He flung the shirt, oblivious as to where it landed, not willing to remove his eyes from the veritable feast of her exquisite body. How the hell would he ever survive until he managed to immerse himself in his mate?
The thin grip he held on his control was slipping as he struggled to hold himself in check. He wanted to take this slow, to worship every delectable treat laid out before him, but her incessant writhing beneath him might waylay those desires. Each small movement created the most wonderful friction between her warm mound and his aching cock.
The connection between them sizzled and crackled in the crisp air. Staring into her glassy eyes, Dakota lowered his mouth to her lips once again for a light butterfly kiss, then paid rapt attention to the minutest details as he teased the swirls of her ear. His restraint was pushed to its limits, his delicate licks and kisses becoming interspersed with nibbles and bites.
Each lustful noise his efforts elicited from his princess created a celebration within his spirit, sending it soaring to the heavens and back again. Her responsiveness was everything he’d ever dreamed of and so much more. The link between them grew stronger as her fingers tightened in his hair, the slight pain grounding him as her soft body arched against his hard one.
Dakota’s lips made a slow trek down the graceful length of neck to tease her shoulder. The notch at the base of her throat tempted him, meriting extra attention to be lavished upon it. As he made his way along her prominent collarbone, he almost felt the sensations his loving evoked within her.
He teased her without mercy, spending long moments consuming the smooth curves of her breasts, ignoring the places she tried to draw his attentions. When at last he arrived at her left nipple, Tamara’s cry of need pierced his heart. Hesitating only a moment longer, he gloried in her shivers as his warm breath caressed the turgid peak.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Tell me, princess. What do you want? What do you need? Turn it all over to me.”
Her fingers slid through his hair, fisting in the silky strands as she struggled with the frenzy of want and tangled desires. As the warmth of his tongue stroked over her nipple, she arched her back and pulled his head closer. It thrilled him to see the goose bumps break out over her skin as his amused chuckle rippled through his body to be absorbed by hers.
“Everything! I want it all. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Before the words had died away, he sucked the delicious peak into the warmth of his mouth. Tamara flexed her hips, rubbing her clit against the hard length of his cock. She ground against him as he moved from one rich coral nipple to the other, stroking and kneading her small tits with his hands.
Each movement became more frantic as she rocketed out of control on an express train, ready to crest the highest of mountains. He enjoyed the ecstasy glowing on her beautiful face as she plunged headlong into a stunning orgasm.
As corny as it sounded, even hearing it in her own head, Tamara was certain she’d felt the earth move beneath her. Dakota seemed to be the one man able to bring her to orgasm with little effort, yet no matter how small the exertion, she was overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions he elicited with such skill.
It had been hell trying to contain her shuddering breaths, struggling to hold back the whimpering noises coming from somewhere deep inside her, expressing pleas she was not yet comfortable voicing. Although, in an unfamiliar way it felt safe to let her supplication be revealed to him.
Tamara was not accustomed to verbally expressing desires and needs. She was much more comfortable with physically directing and controlling sexual play, thus keeping her weaknesses hidden. Being a dominant player was a normal role for her in bed. This was vastly different, a new experience, the quiet pleas seeming to leave her exposed, relinquishing her needs to his loving care. She felt disconcerted by how easy it was becoming to turn everything over to him.
She trusted Dakota was not a man who would use her obvious surrender against her, other than as a guide in bestowing even greater pleasure. Where this inherent conviction came from, she had no idea. It went against all her life lessons to believe in or rely upon another, yet she found herself giving him her implicit trust.
A million diverse, contradictory feelings were battling for supremacy within her. She was frightened of this uncharted emotional territory. Having never given all of herself to anyone before, there was no map for her to follow, no signs to give her direction. The “L” word kept popping into her mind, trying to escape past her lips. The thought of admitting to such an emotion and actually speaking the words out loud was beyond frightening, bordering on being an alien domain.
There were snippets of memories from her childhood which brought back a sense of having been loved and cared for, but they were too distant and fleeting to help her now in this situation.
But she was not alone, and felt safe giving herself over to his care. Dakota surrounded her with warmth, tenderness and scorching passion. While she was not accustomed to listening to her heart, it reassured her he wouldn’t allow her to fall or be hurt. Instead, he’d protect and cherish her with everything he had.
In the past, sex had always been for sport—a recreational activity to help blow off steam. There were never any real attachment. But now everything was changing. This was so deviant from her norm—it went without saying what they shared was not just a mindless roll in the hay. They were creating and indelible emotional bond.
Some scary shit, for sure!
His deep, soothing voice broke into her mental musings. “Are you okay, princess?”
The depth of affection and concern in his dark eyes almost stopped her heart. Tamara wasn’t certain how she’d ever survive this. Then her personal motto flashed through her mind.
When all else fails, give ‘em attitude!
“Mmm…just getting warmed up, stud. That was a nice appetizer. I’m ready for the entrée now.”
His throaty laughter almost succeeded in breaking down her hasty attempt at self-preservation. Damn, this man posed a great threat to her natural defenses.
“Okay, baby. Let’s see if I can do something to fill you up and satisfy those hunger pangs.”
The double entendre had her blood heating and moisture pooling between her thighs. Yes, she’d like to be filled. The sooner the better. It was time to kick this delightful ride into full gear.
“Well, ride ‘em, cowboy,” she taunted in a superior tone of voice.
His penetrating gaze seemed to take her measure as he decided how to respond. She wanted to groan out loud with frustration when he did speak again in careful, measured tones.
“Not so fast, princess. We’re going to take this nice and slow, spend some time really getting to know each other.”
Aw, hell. He meant to continue torturing her with a slow seduction. But she still had some tricks up her sleeve. One way or another she’d quicken his pace. With the thought held firm in mind, she went forward, eyes wide open.
The solid weight of his body still covering hers ignited new desires. It didn’t matter she’d found release moments ago, she needed more to be satisfied. A whole lot more. Tamara was determined to get exactly what she wanted.
Cupping the sides of her breasts in his warm hands, Dakota lowered his head into the meager valley of her cleavage. He turned from side to side with tender movements, caressing the soft flesh with his cheeks. His thumbs stroked a delicate pattern over her nipples and she arched her back, bringing about a firmer contact. The simple petting touch was beyond extraordinary.
Of their own volition, her fingers wound themselves into his silky hair once again, holding him in place. For some reason the casual, tender way he touched her fired her desires, evoking unfamiliar needs as she lost herself in the rapture of his lovemaking.
Before the realization took root in her mind that this was the crux of the juxtaposition, making love as opposed to having sex, she was swept away. Coherent contemplation had become impossible as all thoughts melted away and her body too
k control.
She had to feel him held deep inside her, locked tight within her body.
“Dakota!”
“Hush, I’ve got you, Tamara.”
His attention remained focused on her swollen breasts and engorged nipples. Each tender touch and loving kiss created rivers of blazing heat sliding down her abdomen, pooling between her legs. Tiny nerve endings sprang back to life, her pussy lips and clit swelling. The heat rolling off his body only intensified the fire growing within her.
Shifting lower, at last heading the direction she wanted him to go, Dakota began tracing lazy yet intricate patterns over the quivering flesh of her abdomen. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate and envision the figures he drew with his tongue, but it wasn’t working. All she thought about was having his tongue licking her clit and plunging into her cunt.
She wanted him to take everything, draw her deep inside his body and merge together into one. Then she wanted to start from the beginning again and again, over and over until neither one of them had enough strength left to even lift a finger.
Chapter Nine
Everything he had, everything he was, went into cherishing Tamara’s beautiful body. An exponential increase in her allure occurred when the bright light of her spirit began shining through the exterior trappings, captivating Dakota.
Using the tip of his tongue and fingers, he traced the shapes of constellations on her skin. As a child, he’d learned about life and his people—where they came from, were going, even how they’d lived—through stories written in the stars. He imagined when he looked up upon those dazzling, guiding lights tonight he’d see something different written there for both of them. It was not possible to go through such a profound life altering experience as joining with your spirit mate without forever being changed.
Struggling to ignore the incessant ache in his cock, which demanded that he complete their joining, Dakota took his time investigating his mate. Her scent was an intoxicating combination of the world around them and her own unique, feminine scent. To him, she smelled like home. From her shiny, mahogany strands of hair all the way to her dainty, painted toenails, she was his life, his heart, his future.
Her fair skin was softer than velvet beneath his fingers, and tasted like the sweet nectar of a ripe peach on his tongue. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned their child taking sustenance from her breast, hungry mouth latched onto the round, coral areola. As his tongue teased the silver loop at her navel, he imagined countless hours lying with his head on the slope of her belly, rounded and full with their babe.
Catching the waistband of her cotton shorts with his fingers, he slid the material over slim hips, down the length of her legs and past her feet. Her tiny whimpers tested what strength he had left, but Dakota would not be denied. Cradling her foot in his hands, he began to work his way back up her petite body at a casual pace.
Tamara moaned as he kissed the arch of her foot, then gasped when he sucked a tiny toe into his mouth. She writhed with restless need on the pallet as he teased the tender flesh of her instep and ankle. Murmuring ancient words of comfort against her skin, he tasted every luscious inch, pausing whenever he found a sensitive spot to lavish with his attentions. He left no treasure undiscovered as he learned his mate’s body and her responses.
The soft hollow behind her knee drove him to distraction, but the tender flesh of her inner thighs beckoned. Each movement over her gorgeous body brought him closer to the heat of her core where the musky scent of her arousal drove him wild. He didn’t know how much longer he’d manage to hold back.
“Dakota, please!” Tamara shrieked as he nipped at her thigh.
“Relax, princess. I’ll get there.”
Looking over the length of her torso, he noticed she was no longer waiting for him, but had taken matters into her own hands in a literal way. Her small hands massaged her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples. The mere sight of her back arching, driving her breasts into her palms, was close to being his undoing.
Great Spirit! He wanted nothing more than to rip of his loincloth and sink into the heat of her body. With her knees bent as they were, he was able to see the moisture covering her bare pussy and inner thighs. The pink folds were open and inviting, her engorged clit peeking out from under its hood.
Drawing on his inner spiritual strength, he took a deep breath and continued on his path. They would have the rest of their lives for wild abandon, but only this one first time. He didn’t want it to be some fast, hurried fuck.
The first taste of her sweet cream on his tongue nearly killed him. As he laved the arousal from the crease of her thigh, Tamara’s fingers fisted painfully in his hair. With firm tugs, she attempted to guide his mouth where she wanted it most.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, wrapping his biceps under her thighs and folding his forearms over her hips to still her bucking movements. His arms were long enough his fingers came together along the sides her slit. Spreading her open, he took his time tasting every fold, discovering each tender morsel of flesh. Her mindless pleading made him smile, as did her efforts to move her hips, struggling against his tight hold.
No longer able to stand the delay himself, he thrust his tongue into her moist depths and made teasing circles around her clit with his finger while drinking in the heady juices of her response. His cock felt like a hard stick of dynamite ready to explode. Attempts to soothe the throbbing flesh by rubbing against the edge of the pallet only made him harder. Taking this slow just might kill him.
Tamara was going to lose it if the devil between her legs didn’t touch her clit soon. There were no two ways about it. The tiny bundle of nerves stood at attention, aching for his touch, but Dakota’s finger only circled around her needy flesh.
Convulsions shot through her muscles, milking his tongue. She needed more. The thought of him driving his cock into her cunt had her squirming against the tight hold of his arms. Each movement sent the cool, satin strands of his long hair tickling over her heated skin like the soft caress of butterfly wings.
As his tongue plundered her depths, she felt his nose nudge her clit and she neared an explosive state. If he pressed a little firmer she’d reach completion. She’d tugged on his hair endlessly, but it did no good. He seemed to be intent upon keeping her hanging by the edge of her fingernails, torturing her without relief.
Another gentle nudge with his nose had her gasping and cussing. “Damn you. Touch my clit,” she ordered.
“Not yet, princess.”
His light chuckle of laughter, coupled with the nickname, pissed her off. She growled and writhed, fighting with desperation for the one touch that would unleash the pent up volcano ready to blow.
“Dakota…you bastard. Fuck me!”
Nothing worked to get a response out of the crazy Cowboy-Indian driving her insane. Cursing, pleading, struggling—it was no use. He continued his relaxed tasting at her expense.
The instant he loosened his grip to change position, Tamara sprung into action but Dakota had anticipated her move. He unhooked his arms from her legs, pinning her beneath his forearms and upper body. This gave him more freedom to move his hands. Thick fingers spread her swollen lips again, and for a moment nothing happened. The devil stared at her open pussy, his breath caressing her flesh in a cool wave. A spasm shot through her clit at the stimulus, yet left her perched on the edge.
Her world dissolved as Dakota flashed a sinful grin then leaned forward. He captured the neglected bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking the flesh into his mouth with firm pulls. She felt the sting of his teeth as he latched onto her clit, followed by the electric stroke of his tongue.
Her eyes snapped shut, millions of pinpoints of light bursting behind her clamped lids as she surged over the precipice at last. Tamara heard herself scream the diabolical torturer’s name as endless spasms shot through her flesh. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through her body, leaving her in a state of complete satiation as her orgasm subsided.
Damn
, but was he good!
Exhaustion plagued her as she came back to her senses. Small aftershocks detonated through her quivering clit as the powerful rush faded. Tamara found the fiendish rogue staring at her, a wicked smile playing across his sensual lips. Her cream coated his mouth and chin.
He looked so fucking sexy.
She watched with intent curiosity as he rose between her trembling thighs, finally shucking off the scrap of cloth covering his groin. The divine sight of Dakota naked would have driven her to her knees, had she not already been lying down.
Disheveled strands of dark hair framed his handsome face. It was a strong, caring face capable of expressing deep emotion, which Tamara knew she would never tire of seeing. She read insatiable lust in his desire darkened eyes and the tight clench of his jaw.
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