“Just the thought?” he asked her, his voice strained as the hard muscles of his abdomen tightened beneath her head.
“Well, the intention?” she asked as her tongue flicked out that last small distance and swiped over the throbbing head of his erection.
Kane gasped, his hands tightening in her hair as he lifted his hips, pressing his c**k firmly against her lips. Sherra opened wide, her tongue licking greedily around the flared crest as her mouth sucked him in. His groan was a dark, rough growl of passion and need that sent her own pulse rate rocketing and her pu**y flaming.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the pressure, a moan slipping past her throat as she tasted more of the salty seed that spilled into her mouth.
“Come here.” Kane’s order was harsh, the words dragged from his chest as his hand lowered to her hip.
“Come over me, baby, let me taste that sweet kitty.”
Fiery waves of lust seared her womb as she lifted to her knees, her mouth lowering to take more of his erection as he guided her until her thighs bracketed his face. The first touch of his tongue caused her to flinch with the pleasure. A second later she pressed her pu**y closer, eager for more, desperate to feel his tongue plunging deep inside the hungry depths of her cunt. Her mouth lowered on the flesh rising hard and eager from between his thighs, trying to swallow as much of the thick shaft as possible. The steady, greedy licks of his tongue and the suction of his lips on her pu**y as he drove her insane was all she needed to lose what little sanity she still possessed as she tried to consume his cock.
She wanted all of him, his se**n filling her mouth, spilling down her throat as he sucked every drop of cream from her pu**y. She wanted it now. Needed him now.
The sounds of heated moans and hungry suckling mouths wrapped around her. Her fingers cupped and caressed his balls as his lips surrounded her cl*t and two fingers pushed demandingly inside her vagina. She jerked, driving herself harder on the penetration as she took his c**k deeper, sucking it eagerly as his mouth ate with greedy ferocity at her creamy cunt.
Her orgasm was building. She could feel it tightening in her womb even as she felt Kane’s scrotum drawing up tight to the base of his erection as her other hand pumped the hard length of his shaft. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to feel every hot drop of his seed shooting into her throat. She felt his fingers thrusting into her harder, deeper, a second before he withdrew, drawing her juices back to the entrance of her anus before pushing them deep inside her pu**y once again, joining them with a firm, heated stroke of a finger up her ass.
Sherra tightened, a scream escaping her throat, vibrating around his c**k as she exploded. At the moment of her release, Kane groaned hard and deep, his fingers quickening inside her, his tongue lashing at her throbbing cl*t as his h*ps thrust upward, burying his c**k deeper in her mouth as his come began to pulse in fast, hard jets from the tip of his cock.
He filled her mouth, the taste driving her higher as she swallowed every rich drop, her moans a plea for more.
“Enough.” He lifted her away from him, pushing her to the bed when she struggled against him, her hands pressing him back to the mattress.
“No. Like this.” She rose above him, throwing her thigh over his hips, rubbing the wet flesh of her cunt over the hard ridge of his erection before allowing the wide head to tuck against the entrance to her pu**y.
“Hard, Kane,” she whispered, lowering her lips to his as she prepared for the invasion. “Hard…”
Her back bowed, her wail of satisfaction and pleasure piercing the silence of the room as he impaled her, separating the gripping tissues with one fierce, determined thrust. There was no struggle for control, no attempts to delay the driving need for orgasm. The sounds of wet flesh slapping together, whispered, hungry growls and heated cries filled the air around them. Sherra lowered her head to his chest, her tongue licking over the mark she had given him a second before she scraped it with her lethal canines and applied a firm, erotic suction to the overly sensitive flesh. His release triggered hers. Hard, convulsive, it ripped through them, tying them together, binding them, and once and for all piercing the final barriers to Sherra’s soul.
“I love you,” Kane cried out as he jerked beneath her, filling her with his seed, his hands hard on her h*ps as he held her to him. “God help me, Sherra, I love you…”
Her head raised, a languorous satiation spreading through her body, leaving her drowsy, weak, and yet filled with a strength she hadn’t known she possessed.
Her hand reached out, her fingertips caressing his cheek as his surprise at the touch filled his eyes. And Sherra knew in that moment, if she ever lost him again she wouldn’t, couldn’t survive the pain.
* * * * *
“I’d like you to move your things into my room.” Kane made the surprise announcement as they were gearing up for the day.
Dressed in her customary snug black pants and matching tank top with her hair braided down her back, Sherra was pulling on her jacket when he spoke. She paused before shrugging the material farther up her shoulders and carefully checking the weapon holstered on her thigh.
“Did you hear me, Sherra?” She could feel the determination emanating from him and hid her smile at the sound.
“I hear you.” She cleared her throat lightly. “I can take care of that this evening after I meet with Doc.”
Silence descended behind her, a thick anticipatory silence that throbbed like a silent heartbeat. It could be felt, but it couldn’t be heard with anything more than the internal senses.
“I won’t let you go. Ever,” he told her then, moving behind her, his arms coming around her waist as she allowed her head to fall back to his shoulder.
“I haven’t asked you to,” she said. “I’m stubborn, Kane. I’m not stupid.”
It wasn’t easy for her, letting go of the pain and dealing with the fears that still haunted her. But she knew she hadn’t truly been living until Kane reappeared in her life. She had been existing, nothing more. She didn’t want to exist any longer. She needed to live, she needed to love.
“Very stubborn,” he amended, kissing the side of her neck softly. Sherra smiled, a wry curve of her lips as she acknowledged the statement.
“It won’t be easy,” she finally whispered. “I won’t be easy. There are still scars,” she warned him. His arms tightened around her. “We’ll heal them together, Sherra. However we need to.”