by Aubrey Ross
Then her clever tongue began to tease, swirling and flicking until he gasped with each rotation. His rhythm sped up and his strokes deepened. His cock bumped the back of her throat.
She sucked him firmly as she pulled back, finally releasing him completely.
Cool air washed over his wet cock and he groaned. “On the bed.”
With a siren’s smile, she obeyed. She lay on her back and parted her thighs, grasping the back of her knees to hold herself open. He knelt between her legs and gazed at her wet pussy.
Unable to ignore the impulse, he bent and licked her folds. Her scent made him dizzy and demanding hunger ripped through him as her taste rolled across his tongue. He grasped her hips and raised her to his mouth, pushing deeper, into the heart of her. So soft, so hot, so undeniably his!
He licked and sucked with greedy relish, thrilled by her gasps and cries. His tongue stabbed into her core while his top lip caressed her clit. She wiggled and twisted, lost in the building sensations.
Cream flowed from her pussy, soaking her folds and streaming into the crease between her ass cheeks. The more freely she surrendered, the more aggressive he became. He wanted to devour her, drive her to endless peaks of pleasure as he feasted from her cunt. He shifted his mouth, focusing on her clit as he coated his fingers with her essence.
Sensing his darkening mood, she stilled. He carefully positioned his hand, two fingers at her vaginal gate and his pinky at her back door. Then he flicked his tongue across her clit as he pushed his fingers inside her.
“Please, may I --”
Yes.
She came in deep spasms, arching into his mouth. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers and her clit twitched against his tongue. He prolonged the spasms with the firm swirl of his tongue around and across her throbbing nub.
While she floated in the sensual aftermath, he draped her legs over his arms and thrust his cock into her core. Her hips canted so he could drive deeper. She raised her arms above her head and clasped her hands together as he began to move between her thighs.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he focused on the snug grip of her hot passage. Sensations swirled around him and flowed through him, gradually coalescing in his abdomen. All he had to do was release his stranglehold on his self-control and he’d go off like a volcano. But this was too important to be compromised by one selfish moment.
He pushed his full length into her and shifted her legs to his hips. Arching over her, he covered her mouth with his. Taste your pleasure on my tongue and feel me deep inside you.
I love this feeling. I think I could come just squeezing myself around you.
We’ll find out, but not tonight.
Her lips parted and her tongue curled around his, the kiss taking on a life of its own.
Rocking back onto his knees, he made room between their bodies. He continued to kiss her, but his hands caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Her inner muscles clenched each time he tightened his fingers, but he stubbornly refused to move.
Why did you stop?
I’m not coming until I’m in your ass, and I’m flirting with disaster at the moment.
Then pull out until you regain control.
Not until you come again.
His fingers found her clit and helped her obey. She tore her mouth away at the last moment and cried out. Her pussy rippled and she shuddered violently as the pleasure swept over her.
“Now comes the hard part,” she reminded him. “You have to pull out so I can turn over.”
Chapter Eight
Sasha’s nails dug into her palms as Grayson slowly separated their bodies. She felt hollow and incomplete without his fullness inside her. But this was only a pause, a momentary intermission. The best was yet to come.
Turning over onto her stomach, she folded her legs beneath her and rested her forearms against the bed. She missed seeing his face when they were like this, but it felt more natural, more fulfilling.
He caressed her back and hips, soothing and relaxing her. Ever since he first teased her ass with his finger, she’d been imagining how this would feel. His fingers brushed against her folds and his throaty groan made her smile.
“I could spend all night just playing with your pussy. You are so fucking soft.”
“I’ll let you sometime, but not tonight.”
His hands settled on her ass cheeks, slowly pulling them apart. Then his tongue traced a tingling path from her clit to her anus. She tensed, clutching the bedding to keep from wiggling away from his ruthless caress.
He repeated the trek over and over, teasing her clit then drawing the sensations to her other opening. She wiggled helplessly and his fingers dug into her flesh.
Be still. Concentrate on the sensations. Let yourself feel.
She closed her eyes, imagining what he looked like bent to her, holding her open, boldly preparing his mate for a new level of intimacy. His mouth left her for just a moment, and she felt something cool against her anus.
“From this point on you may come as often as you like. I won’t expect you to control your reactions until you’re familiar with these sensations.”
He circled her with his fingertips, then worked his way past her sphincter as he gently rubbed her clit with his other hand. They’d done this much before. She enjoyed the slide and the slight fullness, but knowing it was leading to full penetration put greater significance on what she was feeling.
Her body stretched wider as he carefully added a second finger and stopped rubbing her clit. “Focus on my fingers. Don’t let anything distract you from these sensations.”
The fullness was more pronounced yet not uncomfortable. He spread his fingers and rotated his wrist, stroking her from every angle. Tension gathered and pleasure built, but she fought back her release.
“I said you could come,” he reminded her.
“I want to wait until your cock’s inside me. I want to share my pleasure with you.”
He pressed a kiss against the small of her back and slowly drew his fingers out. “You’re amazing, my love. I’m so lucky to have found you.”
His words warmed her and helped her relax as he positioned himself to claim her. His hands grasped her hips, holding her steady as he drove inward. She pushed back against him, bearing down as her muscles opened around him.
Gradually, she stretched. Lights danced before her eyes and fire shot up her spine. She breathed through the pinch and absorbed the glorious fullness.
He paused, easing one hand between her thighs before he went deeper. Caressing her clit in gentle circles, he resumed his inward push. The sting receded, but the pressure was still overwhelming.
“I’m inside you now.” His voice sounded gruff and strained. “Stop fighting it. Your muscles will relax naturally if you let yourself come.”
Holding perfectly still with his entire length buried inside her ass, Grayson stubbornly drove her toward orgasm. He caressed her breasts and plucked on her nipples, his fingers in continual motions against her clit.
Sasha buried her face against the mattress and screamed in frustration and anxiety. She needed him to move, wanted him thrusting deep inside her. But her inner muscles still clasped him tightly. He was right; she needed to relax.
Forcing aside the urge to buck and wiggle, she concentrated on his hands. Each caress was gentle, each stimulation careful, revealing his tenderness. He loved her, needed her to find pleasure in this surrender, not just be willing to submit.
Sensations collected beneath his swirling fingertips. She absorbed the pleasure, drawing it deeper into her body. Tingling heat passed along her core, gathering speed and intensity. She offered herself to the pleasure, open and ready as the wave crested, bathing her in euphoric light.
He pulled back, not quite out, but when he pushed deep again, he felt cool and slippery. His long, steady strokes kept pleasure ricocheting through her abdomen. He drove in and her body throbbed, yet each outstroke felt even better. And his hands never stopped moving. He kept her
nipples hard and her clit tingling as he rode her with tender demand.
She came suddenly, the spasms sharp and fast. He growled and his pace sped, each drive going deeper. She reached for him with her mind, needing to feel his frenzy, letting it burn away the lingering remnants of her humanity.
He swept into her mind as he thrust into her body, hard, intense, and unrepentant. She reveled in his savagery. They were morphs, wild and free, ready for whatever life brought them.
She clawed at the bedding and tossed her head, overcome by the emotional tempest. Pleasure burst beyond orgasm and her sluggish mind registered the significance. It was happening again. She was morphing into her tiger self.
He shifted with her this time and pleasure followed her through the change. His massive body pinned her to the bed as he thrust in sharp succession, then spilled his seed. He let out a triumphant roar, then withdrew from her trembling body and leaped to the floor.
Is this going to happen every time I come?
The affection in his light blue gaze reassured her. It might until you learn to control it, but that seemed much smoother. How do you feel?
There was no cramping muscles, no burning joints, just the undeniable urge to run. I feel amazing, but restless as hell.
Then I say we run.
She pushed up from the rumpled blankets and carefully climbed off the bed. Her legs didn’t even wobble. She was steady and strong. Her vision blurred a bit as she turned her head.
You’ll get used to cat senses. We perceive things differently in tiger form than we do when we are in human form.
What about my gear?
You won’t need it where we’re going.
Before she could argue the point, he ran across the outer room and leaped through the large front window.
She took a deep breath and ran after him, easily clearing the window and landing in the yard.
Nicely done, but let’s move. A second white tiger will draw too much attention. We need to disappear.
I’m ready. She sent conviction along with the thought. Their future might be uncertain right now, but they could overcome anything together. Without a backward glance, she followed her mate into the forest.
Aubrey Ross
Award-winning author Aubrey Ross writes an eclectic assortment of erotic fiction. From power struggles between futuristic clans, to adventurous shapeshifters, her stories are filled with passion and imagination. Her works have been chosen as an EPPIE finalist, Passionate Plume finalists, and CAPA nominee from The Romance Studio.
With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, Aubrey dreams of fascinating worlds and larger than life adventures -- and wouldn’t have it any other way! Visit her website at http://www.aubreyross.com. Join Aubrey’s news group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Anything-but-Ordinary/.
