by Cora Zane
His body burned—on fire for her, his mate. He knew it then without a doubt. His tongue tangled with hers, a mad duel for domination. His heart beat like the wings of a caged bird, his love for her soared into the sky. She smoothed her hands down his chest, and when her hot hands at last dipped inside the top of his pants and touch him, he almost went off like a rocket. Trembling, he quickly shrugged loose of her and reached down to unbuckle his belt. When he had unzipped himself, and slinked out of his pants and his boxers, his cock strained toward her heat in throbbing agony.
When he stood naked, he reached for her hips again, slipping her lace panties from under her hips before tugging her closer to the edge of his desk.
Hallie reached between them, cupped his hard sex in her hands, and stroked him against her body. She tilted her hips and ran his dick up against her moist juncture, cherry shaped head slipping in her wetness, nudging him against the hardened pebble of her clit.
"Ah, shit," he groaned, the visual stimulation sending a heated tremor through his body. If she kept that up, he wasn't going to last. He was pretty sure he'd never witnessed anything quite so erotic in his life; the object of his affection mastering his body, pleasuring him by pleasuring herself.
"This isn't going to work," he growled sharply, and Hallie jolted, looked up at him, slightly dazed.
"No?"
"No," he gritted. "I need to taste you, to make this last. Here, wrap your legs around me." She did as he commanded, and he picked her up off his desk, his erection nudging against her belly as he carried her to the couch across the room.
"I want to make it good for you," he explained as he placed her against the cushions and knelt down in front of her. He splayed her legs, his cock jerking as he took in the full view of her glistening pinkness. The sight of her smooth, bare pussy shook him; he'd never before wondered if she shaved. Seeing now that she did made his desire spike. His nostrils flared, his body shuddering as he exhaled. He took her calf in his hand, and eased her leg up over his shoulder.
Mitchell forced himself to go slowly and traced his finger along her delicate petals, the feather light touch gathering creamy moisture from her slit. She shifted slightly, her breathing a heavy in the crackling silence of the room. He traced his thumb over the swollen clitoris, swirling against it with faint pressure. She moaned, her glacial eyes taking on a glassy sheen, as he dipped first one, then another finger, into her moist heat.
"I love you," he whispered, his gaze locking with hers.
"I love you too," she choked out, and her admission made his heart swell, and his cock feel so suddenly full and heavy, he thought he might burst.
Determined to take his time, he lowered his head and kissed her first along her inner thigh. She shuddered in response, and his heart kicked against his ribs. He traced his tongue along her thigh, down to the open apex of her body. There he lathed her pussy lips until they glistened with her fragrant dew.
"Mitchell," she gasped, and widened her knees, allowing him further access. He slowly traced his tongue over her erect bud, and she undulated against him, her hands threading in his hair, welcoming his closer, urging his tongue and fingers to further invade her body. Her hooded eyes fixed on him like crystalline stars—drowsy, ever so sexy. She licked her lips, a gestured he recognized, "So good. Oh, yes… Like that."
He did as she bid him, his tongue swirling and flicking around her hard clitoris. Her whole body trembled, and he knew she was close. His own needs built to the point of pain, and yet he drew on her erotic energy, holding back until the heated fever of his own desire nearly spiraled out of control. His bones creaked, a sudden jab of movement beneath his skin. His desire became a threat. She was on the edge, but he couldn't hold back any longer.
He needed to fuck her, to claim her—his Hallie, the keeper of his heart. If his animal side took over, he could inadvertently hurt her.
Mitchell pulled back, easing her calf from his shoulder, so he could rise up over her. She stroked her hands along his shoulders and down his muscular back, welcoming him to her body as he'd fantasized so many times. He snarled in satisfaction when she nipped at his chin, and then his cock brushed the edge couch and he groaned in agony.
"Hallie, now! I need you now!"
Her hands guided his hips, welcomed the intrusion of his body into hers. His cock slid easily into her tight velvet heavy, every sweet thrust seating him deeper inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, and clutched his buttocks, sending him higher with each thrust.
"Mitchell!" she barked hoarsely as she tumbled over the edge. He pulled back, watched the orgasm sweep over her flushed face. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Her legs locked around him; her inner muscles sucked hard at him as she rode out her the final dying embers of electric pleasure on his cock. She moaned, the grip of desire shaking her body, vibrating through him, vibrating everywhere, sweeping him up into wave after wave of bliss.
Mitchell withdrew from her sharply, his final thrust slipping up between their bodies, nudging her clit. He groaned so sharply, it was nearly a cough; his cock twitching as he spilled his seed against her belly. Hallie reached between them, gripped him in her sure hand, and milked him of his last. He jerked against her, and when at last he could take no more, he clasped his hand over her own to stop her.
Immediately, he found her mouth and kissed her lingeringly, deeply. Love, lazy and sweet, zinged through his body.
"Mm…"
He eased off of her, and watched in shocked amazement as Hallie proceeded to rub his essence into her skin. Of course, she had to do something, he reasoned. Still, his heart lodged in his throat as his eyes zeroed in on her slender hand. She couldn't know what she was doing, the intimacy of such a gesture. Beyond the smell of sex, she couldn’t know how rubbing his cum into her skin infused her with his scent, essentially marking her. A gesture reserved for mates.
"I wish that could have lasted longer," he admitted, his voice rough and gravelly with emotion. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I've wanted you too long." He kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, and she smiled at him.
"That was amazing and you know it," she rumbled softly, and laughed. "We can try again in a little while, if you like. But first, I think one of us better get dressed."
"Why's that?"
"Well, if we answer the door like this, the delivery boy might get the wrong idea."
He frowned at her, and then remembered. "Shit, I forgot about the takeout."
She nodded, her gaze sliding heatedly over his body when he stood up to find his clothes. At the last second, he gave in to his instincts and turned back to her. "Don't you go anywhere," he warned, and cupped her cheek.
He turned her face to his, and kissed her, amazed by the feelings of love and tenderness he felt for this human woman. His Hallie.
She didn't know it yet, but tonight was only the beginning.
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About the author:
Cora Zane has written several erotic romance novellas in the past year. Her current titles include Crossing Borders, Bonding Experience, and Wicked Temptation, all of which are currently available through Cobblestone Press (http://www.Cobblestone-Press.com/)
She also has a free novella entitled Under A Midnight Moon, which available as a free download through the Midnight Moon Café website.
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