Authors: Shelley Munro
“Lift your arms.”
His eyes narrowed the tiniest fraction. If she hadn’t watched closely, she would have missed the reaction. Standing on tiptoes, she lifted the T-shirt over his head, struggling to complete the operation because of his height. Felix ripped the T-shirt off and chucked it on the bed.
“What’s next?”
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Tomasine flicked out her tongue and he followed the slick move with avid interest. His clean scent filled her every breath while the moonlight sent dappled patterns across his skin. Desire stirred, threatening to flare out of control, but she tamped it down, determined to go slow and make special memories. Her hand glided across the hard contours of his chest, the dense muscles and tanned skin garnered from physical work on the farm. With her fingernails, she flicked a masculine nipple. Under her fascinated gaze, it tightened to a hard nub. She lowered her head and licked the small disc. A salty tang sprang across her taste buds. Tomasine repeated the move and bit down. Felix grunted but his hand came up to hold her in place, his fingers twining through her long hair, silently telling her to continue.
Tomasine alternately nipped and licked to soothe the sting. Felix remained silent but his hands moved from her hair, sliding down her back to cup her butt. He drew her closer, pulling Tomasine against his erection, letting her know how much he wanted her and liked what she was doing to him. Desire kicked her in the belly while juices gathered at the intimate juncture to her body. It was so difficult to go slow when urgency beat inside. Her mind greedily snapped up the experiences, the harsh gasp whenever she bit him, the pleasuring stroke of his fingers and the sweet agony that thrummed through her own body.
She needed him naked.
With rapid, jerky moves she struggled with the button on his jeans and the zipper.
“Careful, sweetheart. I don’t want you to maim me at this stage of proceedings.”
The lazy humor in his voice brought a surge of emotion in Tomasine. This man—he was perfect in every way. Sadly it was the wrong time. Wrong place. Regrets assailed her but she pushed them aside to concentrate on tonight.
The present.
Tomasine maneuvered the denim and boxers away from his erection and pushed them down his legs. He lifted one leg after the other so she could remove his clothes and finally he stood before her wearing nothing but a smile. No socks for Felix. 117
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“You’re stunning to look at,” Tomasine murmured, sitting back on her heels to admire the scenery. His chest was broad and almost hair free, his stomach was flat and muscular while his hips were lean. Tomasine stood and circled him slowly. And his butt—well that was truly magnificent. She paused to appreciate the view and bent to take a bite.
Felix winced and then sniggered. He pulled from her touch and turned to study her, his green eyes glowing with laughter. “I’ve been told my butt was fine but I didn’t realize it was that tempting.”
“I wanted to taste. Um, nice view from the front too.”
Grinning, he curled his hand around his erect cock and pumped it to greater prominence. “Whatcha gonna do with me now?” His voice held a smoky quality that pushed every one of her buttons. Carnal fantasies flooded her mind. Oh there were lots of things she wanted to do to his sexy body. It was sheer physical perfection and for tonight, all hers. Heat stabbed straight to her pussy, and her tongue slipped out again to soothe dry lips.
“I’m going to explore your body in close detail,” she whispered, circling his form again. “I’m going to kiss you and push you down on your bed, straddle your body and ride you until we both explode.”
“Sounds good.” Felix paused and caught her eye. “As long as you take your lingerie off first.”
Tomasine rolled her eyes at him. “That is a given.”
“All right.” Felix folded his arms against his chest. “Time starts now.”
“Uh-uh.” Tomasine restrained her laughter and shook her head. “My game. We’ll take things at my speed.”
“I’m bigger and stronger than you.”
“But you’re not a bully,” she countered. Bernard, her husband, had been a bully so she knew the difference. In hindsight, Tomasine realized the man had taken her in, 118
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played her like a master, fueling her need for family because he’d wanted control of the clan. “You won’t lift a finger to hurt me.”
“I could torture you—tie you up and pleasure you until you can’t take any more.”
Tomasine thought about that for a moment before letting out a long pent-up breath.
“Yes please.”
“Are you sure you want control right now? I’m happy to take over.” He closed the distance between them while he was speaking.
Tomasine held her hands up in front of her in a stop signal, laughing the whole time. “Oh no you don’t.” She backed until the bed stopped farther retreat.
“Now I have you right where I want you,” he whispered in a dark voice. His brows rose and fell and he twirled an imaginary moustache. Felix stood so close she felt the heat from his naked form and his cock brushed against her lower belly. It left a damp mark on her skin that brought an answering flood of arousal to her pussy. Time to wrest control back. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” He dipped his head to steal a kiss. His lips moved against hers briefly before he nibbled at her bottom lip. Felix pulled away so they were no longer touching.
“The drawer on the left-hand side. I hope there’s enough. I’d hate to have to beg for more from Leo.”
Heat crowded her face at the thought. They hadn’t used a condom earlier. She hoped there were no repercussions. It wasn’t like her to take risks like that. “On the bed, Felix. Now.” Tomasine barked out the command to counteract her thoughts. It was too late to worry now but she wouldn’t repeat the mistake. Felix sat on the edge of the bed and slowly rolled into the middle. With his hands tucked under his head, he appeared at ease. The tic of a pulse point in his jaw gave away his true emotions. He was having trouble holding back but he was doing his best to cooperate.
Trustworthy.
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Loyal.
A hunk.
Tomasine could probably add loving to that list as well. Felix would make an excellent mate. Too bad things weren’t different.
“Are you going to do anything soon?” he asked, his voice husky with need and a trace of impatience.
“I want to make this good for both of us. Very good.” Tomasine stroked one thigh with a butterfly touch. Trailing her fingers upward, she brushed carefully across his testicles. They were slightly swollen and moved under the skin, reminding her of waves in the sea. Biting her lip to stem a bark of laughter, she leaned closer and puffed warm air over them. He widened his legs, giving her room to move between. She took advantage immediately, moving closer. Dipping her head, Tomasine blew another stream of hot air over his balls, pursing her lips so she was almost touching him. He shivered, and when she glanced up at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, his body tense as if he were waiting for more.
So, she’d give him more. Tomasine grinned playfully, liking the way he gave her freedom to explore and experiment. She’d definitely give him more. After one more round of blowing, she changed tack and nuzzled his balls, tracing the seam between them with a lazy sweep of her tongue. Felix’s hand tangled in her hair. At first she thought he was protesting but he let out a soft purr and massaged her scalp with a light touch. Tomasine carried on her explorations, playfully licking, savoring the scent of his arousal and the faintly salty taste of his skin. The contented purring continued and whenever she glanced up, his eyes were closed and his mouth curved in a smile. Tomasine licked his testicles all over with tiny licks, probing between with the tip of her tongue. She nibbled with her lips, taking care to keep her lengthening canines away. With her lips and tongue she maneuvered one into her mouth, the balls hardening with her teasing. A smile played across her lips and she hummed with enjoyment. The realization that she held power over him and could hurt him badly if she desired 120
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brought deeper understanding. With Bernard, her inexperience had worked against her and all the politics and intrigue amongst the powerful males in the tribe as they sought to gain her hand and the crown at the same time had made her miss the simple pleasures of just being with a male, loving him. Felix had given a part of herself back that she hadn’t known was missing.
With enthusiasm, she continued her sexual investigation. Tomasine licked a taut ball and strayed to the root of his erect penis. The massaging hand at her head ceased all movement when she trailed her tongue along the underside of his cock, upward until she almost touched his tip. He shuddered.
“Again. God, Tomasine, please do that again. The roughness of your tongue feels so damned good.”
Tomasine lifted her head and she saw his eyes were open, an intense green and swirling with heat and passion. “And if I refuse?”
“I won’t use my tongue on you,” he whispered. “You know how good it feels—the rough texture tugging at sensitive flesh.”
Oh yeah. She knew.
Tomasine repeated the move for him and swirled her tongue around the broad head. A bead of pre-cum formed at the slit and she cleaned it away with a flutter of her tongue.
“Tomasine. Woman, I love you.”
She froze for an instant, her warm breath feathering across the head of his cock. He groaned again, not noticing her reaction. Damn. He couldn’t love her. She didn’t want to hurt him when she left. Oh she knew he might be angry but she’d thought this was a fling for him. A little light entertainment to while away the hours. Despite his insistence they were mates, she hadn’t truly believed or dared to hope. She didn’t believe in luck. Tomasine teased him with her tongue and used the fingers of one hand to massage his perineum with firm, walking steps. She pressed quite firmly, continuing the move 121
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again and again with her fingers while she battled her conscience. When it came down to it, there was only one option. And she’d take it.
Safety.
Forcing her thoughts back to Felix, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue across the sensitive head of his cock. She brushed her finger across his puckered rosette and dipped it slightly inside, timing her move to coincide with the brush of her tongue.
“That feels good.” Felix punctuated his words with a loud purr. His words, his reactions made her feel powerful. Dominant. It made her feel as though she were an equal partner instead of a submissive mate. Tomasine licked away the seminal fluid that formed on the head and gently pushed her finger into his anus far enough to rub his prostate gland. Felix groaned and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Tomasine was worried about hurting him with her teeth but she did her best, sucking and licking his sensitive tip while continuing a slow stimulation of his gland. He thrust again, withdrawing from her mouth a fraction to thrust slowly again. His large frame trembled. His purrs were more groans.
Tomasine pressed down on his prostate and he tensed, his cock seeming to swell even larger. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing. A dark sound rippled from deep in his throat and he came with a sudden rush, his cock jerking with explosive contractions. Tomasine swallowed rapidly, holding his cock in her mouth until he quietened. After one final lick, she pulled back to see him watching her. Heat shimmered in his eyes, promising all sorts of things she wasn’t sure she wanted—not when it would lead to heartache.
She bent her head and pressed a kiss to his hipbone. Gradually, she worked up his body, feathering kisses over muscled contours, nibbling at his pectoral muscle and letting him feel the bite of her canines. A drop of blood beaded and she lazily licked it away. Felix growled deep in his throat, making her smile. His cock jerked against her 122
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hip, surprising Tomasine. His recuperative powers were astonishingly quick. Lucky her.
And as if to underline her thoughts, he said, “Come here, sweetheart. That hasn’t even dented my need.”
“Condom first,” she whispered. Blistering waves of arousal consumed Tomasine and all she’d done was pleasure him. Her panties were damp with her juices while her bra was an encumbrance she no longer wanted. She’d wanted a night to remember. This was it. Tomasine needed this desperately and the inherent hope the memory held—that one day she might have a normal life. This last night with Felix would help in the dark days to come, the frightening days alone when the only person she could rely on was herself.
His eyes narrowed fractionally. “In the drawer.”
She wrenched the drawer he’d indicated open and grabbed a condom from an open box. Turning back to him, she ripped open the foil packet and let her gaze crawl across his swollen cock. It pointed toward his belly, the head broad and flared. Tomasine shivered, remembering what he felt like stretching her womb and pushing impossibly deep. And her climax—the way it ripped through her body sometimes with an explosive force while other times it was slow and lazy and went on for long seconds of unbearable tension. Tomasine tugged off her panties and bra and flung them aside, suddenly in a hurry. Her womb fluttered with need, the pressure climbing inside her. Impatient now, Tomasine pushed him back until he lay flat on the mattress when he would have moved and straddled his body.
Felix stared up at her, his handsome face tight with the same wanting, the same desire that thrummed through her. Holding his gaze, Tomasine guided his cock to her wet center and with a twist—a hip gyration—she impaled herself. Her inner muscles clung lovingly to the flare of his cock as it stretched her pussy. Slowly, she sank downward, watching his face the entire time. His gaze was a phantom caress, every part of her body he studied prickling as if he’d brushed his fingers over her with a 123
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delicate touch. When she was fully seated, she paused, swaying a fraction to savor the way he felt inside her.
Her nostrils flared when she inhaled to store scents while her eyes danced across his face, his hair, his chest, taking in all the small details she’d need for later. Tomasine leaned forward to trace his lips with her tongue. When he opened his mouth, she took advantage, letting her tongue surge inside while she kissed him. The kiss started off almost chastely before it turned carnal and desperate. Lips that had sipped and tasted now demanded. The sleek thrust of tongues drove her higher. A raw and guttural groan ripped from her throat and she pulled back staring at Felix, her heart pumping so hard it felt as though it might bounce from her chest. Without breaking their gazes, she started to ride him. Swaying and rolling her hips, she set a rhythm entirely to her satisfaction. It felt amazing—the pull of delicate inner muscles, the wet sound of arousal when their bodies slid against each other.