“I love your taste.” She moved back from the erotic, mind-destroying movements of his c**k pressing into her sex. “So wild and untamed. Can I tame you, Taber?”
A short, sharp laugh, devoid of humor, was an exclamation of primal lust as he fought to answer her.
“You already have. Years ago.”
“Mmm. My own wildcat. Can I stroke you? Or will you devour me before I can show you all the ways I’ve dreamed of pleasing you?”
His eyes were heavy-lidded, glowing with such a staggering heat it warmed every corner of her soul. For now, this small place in time, nothing or no one existed in Taber’s world but her. She nearly cl**axed from the heady knowledge that she held such power over him.
“Show me,” he whispered, though his voice was as tormented as any man’s could be. She gave him a slow, deliberately provocative smile as she gazed at him from beneath lowered lids. Watching him carefully, challengingly, she rose slowly from his lap, ignoring the bestial sound of protest he made.
“Stay there,” she told him softly as he moved to stand as well. Taber leaned back against the couch as she instructed, but she could see his muscles flexing, everything inside him demanding that he take her now.
“Oh, so controlled,” she murmured, pleased. “I wonder how long you can hold onto all that power.”
“Not long.” His fists were clenched at his sides as his gaze followed her hands.
Roni slid the straps of her bra carefully over her shoulders, fighting back any fear and modesty that would have held her back from the enjoyment of this moment. He had seen her na**d more than once, and evidently the sight didn’t displease him.
He licked his lips, the movement slow, hungry, as she reached back, unclipped the lacy fabric and drew it away from her swollen br**sts.
Her ni**les were erect and hard, pleading for his touch. Roni touched them instead. Watching him, she gripped them between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging at them, massaging them as she watched his gaze darken further, his expression becoming heavy with the intensity of his arousal.
“I can do that.” He swallowed tightly.
“I know you can,” she agreed, her breath catching as a bolt of sensation shot from her ni**les to her cunt. “Take your jeans off, Taber. Let me see if I arouse you.” He began to rise. “No. Don’t stand up. Remove them while you watch me.”
He hesitated, obviously fighting for breath, for control. Roni lowered her hands from her ni**les, smoothing her palms down her stomach until they came to the loosened front of her jeans. Quickly, Taber loosened his own. She smiled back at him, loving the game they were playing, wondering who would lose control first. She pushed at the material, allowing them to slide leisurely from her thighs, then down her legs. She kicked the material from her feet, her mouth drying out as she watched Taber do the same.
She had made an error in judgment. Each time they had come together she hadn’t had time to truly look at the amazing organ that brought her to such pinnacles of pleasure. But now she did. It rose to his navel, nearly as thick as her wrist, as bronzed as the rest of his body and throbbing with a life of its own. The mushroom-shaped head was tapered for maximum penetration, flowing to a wider base and heavily veined shaft. No wonder he drove her crazy with the edge of pain that followed the rapturous pleasure. His cock, like his body, was built for endurance, and right now, she wanted nothing more than to endure its presence within her steamy cunt.
But she was going to wait. Taber stared at her with a challenge glowing in his eyes as his fingers wrapped around the erect stalk. Roni licked her lips as he massaged himself, his fingers stroking from the heavy hood to the base of the shaft.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice dark, rich with sexual demand.
“No,” she drawled softly as she went to her knees before him. “I told you, Taber. I want to stroke you.”
“Damn.” He jerked in reaction as she leaned forward, her tongue licking over the hot head of his erection.
His h*ps flexed, driving it against her lips as a strangled groan ripped from his chest.
“Roni. God. Baby.” His chest was rising and falling violently with the force of his breathing. Perspiration gleamed on the powerful muscles, making his skin look satiny, warm and vibrant. She licked the head of his c**k again, slowly, easily, watching his eyes, his expression as he grimaced in
rising need. The sharp canines at the sides of his mouth gleamed wickedly, giving him a decidedly sexy, dangerous appearance.
“Roni, I won’t make it,” he panted, his voice tight, regretful, tortured. “I’m going to lose my control, baby. I can’t stand it.”
“Can’t you?” She brushed his fingers out of the way, her own hand attempting to surround the burgeoning flesh of his cock. “Poor baby. Then how will you handle this?” Her mouth covered the thick head, stretching over it, sucking him inside as her tongue began to rub, stroke and tease the ultra-sensitive, hard throb of flesh just beneath the hooded crown. The throttled, animalistic growl that tore from his throat had her womb clenching, her sex flooding with moisture and heat. The man within had always stayed in control, had always maintained a delicate balance in their sexual encounters. Roni knew she was tempting, daring the animal to break free. And she couldn’t wait to show him he had met his match in her.
Chapter Nineteen
She was beautiful. There were no other words to describe the soft glow of passion in Roni’s blue eyes, the flush of need on her cheeks, her reddened lips stretching around his erection. Too beautiful. Too damned innocent and too hot for what she was tempting. But there was no way in hell he was going to push her away.
He kept his hands bunched into the cushions of the couch, his eyes narrowed as she watched him with a siren’s gaze, his body tortured as her tongue continued to tempt the primal barb hidden just under the skin into revealing itself.
He could feel the presence of the unnatural extension. It throbbed, pulsed, fought to be free even as he fought to hold it back. God, he wanted it to last forever. From the seductive, lingering caresses of her mouth, it appeared she did as well. There was no frantic suckling, no indication that she wasn’t enjoying every second of touching him, as he did touching her.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned as her tongue rimmed beneath the flared head, stroking and probing, learning every curve and rise of his straining flesh. “Good, baby, so good.”