Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

She gasped, her muscles tightening all over. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, panting.

He lifted her with his hands beneath her hips. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as he said. He strode from the kitchen, through the den, along the hallway, to her bedroom. Walking through the doorway, he stroked his fingers between her cheeks and gently caressed her tight hole.

“Juan!” She almost jumped out of his arms.

He chuckled. “Hold still before you fall.”

“You scoundrel. You almost made me.”

“Quit wiggling. We’re almost there.” With a grin, he lowered her to sit on the end of the bed.

“I want
your
clothes off, too.” Thank God, he was smiling again. He’d been so serious earlier tonight.

Backing away a couple steps, he unbuttoned his shirt. “Stay right there. This will only take me a minute.” He stripped off his shirt, unfastened his jeans, and removed his shoes.

With his jeans gaping open as he worked, she saw that he wore nothing underneath. The idea of him being naked under his jeans was damn sexy. Just the thought caused her dripping-wet opening to ache even more. She was more than ready for him to slide inside her.

He whisked off his jeans and tossed them on the floor with his shirt.

His tattoo fit him. At times he acted like a feral wolf. She admired his muscular build. He was beautiful. She reached for him, wanting to touch his dark, tan skin. His amazingly sculpted chest and abs tapered to his lean, muscular belly. His cock rose high and hard, the skin glistening tight below the hood. As she stared, a drop of pre-cum rose from the little slit on the top of the smooth head. She wanted to spread it all over the tip of his cock and take him in her hand.

If her rich friends discovered what she’d been doing with Juan, and especially with Juan and his friend, they’d be horrified. Might even turn their backs on her. Surely they didn’t approve of this sort of playing around, even if she was divorced. Hoping they would never find out, she reached for his hard penis.

“Later,
querida
.” His voice came in a deep, soft purr. “You come first.” He smiled. “I want to taste you. Stand up on the side of the bed.”

“How will I balance?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll steady you.”

Wanting to squeeze her thighs together after what he said he wanted her to do, she pushed herself up, gathered her feet beneath her, and slowly stood on her soft bed. What in the world did he have planned?

He grasped her hips and held her facing him. “Spread your feet apart.”

“What?” She had no idea how that would work, as wobbly as she was. “I can hardly keep my balance.”

“Like this. Hold onto my shoulders.”

He helped her move one foot and then the other as she gripped his broad, muscular shoulders. When he finished, her thighs spread wide apart. He moved in close and nuzzled her folds. She inhaled swiftly and squeezed his shoulders hard.

“Your pussy is so soft.” His breath was warm and tickled her folds. He kissed her there, and his tongue delved to caress her clit.

“Oh!” she cried. The sensation brought intense, aching need to her channel. Shivers shook her.

He slipped his hands around her hips and held her snug to his hungry mouth. Nibbling and licking, he stroked between her folds with his wicked tongue. He parted her labia and pushed his tongue deeper, up and down.

“Oh, my God! Juan, I’m going to collapse.”

He let go of her, and she flopped down across her bed. He grinned and crawled after her, his knees on either side of her legs. “Scoot back, babe.”

It didn’t leave her much room. She had to raise one bent leg slightly and push with the other against the bedding.

“That’s the way.” He rolled on the condom he’d taken from his wallet.

She wanted to climax. She’d been so close.

“Stop right there. That’s perfect. Now spread your legs and bend your knees a little.”

She did as he asked, and he helped her by supporting her legs with his hands. He lowered his head between her thighs. The touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh made her hips buck. She gasped. Her muscles tensed.

“Don’t move. I want to taste you again. I can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy.”

Her nether lips pulsed and ached at his words. Liquid pooled there. His tongue tormented her as he licked and sucked her swollen flesh.

“So beautiful,
querida
,” he rasped.

She bucked when he teased her clit. Her limbs trembled from exertion. He stroked between her labia with his fingers, spreading her cream between the folds and around her clit. One large finger slid down lower to her sensitive opening and circled. He pushed his finger slowly inside a little way and stopped.

“Juan! I’m going to come.”

“Come then, baby.” He positioned the head of his hard cock between the lips of her opening and pushed inside. “Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. You feel so good squeezing my cock when I push inside you.”

It felt like he pushed all the way to her womb. He moved in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Their hot, damp bodies seemed to melt together. His tight balls pressed against her. Her own flesh tightened with ever-increasing, aching sensations. Her back bowed, and she shook with the force of her body’s sensual possession. With a hard buck, she climaxed.

“
Dios
.” Juan’s low growl next to her ear signaled her just as his stiffened cock ejaculated and pumped, his body arched over hers.

Muscles deep inside her, around her womb, convulsed with a kick—harder than she’d ever felt before. The walls of her vagina milked his cock as their orgasms continued until she ached. Gradually, their bodies quieted until only little pulses stroked his cock, still hard within her.

“My God, Juan. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Glad you felt it with me.” He smiled at her as he moved to his side with his arms around her.

Supremely euphoric, she rested one leg on top of his, loving the feel of his damp, heated flesh against hers as he held her.

After a while, she regained her strength and slid her leg up and down his, enjoying the warm, rough textures.

“Want to play again?” he asked.

She definitely wanted to. “Yes, I’d love to. My turn. I want to pleasure you.”

“By all means, go for it. But first, I need another condom. There’s one in my wallet in my jeans pocket.”

“I’ll get it.” She moved off of him and crossed the room to his pile of clothing. “Here it is, but you don’t need it yet. I’ll tell you when.” She handed him the wallet.

He removed the foil packet. She didn’t plan to put the condom on him yet. He walked into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. There was so much she’d never tried with her ex. She would enjoy having Juan teach her, but this time she’d handle things. His cock rose and stiffened even more as she watched him while he returned to her bed.

“Are you game for something different?” She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Always,” he said.

“Okay. I think you’ll like this. Stretch out beside me.” She slipped on a thin latex glove she’d taken from her cosmetics drawer and opened the tube of lubricant she’d found in his jeans pocket.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, as he joined her.

“You’ll find out in just a minute. Spread your legs.”

He grinned at her. “I have a feeling this is going to be fantastic.”

“Ready?” she whispered. Did he truly believe that? Or did he wonder if he’d agreed to something he might not like? She hoped she didn’t botch this.

He’d opened his legs wide, and it was obvious that he was already aroused and would be happy to slide inside her. But she wanted to give him pleasure first. “Grab hold of the top of the headboard.”

“Whatever you want,
chica
.” He smiled at her, raised his hands and gripped the top edge.

His muscles clenched. “Don’t let go,” she warned. She took his erection in her hand and felt his immediate reaction. Seemingly with a life of its own, his hard cock surged and hardened even more within her grip. A drop of pre-cum gathered at the slit on the swollen, darkened head. She lowered her upper body and licked the satin-smooth skin stretched taut over his erection. She stroked from the base to the hood. Circling the ridge, she listened to his deep moan of pleasure and tasted the glistening drop of cum on top. With her other hand, she squeezed some of the lubricant onto her fingers, slid her fingers behind his balls, and found the tight ring of his anus.

“Cindy,” he growled. “
Dios mio
.”

His body writhed, and she circled the small hole with the pads of two fingers, spreading the lubricant over his puckered flesh. His hips bucked, and his back arched. She must be doing something right. “Does that feel good? Do you like it?”

“Fuck, Cindy, what you’re doing to me.” His eyes darkened with his pleasure and obvious need. His hands gripped the headboard harder, slanting it a little away from the wall.

“Don’t let go of the headboard,” she ordered. “I’m not finished with you.”

He groaned again, sounding almost tormented. She stroked his tight flesh again, making sure he was well lubricated. Pressing one finger into the entrance, she slowly worked the tip of her finger inside his tight ring.

“God, Cindy.”

Smiling to herself, she slid her finger inside a little further. Watching his face for any sign of discomfort, she stroked the flesh just inside. She’d heard there was a sweet spot that heightened pleasure for men. Sliding her finger in and out as his groans increased in volume, she gently searched for that certain place that would bring him unimaginable ecstasy. She felt his muscles clench and took his long, thick cock into her mouth, deeper, swirled her tongue around him.

“Cindy!” he shouted. “
Dios
!” He climaxed, his body rippling like a whipcord with the slamming waves of his orgasm.

She swallowed his spurting cum, swirling her tongue around his pumping cock and licking him. Moving her head up and down over the length of him, she laved him with long strokes of her tongue.

“
Dios, querida.
Never have I experienced anything so fuckin’ sexy before.”

She released his cock and slid her finger from him, caressing the sensitive flesh as she did so. She peeled off the latex glove and tossed it into the waste basket beneath her dresser.

“Come here, baby.” He held his arms out to embrace her.

She crawled to his side, and he wrapped her close in his hard-muscled arms, covered her mouth with his. He delved deep with his tongue, ravaging her mouth with his almost feral hunger.

She slipped one hand across his chest, loving the warm, solid feel of him, his lean muscles and hard torso.

“Did you enjoy making me come like that?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Yes. I thoroughly loved it.” She smiled at him, careful to hide her feeling of satisfied mischief.

“It’s late,” he said. “You need your sleep.”

“Can you stay? I’d like you to stay with me tonight if you can.”

“
Querida
, I’d love to stay with you.” He hugged her tight, smoothing his hands over her waist and breasts. He wished they could be together all the time, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t want him there if she knew what he was.