Chapter Thirteen
It was too damned good. Roni’s hands clenched in the sheets beneath her as Taber lay beside her and drove her to the edge of madness. His lips were at one breast, toying delicately with the hard peak while his hand tormented the other.
His tongue stroked confidently around the sensitized nub, the rough rasp causing her to cry out at the building sensations weaving through her body. When his mouth covered it, drawing on it with deep, hard pulls of his wet mouth, she nearly climaxed in reaction. Her womb spasmed with such force she flinched from it and nearly screamed out her pleasure.
“Yes!” he hissed, his voice rough as he moved over her, settling between her thighs, his mouth continuing to torture the swollen tip. “Let it go, Roni. Let me have it all.”
He moved to her other breast, repeating the caresses there as her hands clutched at his shoulders. How much more could she stand? She writhed beneath him, her hips arching as she pressed the aching mound of her pussy against the hard planes of his stomach. Oh, now that was good. Her clit throbbed in pleasure as it raked across his flesh.
At the same time his teeth gripped her nipple, pulling at it, his tongue stroking across it, creating a vortex of sensations that rippled through her womb. He stared up at her, his eyes so brilliant, so hot, it hurt to stare into them. His expression was intent, savagely hungry, yet softened with gentleness.
How many nights had she dreamed of him touching her this way, holding her?
Her fingers tightened on his muscled forearms; something was rising inside her that she didn’t know how to contain.
“I need to touch you.” She was restless, a heat and a yearning blooming inside her that she wanted to fight—wanted to and yet couldn’t.
It was that look in his eyes. Despite the lust, despite his pleasure in touching her, there was a sadness she barely glimpsed. She wanted to wipe it away and replace it with something more. With a pleasure as destructive as what he was giving her. Something beautiful, something so soul-deep it would wipe the shadows from his gaze.
He licked her nipple again, purring—oh God, he was purring—his chest vibrating with such a sexy sound that her pussy gushed with the force of her excitement.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath whispering over her flesh as he moved farther down her body. “Let me touch you, Roni. Let me drown in your taste. You have no idea how much I’ve needed this.”
His voice was tormented, hoarse. As though his only thought, his only need, was the hunger for her. But in his eyes she saw another need, one that came much too close to what she had seen in her own eyes over the years every time she looked in the mirror.
When he moved again she couldn’t think of anything more.
“Taber.” Her voice was a squeak of dismay as she felt his breath between her thighs.
Startled, she looked down her body, then moaned weakly as she watched and felt him spread her legs further, opening her to him, his eyes locked with hers.
“Cats love cream, Roni,” he whispered wickedly. “And I bet you have the sweetest cream in the whole damned world.”
The breath locked in her chest as she watched his tongue distend then disappear within the curl-shielded slit that guarded her sex.
“Oh God!” She tried to scream but the sound was weak, breathless, as her hips rose from the bed, her body shuddering at the feel of the long slow lick that parted her feminine lips and delved to the secretive opening into her vagina.
His hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom as he lifted her from the bed, angling her to the stroke of his tongue. Then he began to lap at her, small, hungry licks through the thick essence of her desire. He growled as he ate her, his tongue dipping into the furnace of her pussy, drawing yet more of the frothy sweetness into his mouth.
Roni stared unseeing up at the ceiling, wracked by a pleasure so exquisite she feared it would destroy her mind. His tongue was ravenous, merciless. It plunged into the small channel, stroking sensitized tissue, driving her to the edge of madness as she writhed beneath it.
He slurped at the cream he drew from her, the sounds of the moist excess joining his rumbling groans as his tongue fucked her with slow, even strokes.
It went beyond her most desperate dreams. The pleasure filling her was like nothing she could have imagined, nothing she could have dreamed of ever sharing with him. The intensity began to build. The rippling in her womb strengthened, the convulsive tightening of her vagina became spasms of almost painful pleasure.
“Taber,” she panted, shuddering in his grip, her legs tightening against his broad shoulders as she fought the rapidly building sensations streaking mindlessly through her body.
He growled again, the sound vibrating against her clit as he lifted her closer, his tongue stroking deeper, his nose grinding against the little bud in a caress that devastated her.
She screamed. The sound echoed around her as he destroyed her. Her orgasm exploded through her, ripping the world apart as light and color splashed behind her closed eyelids. Her hips gyrated, grinding her pussy against his mouth, intensifying the excruciating sensations as every muscle in her body trembled in protest against the strength of her release.
“Mine!” Taber’s hoarse shout was the only warning she had before he rose to his knees, lifted her, and buried his cock into the snug depths of her tightening channel.
Death couldn’t be as painful, as exquisite, as completely shattering, as the feel of his heavy erection separating her, forcing its way into the ever-shrinking depths of her pussy.
Roni shattered. Everything inside her collapsed around the desperate penetration, the hard, almost brutal thrusts of his cock inside her gripping cunt. He fucked her like a man gone mad, but even worse, her body accepted it, screamed out for more. She couldn’t believe that was her voice she heard.
Shattered screams. Pleas for more. Deeper, faster, oh God . . .
“Harder . . . ” Her hands were locked around the tight muscles of his forearms, her nails biting into his flesh, her legs lifting, her ankles crossing above his driving hips. “Harder . . . Fuck me, Taber. Fuck me harder . . . ”
Not her, she thought distantly. She wouldn’t scream such words. She wouldn’t plead so desperately . . .
“God! You’re too tight! Too tight, too hot . . . ” He was gasping, sweat dripping from his body to hers, his cock stroking inside her, pistoning desperately until he threw her higher, harder into yet another orgasm.
She felt the change in his cock again—the locking, the stroking against the most sensitive area of her quaking cunt—and lost all sanity. She didn’t know what she cried out. Didn’t know she could have the breath to voice a word. The sounds echoed around her, guttural, primal, as a roar exploded from his chest and she felt the deep, heavy pulses of heated sperm shooting hard and hot inside her.
Roni was only barely aware of Taber collapsing over her. His breaths were hard, gasping; his voice rough as he whispered words she could make no sense of. Their bodies were damp, locked together, and loath to separate. They could have stayed that way for eternity and she wouldn’t have protested. Her eyes were closed and as the last violent pulse of her climax shuddered through her body, she allowed exhaustion to capture and take her away.
Darkness swept around her as Taber’s body blanketed her, warmed her. She sighed, for the first time in years sated, replete and safe. She allowed herself to sleep.