Authors: Rebecca Airies
nipple. Her tongue lapped over the hard nub in a quick stroke. It puckered and
glistened wetly as she drew back. Her hand rose and plucked at the other hard nipple.
He captured her hand pulling it away from his chest. Her fingers skimmed over his
stomach as he guided it down his body. He didn‟t stop until her fingers touched his
hard length. She stroked him through the fabric.
“Feel how much I want you. I want to feel your tight wet pussy closing around me,
pulling at me. I want you crying out your need, screaming my name.” His hips rocked
into her touch.
“I want to feel you without the cloth.” She nipped at the dark nipple in front of her.
“You‟re so hard.”
He tasted so good. His arousal pulsed through her, over her. Her arousal spiked
and she ached with the intense needed. A shudder rocked his body beneath her lips. He
pushed her hand away from his cock for a moment and dealt quickly with the
fastenings of his pants. His cock sprang into her waiting hand. Her fingers stroked over
his erection as his hips pushed into her clasping fingers. She trailed her fingers over the
“I don‟t want to spill in your hands. Let me get you out of these clothes.” His hands
tugged her fingers away from his cock.
He stepped back and began stripping her out of her clothes. He slipped her shirt off
and then began working on the fastenings of her pants. The fabric loosened and he
lifted her, carrying her to her bed. As soon as her back touched the soft bedding, he
began tugging at the rest of her clothing. Her shoes went flying and her pants soon
followed. A moment after the last of her clothing left her body, his pants hit the floor.
He climbed onto the bed beside her. She reached forward, wanting to pull him to
her. He pushed her hands to her side. She could feel his anticipation and hunger. The
feel of his hands pressing her arms onto the bed sent a wave of excitement over her. She
wanted to push and play and see just how dominant he really was. He rose to his hands
His head lowered and his tongue stroked across the base of her neck. The slightly
rough texture of his tongue sent a shiver of pleasure rippling over her. She felt the
muscles in her pussy clench and she wanted more than the feel of his tongue on her
skin. Her fingers threaded through his hair. She barely had time to cup the back of his
head, before his fingers clasped around her wrist and pressed her hand back to the bed.
“You like that?” he asked. He trailed nipping kisses along her collarbone.
Did he mean the dominance or the kiss? She didn‟t know or care. Either way the
answer was yes. She loved it. She arched her neck giving him more access to it, but his
mouth moved away, down her sternum. A groan tore from her.
“Don‟t tease.” She lifted her hands and stroked across his shoulder and back.
He grabbed her wrists and once again pushed them to the soft fabric of the sheets.
She looked up and found him staring down at her. His lips were pulled into a straight
line and he looked utterly serious. If she hadn‟t been able to feel his desire, she would
have wondered if he wanted her at all.
“No touching just yet. You keep those hands right there. I want to touch you. I‟ve
ached to see and touch your breasts since I first caught your scent.” He kissed her once
hard and fast. His lips claimed hers, his tongue driving into her mouth.
She stroked her tongue against his. Just when she was sinking into the kiss, his lips
left hers. Her hands clenched on the soft blanket. She wanted to grab him and drag his
lips back to hers. His lips brushed across her shoulder and then down her chest. His
teeth scraped across the curve of her breast. She drew in a hissing breath and tensed at
the sharp stinging nip. His tongue swirled across the small spot. She wriggled beneath
his touch as her mind readily expanded on the explorations of his tongue. His tongue
traced around her nipple leaving a warm wet trail and tingles darting straight to the
tightening knot of tension low in her stomach. Her nipples tightened jutting up as if
begging for his attention.
His arousal mixed with hers, spurring her desire to a higher level. Her legs shifted
restlessly, widening. His teeth closed over her right nipple just as his hand cupped the
neglected breast. His teeth scraped teasingly over the taut bud. The hand at her other
breast lifted and squeezed the full mound. She arched into the firm touch.
His mouth closed around the upthrust nub. Hot moist warmth surrounded the
peak. She moaned, her head tossing on the soft blanket. Every touch seemed so right,
made her so hot that she was amazed that the bed wasn‟t smoldering beneath her. He
sucked greedily at her breast. That pulling draw arced through her, sending a spiral of
heat even higher. Just as he flicked the sensitive peak with one hand, he drew his teeth
over the wet nipple of the other. She arched and cried out. Her hands lifted. She needed
to touch him, feathering through his hair.
He pulled back the moment her fingers tangled in his hair. A low growl rumbled
and his lips pulled back revealing sharp canines. A rush of excitement zipped through
“Keep your hands on the bed. Obey me,
,” Jarritt ordered.
“I want to touch you.” She brushed her fingers across his shoulders. “I need you.”
He grasped her right hand and pressed it to the bedding. His face lowered until his
nose almost touched hers. “I need to taste you, to touch all of you. You will obey me.”
He gripped her left hand and put it on the bed at her side. She really wanted to
touch him, but she also felt his need. She gripped the blanket and turned her wrist. She
didn‟t know how long she could keep from touching him. He‟d been pushing her limits
since he kissed her. His tongue flicked at her nipple before his mouth lifted and his
hands drifted down her body.
“You taste so good, my
. I need to know you‟re mine in every way.” His
sincerity rang in his voice.
His arousal pulsed through her, over her. Her need spiked and she ached. The
building sensation tightened and twisted low in her stomach. She arched her body,
silently offering him anything he needed. He trailed kisses down her stomach, pausing
every so often to taste her skin. He moved his mouth lower to the bare lips of her pussy.
Hot breath feathered over her labia as he traced his fingers over the plump lips. She
drew in a shaky breath and spread her legs wider. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as
she waited tensely.
“You smell so good here and I can see your cream glistening on the lips of your
pussy. Do you want to feel my mouth there?” he asked. His fingers kept tracing slowly
over the swollen flesh, but didn‟t move for a more intimate touch.
She licked her lips and drew in a panting breath. Her clit was hard and aching. She
needed his mouth there, his fingers something. She tried twisting her hips to get what
she needed, but his fingers pulled away immediately.
“Tell me.” The order came out on a hard growl. His teeth scraped over the flesh of
her thigh, delivering a stinging nip.
“I want your mouth. Please touch me.” She barely recognized the voice as her own.
A shiver tore up her spine. She couldn‟t ever remember feeling this wild. His hands
urged her to lift her legs and spread them farther apart. One he hooked on his shoulder.
The other he pressed wide. The lips of her pussy parted exposing the slick pink flesh to
his gaze. He leaned close and inhaled.
Her only thought to that confident claim was, “Oh, yes!”
His tongue swiped over her pussy. Once, twice in bold claiming strokes. A shudder
streaked down her spine as his tongue found her clit. She hissed and her hips arched off
“You like that, my mate. I‟ll please you as you‟ve never known. Show me that you
want me. Let me hear your pleasure.” His head lifted and his eyes locked with hers as
he drew his fingers along the lips of her pussy.
Very deliberately, his fingers curled up and brushed across her clit. She tensed and
shivered as the pleasure sizzled and grew stronger. His fingers slid lower and he traced
them around her opening, pressing against the sensitive skin. He pushed two fingers
Her hips lifted into the fingers gliding into her. She felt the inner walls of her pussy
clenching around them, but it wasn‟t enough. Soft mews fell from her lips.
All too soon his fingers pulled from her. He lifted his hand to his mouth, drawing
the cream-coated fingers deep. Lisia couldn‟t take her eyes off his mouth as he cleaned
his fingers. A thrill of hot lust tore through her.
“Please, Jarritt, fuck me.” She almost lifted her hands, but she didn‟t want him to
pull away again.
He smiled and drew his tongue over her cunt. “I‟m going to feast on this sweet
pussy before the night‟s over, but now I need to claim what‟s mine.”
He rose to his knees, but didn‟t come down over her. He rolled her onto her
stomach. Before she could think about the change in position, his hand slipped under
her, lifting her to her knees. His hand cupped her pussy.
“Damn, Jarritt, I need you.” She pushed back against him.
She felt the head of his cock against her buttocks briefly before he reached between
them. Fitting his shaft to her slit, she felt the rounded head probe at the slick opening.
“Are you mine? Are you my woman?” He placed a kiss on her shoulder, but kept
their bodies separated.
She strained against his hold, but he easily held her still in front of him. His fingers
parted her labia and she drew in a breath. Her body quivered with anticipation. She
groaned with disappointment as his fingers didn‟t move.
“Tell me,” he urged. His finger just grazed her clit.
She looked over her shoulder. “I want you. I‟m your woman.” Desperate she gave
him what he needed.
His hips rolled forward. She could feel satisfaction rolling through him as his cock
slid into her. She felt her pussy clench around his cock and reveled in the sensation of
fullness. He began to move in slow firm thrusts.
Hungry for the pleasure, she pushed back into the strokes. The tightening heat
flared and she knew that a powerful climax would hit soon. A desperate sound ripped
from her throat as it remained just out of reach. As if in reaction to her need, his hips
drove forward more forcefully. She felt, more than heard, the throaty endearment as he
thrust into her.
Her inner muscles begin to ripple around his cock. A wall of white-hot sensation hit
her and the world seemed to explode around her. Her muscles quivered and she would
have fallen to her elbows on the mattress, but his arm circled just under her breasts
holding her up. His thrusts quickened, going as deep as he could. She felt the brush of
his balls against her leg and the heat of his body as his chest lowered to her back. She
felt the first spurt of semen just as she felt the graze of his teeth on her shoulder. His
teeth closed over it, not breaking the skin, but holding her in place as he came.
As she felt the last waves of his pleasure, she began to think about what had just
happened. Other than the great sex. She gulped and slowly shook her head, replaying
every word, every act in her mind. Anger rose. She didn‟t doubt that he‟d planned this.
All of it, down to pushing her to the point where she‟d have said or done anything to
But she didn‟t blame everything on him. She knew she‟d played a huge part in
letting this happen. She‟d been so certain that she would push him away before she
became too involved. Those days and nights of letting him touch her, reveling in his
kisses came back to haunt her. She‟d been too busy playing a game and forgotten that
Jarritt had been serious in his claims. He‟d practically told her he‟d do whatever it took
to keep her. She‟d wanted him too much to think about walking away from him this
time. The choice had been hers and she‟d been so immersed in the feeling of rightness
that she hadn‟t thought.
The mark at her neck would fade, but he‟d accomplished what he‟d been pushing
for almost from the moment they‟d met. He‟d gotten a more solid commitment out of
her. She hadn‟t just accepted him with her body. She‟d acknowledged his claim in
She groaned and panicked, tried to think of a way out of the situation that had just
gotten more complicated. Her hands clenched on the gray blanket. Fear rose inside her.
She could almost sense the walls closing around her, trapping her. She wanted to rage
and throw things, but there was nothing in the room to throw aside from the furniture.
The small table would do, but she doubted he‟d just lie still and let her launch it at him.