By the time he pulled the material over her feet, she was a shaking mess of arousal. She could feel her juices dampening her thighs, hot and slick as her body prepared itself for him.
“God, your scent.” He buried his head against her lower stomach, his hair caressing the flesh there as his hands gripped her thighs. “Sweet Cassa. I want to bury my tongue in your hot little pu**y and feel you come for me. Taste you coming for me.”
She nearly came in that second. The eroticism of his words struck an explosion that shuddered through her womb.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as she fought to steady herself against the explosions of pleasure tearing through her body. She was only barely aware of him straightening, rising above her as he tilted her head back and took her lips in another kiss, this one hotter, hungrier than ever before, as she felt the world spinning around her.
When his head lifted, she lay on the bed staring up at him, fighting to breathe as he jerked his shirt off. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled off his boots, then rose to his feet and undid his jeans.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, watching him undress. Watching the denim material clear his thighs, revealing those darker gold stripes, edged with black as they curved around his hips and thighs and led to the thick, heavy weight of his cock.
The mushroomed head pulsed erratically, the darkened flesh glistened with pr**cum, as the wide shaft rose from between his thighs.
He looked like a sex god. Like the most erotic pleasure a woman could ever dream of.
Before she could reach out to touch him, he was moving to her. His lips came over hers again, his tongue pumping into her mouth as he spread her thighs, his fingers testing the dampness that covered her pu**y before circling her aching clit.
Cassa arched into the pleasure, a cry tearing from her lips as her thighs tried to clamp on to his hand, only to be held apart by his powerful thighs.
The fiery taste of the mating hormone filled her senses, spread through her body and left her gasping for breath as his head lifted.
He had no intention of giving her a chance to catch her breath though. In the next second his lips were on one nipple, then the next. He sucked them into his mouth, tormented them with his tongue, drew on them, nipped at them and left her forcing herself not to beg for more.
“Cabal.” Desperation filled her voice as he pushed her br**sts together, bringing her ni**les close to each other and licking them.
The slightest roughness of his tongue could be felt there, rasping over the tender peaks and sending pleasure surging through her system.
Arching against him, Cassa writhed in tormented ecstasy, reaching for that one touch, that one caress that would send her over the edge.
“Not yet, baby.” He gave another lick across her ni**les before his hands caressed down her sides to her hips, holding her in place as his lips trailed down her torso.
She arched to him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh as his lips, teeth and tongue created a path of incredible sensation to the curl-covered mound between her thighs.
He paused there, his breathing rough, ragged as Cassa stared down at him. His gaze was broody and hungry, his lips parted in intent.
“What are you waiting on?” She’d waited for what seemed a lifetime for this, and he seemed too determined to make her wait that much longer.
“How bad do you want it?” His husky question was breathed against the swollen bud of her clit.
How bad did she want it? She was ready to die for need of it. Her pu**y pulsed in demand, her clit was throbbing in an agony of need. She wanted to grip his hair and jerk him in place.
“Would it matter how bad I wanted it?” Her heart was racing in anticipation. She wanted this touch so bad she was ready to scream for it.
Her fingers dug into the blankets, her nails curling into the material as she fought to keep from begging.
“Does it matter to you?” he responded. “Tell me what you want, Cassa. Tell me how bad you want it.”
The hell she would. Her hips arched though as he blew a subtle breath over the curls between her thighs once again. One hand lifted from the blankets, her fingers latching in his hair as the heated air stroked across her sensitized clit. Her head tossed against the pillow and she had to fight back a moaning plea.
“Damn you,” she cried out furiously as a rumbled growl vibrated in his chest. “Do it.”
“That doesn’t answer the question, mate.” The backs of his fingers ruffled over the curls. “How bad do you want it?”
Bad enough. Bad enough that her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips arched and a strangled cry tore from her throat.
“Do it,” she demanded. “Damn you, eat me.”
As though it were a trigger, a fuse to a detonation, a half snarl, half growl left his lips an instant before they covered the saturated folds of her pu**y and sucked her clit into his mouth.