Chapter Twenty-One
Thrasher stood in the small living room of Kaspyn’s bungalow, fighting the urge to go after her. If he thought he’d wanted her before, he’d been fairly sweating bullets when he’d switched on that lamp to find her naked.
God, but she was perfection in its finest form, he painfully admitted, staring at the closed door she’d disappeared behind.
He quietly moved across the room and rested his forehead against the wooden surface of the door. “Kaspyn?”
Silence.
“Kaspyn, don’t do this. Will you at least talk to me?”
The door suddenly opened. “I could force you to take me, Thrasher.”
That was one of the rare times she’d actually used his name and not referred to him as land walker. “You could, but you won’t.”
She narrowed her eyes.
Thrasher continued. “You have too much honor, which is one of the things I admire about you…about your entire race.”
“You admire me?”
“I admire your strength,” Thrasher stated quietly. “Your pride, your ability to lead. But most of all, I admire your guileless nature. I always know where I stand with you. You’re not coy or deceptive. You know what you want and you go after it. That’s a rare thing in my world.”
She held his gaze without blinking. “I want you.”
Thrasher inwardly groaned. He wanted her too, so bad that his entire body felt erect; not just his shaft.
Allowing his gaze to travel down her beautiful form, Thrasher made a decision. Though it might cost him his sanity, he would give her the pleasure she sought without taking her virginity. “Okay.”
“Yes?” she breathed, her amber-colored eyes glittering in the semi-darkness.
Thrasher clenched his teeth as more blood raced to his erection. “I need you to do exactly as I tell you. No questions asked.”
When she remained quiet, he demanded, “Sit on the foot of the bed and then lie back for me.”
Backing up to the mattress, Kaspyn lowered herself onto its cushiony surface before easing down to her back.
Thrasher couldn’t take his eyes from her breasts. Damn, but she was perfection.
His gaze traveled down her midriff and over her stomach to settle on the slightly raised mound of her woman’s center.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Thrasher tossed it on the floor behind him and went to work on his boots and pants. He peeled his boxer-briefs down his legs and stepped out of them.
Taking an unsteady breath, he moved forward and lowered to his knees before her.
Thrasher noticed that his hands shook slightly as he placed them on the insides of her thighs and gently pushed them apart.
The moonlight spilling in through the window lent him just enough light to see her glistening center, and his shaft twitched in reaction. He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to bury himself inside Kaspyn. He wondered if he’d been wrong in thinking he could simply pleasure her. His erection had grown to the point of pain, and his entire body felt fevered with need.
She lifted her head to peer down at him. “I do not understand. Bracadytes use their penises during sex.”
“Lie back and relax,” Thrasher rasped, settling in closer. “I’m asking you to trust me.”
Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he tugged her ass to the edge of the bed and draped her knees over his shoulders.
A growl of need rumbled in his throat as he brought his fingers around and gently opened her to his gaze. She had to be the most sensual creature ever created.
Flattening his tongue, he swiped it from her opening to the top of her mound, groaning when her hips bucked beneath him.
“Thrasher?” she whispered, uncertainty evident in her voice.
Thrasher merely tightened his grip on her and repeated the process before swirling his tongue around her erect bundle of nerves. And she was erect. He could feel her tiny pleasure spot hardening with every pass of his tongue.
Son of a bitch! He thought in a lust-filled haze. He’d never been with a female who responded as quickly as Kaspyn. She was sensitive to the touch and loaded with untapped passion.
The more Thrasher lashed at her small bundle of nerves, the tighter it became. And then he sucked it into his mouth.
Kaspyn cried out, her thighs gripping the sides of his head like a vice. He didn’t care as long as he could continue tasting her.
Her hips began to move, her body telling him without words where it wanted him most. Thrasher followed her direction, learning her, recognizing her pleasure points.
Releasing one of her thighs, he brought his hand underneath her and penetrated her to the first knuckle. He could feel the resistance, recognized it for what it was.
He flipped his hand over, curling his finger back toward himself and moved it around in small circles at the top of her vaginal passage; never slowing the movement of his tongue.
The sounds coming from Kaspyn were driving him crazy with lust. Her breathing had accelerated to the point she panted beneath him. Her sweet center grew wetter by the second until her legs locked onto Thrasher’s neck and her entire body bowed off the bed.
Still Thrasher didn’t stop. He rose up onto the foot of the bed, holding her hostage with his hands and tongue until a hoarse scream wrenched from her throat.
Her body convulsing in his arms had to be the most satisfying sensation a man could experience.
Thrasher backed off a little, gently sliding his tongue around the edges enough to prolong her orgasm without destroying it with sensation overload.
Instead of going limp as most females would, Kaspyn stared up at him in wonder while tightening her feet behind his back. “I would like to do that again.”
Thrasher’s erection grew beyond painful. “You’re going to be the death of me.”