Summer Pleasures - The Capture
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He groaned. “Yes.”
She pulled on them gently; the action causing her pussy to grow even wetter. “And like this?”
“Yes. Show me how else I would touch you,” he rasped. His cock was rock hard and rigid, obviously straining against his pants.
One hand trailed very slowly down her abdomen and ran over the satin skin of her clean-shaven mound. “Do you mean how you’d touch me here?” The pad of her middle finger rubbed over her clit as she slid her hand between her thighs. She bit her lower lip as a shudder ran through her.
“Lay down and bring yourself to climax for me, love,” he commanded in a dark voice. Somewhere, somehow the power had shifted from her to him. “Go on,” he purred. “Make me crazy.”
She laid down in the soft bed the fallen leaves made on the forest floor and spread her legs for him. One hand worked her breasts and the other her pussy as she closed her eyes and imagined it was Rue that touched her now. Her breathing hitched.
“Touch yourself, Lilane. Come for me.”
She slid her fingertips over her damp sex, rubbing at her clit that had pulled out of its hood long ago. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and arched her back.
“Yes, that’s it,” he rasped.
She played with her breast with one hand, rolling the nipple between her fingers, and thrust into her sex with her fingers. Under Rue’s hot, aroused gaze, a powerful climax built, tensing her muscles and causing her to arch her neck.
His hot body was over her suddenly, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her throat. “Let it go,” he murmured against her skin. “Come for me.”
“Rue!” she cried as the orgasm ripped through her. Tremor after pleasurable tremor racked her body.
He was at her sex, gently pulling her hand away. He lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking and gently rasping at it with the very edge of his teeth. It extended her climax, drawing it out until she was chanting his name to the trees around them.
He slipped two broad fingers within her and found that spot way deep within where it felt so good. He rubbed his fingertips over it and over it, catapulting her directly into another orgasm. This one racked her to her very womb and stole her breath. Her fingers locked on his shoulders as she rode it out.
He laid a kiss to her inner thigh after she’d come down from her pleasurable high. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
She turned over and spread her legs wide apart when he nudged at them with his knee. He licked her pussy, drawing a low moan from her and ran his fingers over her sex, playing with her clit and dipping into her vagina. Her clit was sensitive now from being stimulated twice in a row to orgasm, but her body was still unbelievably aroused.
Rue could play her body like it was an instrument—he plunked certain chords and her body made sweet music. It was as simple as that.
He lowered his trews and she felt the head of his cock pushing at her entrance. “Ready, love?”
“Yes.” She wanted to feel him in her so badly.
He slid in to the hilt and Lilane cried out. At this angle he had ultimate penetration and the head of his cock brushed over that place within her made so deliciously sensitive from his recent ministration. She fisted a hand and hit the ground. “Oh, yes.”
He shafted her slow and easy at first and then faster and faster. With her legs spread apart so wide, she felt completely and utterly at his mercy…and she loved it. He hammered into her, the head of his cock rasping against the walls of her pussy unrelentingly, driving her impossibly toward climax once more.
He slowed and came to halt. She whimpered. Her body was on fire; every nerve ending in her body tingled. “No…I want to see your face when I make you come,” he said in a voice rough with arousal.
He had her flipped and impaled in record time and was thrusting into her once more. He slid a hand to her nape and brought his mouth to her throat, careful to keep himself elevated enough not to agitate their wounds. He nibbled on the sensitive skin there, biting once in a while possessively. Every thrust in this position rubbed at her clit.
“I love you, Lilane,” he murmured.
Her body tensed to come and he rose up to watch her face. She exploded beneath him, her vaginal muscles tensing and contracting around his cock. He drove deep inside her a last time and came. Hot seed spurted deep within her as he cried out her name.
They lay together, a tangle of limbs, heartbeat and heaving breath. Lilane was sure that to any on-looker they would seem like one animal with no ending and no beginning to a separation. Tears of intense happiness pricked her eyes.
She was finally home.
About the author:
Anya Bast writes erotic fantasy & paranormal romance. Primarily, she writes happily-ever-afters with lots of steamy sex. After all, how can you have a happily-ever-after WITHOUT lots of sex?
Anya welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Anya Bast:
Blood Of The Rose
Spring Pleasures: The Transformation
Winter Pleasures: The Training