for me. All mine."
He made short work of the rest of her clothes, tossing parka and shell and thermal shirt on the floor. He unclasped her bra and let her breasts fall free before cupping them in his huge, warm hands.
"Mine."
He shoved her gently onto the bed and knelt before her, kissing her neck, the hollow of her throat, murmuring "mine" as he kissed his way down, claiming her, owning her.
Even in the dim evening light, she could see his pupils dilating as he drew back to gaze at the wetness between her legs, spreading them apart with his hands on her thighs.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?" he growled.
Of course she did—every bit as long as she had.
Knox took hold of her ankles and spread her legs even wider, positioning her so that her hips rested at the edge of the bed. He pressed down on her hipbones to keep still, then closed his lips around the cleft and began to lap at her slick, drinking it greedily in.
Josie cried out as his tongue swept against her clit, teasing it with expert precision. She grabbed for his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, trying to bring him closer—but he held back, giving her only a little more at a time, driving her to a frenzy.
And then she was coming, arching her back and screaming and bucking against his hold as bolts of electric pleasure shot through every nerve. It went on and on until her voice was hoarse and her body exhausted from thrashing.
But her energy came rushing back when Knox finally released her and positioned his hips where his head been just moments before, towering over her.
"You know what happens now, don't you?"
There was no way Josie could give any kind of coherent answer, so she let her body respond for her, lifting up her hips until the wet lips of her cunt stroked against his massive cock.
"That's right," he growled. "This is when I make you mine."
Josie held her breath as he held his cock against her cleft and pushed forward, stretching the opening of her pussy to its limit. It wasn't pain, exactly, not when every cell of her being was yearning to be filled, straining to accept him.
Suddenly the head of his cock breached her opening, and he was inside. The sharp ache gave way to a kind of bliss that Josie had never experienced—not just being filled but being completed, for the first time in her life.
The pleasure was immediate. Sensation reached every part of her, pulsing through her muscles as she rocked against him.
And that was just the beginning.
Almost immediately after Knox entered her, Josie felt herself being swept away by another orgasm. Again and again, they came like sets of waves on a beach. Each time she'd feel it approach, and each time she'd lose herself in its power.
Knox kept up a steady, wicked commentary timed to his own