Authors: Shelley Munro
“Are you ticklish?” he asked.
“No.” Intrigued, she wondered why he wanted to know and then the next minute, he raised her foot to his mouth and sucked on her toes, one after the other. A buzz of anticipation thrummed through her along with wide-eyed astonishment. Flames of heat flickered up her legs. Not her favorite thing. Interesting. “I think I need more direct stimulation.”
Felix let go of her toe with an audible pop and grinned at her. “Just getting acquainted. I didn’t see much of you last night.”
“Your eyesight is as good as mine. You saw plenty.”
“Let’s say I’m happy to revisit.” He kneaded her calf muscle and made gradual forays up her inner thigh. Tomasine sighed happily. This was looking better. Much better. Felix parted her legs so he could kneel between them. The man was still fully dressed in jeans and T-shirt while she was almost naked. Again. He wore an intent 61
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expression, his concentration on her and for her alone. His careful attention, his teasing fingers and abrasive tongue roused her femininity and made her feel every one of the sexual yearnings she’d pushed to the far reaches of her mind during the last two years. Felix nibbled the soft skin of her inner thigh. Tomasine winced at the suddenness of it but he soothed the sting away with a sweep of his tongue. Rough yet sensual, she recalled the way his tongue felt lapping at her juices and curling around her swollen clit. Moisture trickled from her body at the thought of a repeat experience. Restlessly she stirred, her eyes silently beseeching him for action. He grinned. “Patience, sweetheart.”
He lifted her, cupping her bottom with his hands and pressing his nose against the crotch of her panties. Tomasine’s breath caught as she watched his face. Pleasure simmered beneath the hard surfaces and when his lashes lifted, she saw the glittering need in his eyes. She swallowed at the tension that ratcheted up sharply between them when their gazes met and held. Frissons of excitement pummeled Tomasine while she waited for his next move.
“You want me,” he said in a husky voice.
“Yes.” It was nothing less than the truth.
“That’s good because you belong to me.” His face had an untamed quality about it but he didn’t frighten her because part of her suspected he might be right. When they were together, it felt as if a missing part of her had slotted into place. Tomasine bit her lip to keep from blurting her agreement. It was early days yet. Her daughter and Gina came first. Always.
He inhaled deeply again and a shudder racked his muscular frame. Tomasine thought he might rip her panties off. She wanted them gone, but instead he leaned over and dipped his tongue into her navel. He licked in broad strokes, sweeping in a clockwise direction, gradually circling inwards. A quiver of sensation streaked straight to her core. Tomasine gasped and he repeated the move, her body tingling, her breasts prickling against the cotton confines of her bra. 62
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“Too many clothes.” Both of them.
“Patience,” he counseled. A hint of a smile twitched his sensual lips at her impatient huff. “Turn over for me.”
“I’ll have to release my hands.”
“Yeah, but you won’t be able to touch because you’ll be lying on your tummy.”
“Humph,” Tomasine muttered, but she obeyed his order anyhow. So far everything he’d done had felt great. Frustrating yet seductive. She’d be a fool to turn from whatever lay in store for her. Slowly, she turned and flopped onto her stomach. Silence reigned in the bedroom. Her skin started to prickle and she knew he was studying every inch of her body.
“The undergarments need to go,” he murmured.
Oh yes please. Tomasine felt her bra give when he unfastened the hook and eye closure. Her breasts eased into a more comfortable position and she waited eagerly for him to whisk off the garment and touch her aching body. It didn’t happen. Instead he tugged off her panties and tossed them aside. Felix grasped her upper thighs and parted her legs, allowing the cool air to whisper across her exposed sex. The sensation was exquisite against her heated body, while the knowledge that he studied her hidden folds stoked her arousal higher. Heat gathered in her face as she imagined his expression. The only thing that could make it better would be if he touched. Words of beseechment crowded her throat but she choked them back. Tomasine felt the mattress move and then he stroked his fingers across one buttock cheek ever so softly. With lazy circles, he trailed his hand over her bottom. It was soothing and arousing and still frustrating. He manipulated her flesh, alternating kneading moves with unexpected but playful smacks that sent licks of heat straight to her pussy. Tomasine writhed on the bed. “Felix. Please.” Her bottom glowed with heat while increasingly urgent hunger clawed at her. She was so ready for his possession—his cock plunging deep…filling her pussy.
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“Please what?” Laughter laced his tone. He sucked and he nibbled. He stroked and smacked again. Tomasine felt her juices run from her pussy. She shifted her weight, waiting for his next move. Eagerly. Her breasts ached for attention while the simmering need he’d built in her already rose a notch higher. A third sharp tap on her buttocks wrenched a groan from her throat.
“Are you okay?” Felix turned her body so she stared up at him. He glanced at her face for an instant longer as if reassuring himself before he tugged her loose bra down her arms and tossed it aside like the rest of her clothes. Tomasine frowned a little when Felix sat back on his heels to study her breasts. They were large given her petite frame and sagged a little after breastfeeding her daughter. He touched the tip of one nipple with the back of his hand and watched it contract. “Beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she whispered, treasuring the rare compliment. “You can touch, if you like.”
Oh yeah
. He intended to touch and a bit more. Felix suppressed a swallow and the need for haste. His cock and balls were on fire, the reason he remained fully dressed. He knew the moment his clothes came off, he was going to need to thrust into her hard and fast without any other preliminaries. This time was for her, for discovering what she liked, for exploring and appeasing his curiosity.
Her nipples were large and coral-colored. Felix ran his finger along the underside of one breast from base to the edge of her areola and carefully watched her reaction. She jerked, her breathing hard. He repeated the move and heard the catch in her breath.
“Hands above your head,” he whispered, waiting until she followed the order before touching her again. Once her fingers curled around the bars of the headboard, he cupped and lifted both breasts, massaging the undersides with a gentle circular motion. Her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed under his ministrations. Watching her open reactions, the change in her body and smelling the rich scent of her arousal was pure torment but also a revelation at how much he cared for her 64
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already. In the past he would have moved rapidly to consummation. The need to give as well as receive was something new. And daunting because it heralded a new chapter in his life. He wouldn’t be alone any longer.
Felix bent his head to kiss and nibble at the full globes he was fondling. He smelled warm shifter female and the clean scent of soap with only the slightest suggestion of the perfume. He explored every inch of her breasts with his mouth, starting at the plump undersides before working toward the areola and finally, his mouth closed over the tip. With gentle suction, he teased her and drove himself toward madness. He felt the rising tension in her body, the increased heart rate and soft purring that signaled pleasure. He let her nipple pop from his mouth and studied the shining wetness before glancing up at Tomasine. They stared at each other and it was easy to read the pleading in her eyes. Although he was tempted, he stuck to his game plan. He wanted her addicted to him, to their lovemaking, craving him so much she would never consider leaving Middlemarch. Selfish perhaps—yet necessary. Felix knew he’d never survive in a city or another country town. A visit was manageable but nothing more. He’d tried briefly and almost suffocated living amongst the sheer numbers of nameless people and tall, closed-in buildings. He liked the familiarity of family and friends in Middlemarch. He liked his job as a farmer, tending land and animals.
“Are you going on strike?”
The snippy tone brought a grin. It seemed as though his plan to turn himself into an addiction was working. “I’m pondering what to do next.”
“I can draw you a map.”
Felix suppressed a smirk and started paying attention to her other breast. The second his mouth closed over her nipple she ceased her impatient sighs and relaxed into the mattress. He loved her demands and her tart mouth, her independent streak. A typical cat—aloof and solitary, sneaky and cunning. His amusement fell away. All qualities that helped a shifter stay alive in this modern world. 65
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He suckled a fraction harder and the loud purr that rumbled deep in her throat echoed in his mind. She was so responsive and open in her loving despite being so wary in her everyday life. Felix gave her nipple one final thorough lick and let go before moving back down the bed.
“About time,” Tomasine muttered.
Felix chuckled and arranged himself between her parted legs. He stroked the flats of his hands over her pelvic bone and her upper thighs, letting her get used to the idea he was going to become more intimate. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders so her pussy was at the perfect level for exploration. Felix caressed the entire area very lightly, smiling at her musical purr.
“More,” she demanded in a hoarse voice.
Felix pressed open-mouthed kisses to the skin of her upper thigh and breathed warm air onto it, gradually skirting her vulva. Her legs relaxed as he continued to explore, parting her pubic hair and brushing his finger around her vulva again. A soft groan erupted when he delicately opened the outer lips and breathed on her exposed flesh.
“Felix, you’re torturing me.” A soft protest.
“Yeah.”
“Stop,” she said in a sharp voice.
“You want me to stop?”
Shit
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“No. No! Don’t stop. I meant you should stop teasing and move this program right along. I’m dying here.”
“Glad you cleared that up,” Felix said, his heart still pumping to expel the sudden alarm that had seized him on hearing the first stop.
He increased his pace, moving his fingers carefully and lightly without touching her clit. Her breathing grew choppy and the spicy scent of her arousal more arousing to him. Each light flicking move, each touch brought more juices to the entrance of her 66
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vagina. He dipped a finger into her and she thrust against it, pushing him deeper. A loud liquid squelch sounded. Felix grinned at her impatience and continued his slow exploration even though it was killing him. Withdrawing his finger, he played across her swollen clit. His hand trembled, making him grimace. He had the control of a green kitten who hadn’t gone through his first change yet.
Felix arranged her lower body on the mattress, stood and ripped off his shirt. His socks, jeans and boxers followed with quick dispatch. Pausing only to grab a condom, he ripped open the packet and rolled it on his painfully erect cock. Seconds later he guided his erection to her entrance and pushed into her with one seamless thrust. Fully seated, he froze. “Ah hell. That feels good.” If he moved, he was going to lose it. He breathed deeply and counted backward from ten to one. Didn’t help much.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Yeah. Do your worst.” Felix savored the warm grip of her cunt as it flexed around his cock. Hell, he’d died and landed in heaven. Tomasine’s arms came around him, holding him tightly to her as if she were afraid he’d stop. No chance of that. He withdrew a fraction and pushed back inside, setting up a seductive rhythm. They both sighed. Tomasine drew his head down and claimed his lips in a rough kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and his cock jumped. Felix quickened his thrusts and hoped he’d prepared her enough. He didn’t think he could hold on much longer.
“You close?” he demanded.
“So now you decide to hurry,” she mocked.
Even though it killed him, Felix withdrew from her totally and they stared at each other for a long moment. Dismay filled her eyes. Felix wanted to laugh even though his balls ached something fierce. “I can go slow again.” A lie. He hoped she didn’t call him on it. If he didn’t thrust into her heat soon, he was gonna die. All the cold showers in the world wouldn’t cure the gnawing ache in his balls, his mind. His soul.
“We’re going to run out of time,” she countered sweetly. “Leo will arrive back with the girls.”
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She had a point. Felix guided himself back inside her pussy and they both let out a purr of contentment. He didn’t muck around this time. Firm and steady strokes propelled him toward release. Felix placed one hand beneath her butt to deepen the strokes. He felt a flutter, the faintest clamping down on his cock. A sigh followed by a loud purr. Felix stopped trying to hold back. His deep strokes became rapid, setting off a more intense sensation. It started at the base of his spine, growing bigger, becoming more. His heart pounded like a base drum. The bed creaked in protest, the headboard almost connecting with the wall when he thrust. Tomasine gasped, her fingernails digging into his back. She froze, letting him do the work. Felix felt her contractions and heard her dark moan when she came. It ended on a scream, bringing a proud smirk to his face. He thrust once. Twice. The third time did the trick turning the unbearable tension into an explosion. A raw and guttural moan ripped from his throat. Semen spewed from his cock in powerful jets that shook his body. Blistering waves of sensation crashed over him and gradually receded. He collapsed weakly, their sweatsheened bodies clinging together in the after throes of orgasm.
“About time you finished,” a voice came through the wall.
“Go away, Leo,” Felix muttered, not wanting to move.