His Sweet Kitten (Return To The McKenzies Book 1)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  “Answer me, kitten. Do you understand what I expect from you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped with a vigorous nod.

  He smiled and rubbed his palms soothingly along her flickering inner thighs. “Good girl. Now, don’t move a muscle while I savor this gorgeous pussy that has been so beautifully presented to me.” He gave her another thorough lick from bottom to top with a satisfied moan. “Your body is so damn perfect, kitten,” he growled. “I love it when your pussy weeps for me like this. I love the sight of you. I love the smell of you. Mmm, and I definitely love the taste of you.”

  He dove back in, then he feasted. He was voracious, lapping and sucking, nibbling and tasting. He made low, growling noises as he scouted out his territory and laid claim to every part of her.

  Leslie was overwhelmed by sensation. Gabe used the various textures of his lips, tongue, teeth, and whiskers to tease and torment her. He alternated between ferocity and tenderness, keeping her always on edge. When he found a spot that made her writhe and moan, he lingered there, driving her slowly insane with pleasure. He nibbled and licked her outer lips, tasting every surface while she gasped for air. He held her open with his thumbs and plunged his tongue deep inside her, over and over, lapping up her essence while she whimpered for more.

  Every single thing he did underscored her submission to him. Her body had become his plaything, and he toyed with her mercilessly, forcing her to yield everything to him. For some reason, that only intensified her pleasure. He stripped away every one of her secrets and inhibitions, leaving her feeling exposed, possessed, devoured, owned. She felt his ownership in her bones. She had become a vessel for his pleasure. She was laid bare before him, and she relished being consumed to appease his endless appetite. She let go, feeling the last threads of control slip through her fingers as she surrendered mind, body and soul.

  He sensed her total capitulation, and he growled in triumph. “That’s it, kitten. Give me everything. Don’t hold anything back.”

  He shoved two fingers inside her and began stroking her while he continued to explore with his mouth. When he enveloped her clit with his lips and suckled in time with his fingers, Leslie thought she might faint. She couldn’t contain her whimpers and moans, and she stopped trying, giving in to the maelstrom of sensations.

  “God, you taste delicious, kitten. I can’t get enough of your delectable pussy. Come for me now, so I can have even more of your sweet cream.”

  He bit down on her clit as he stroked his fingers deep inside. Leslie screamed, involuntarily bucking against his mouth with the force of her orgasm. He continued to stroke and suckle her, lapping her juices as she jerked and twitched. When she finally floated down from her high, he raised his head and grinned at her.

  “My sweet little kitten. I knew you would taste like heaven.”

  Leslie blushed, but she didn’t look away as he continued to fondle her boldly. She loved the look in his eyes, so possessive and smug. She felt strangely powerful, knowing that she had put that look on his face. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, strumming it until she grew restless once again.

  “Gabe, please. I need you inside me.”

  Gabe rose onto his knees and greedily surveyed her body. His eyes touched her everywhere, and Leslie flushed a darker shade of pink as she lay still for his lengthy inspection. She remembered just a few days earlier when she had been shy about being nude in front of him. She snorted inwardly. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d warned her to get used to it.

  “Let go of your legs and let them relax but keep them nice and open for me.” He watched while she complied. “Now, stretch your arms above your head and let them rest there, palms up.” The new position caused her back to naturally arch, putting her breasts on even more prominent display. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Stay just like that, kitten. You’re not to move your arms unless I give you permission.”

  He flashed her a cocky grin, bent over her, and kissed a leisurely path up her body. He plunged his tongue in her navel and nipped her soft, flat belly. The underside of her breasts quivered beneath his kisses. He released a sigh of pleasure as he trailed his mouth up over one crest, pausing to suckle one nipple while he pinched and twisted the other one.

  Leslie panted impatiently beneath him. She loved what he was doing, but she could feel a desperate, aching emptiness deep inside. He pressed her breasts together and worried the tender nubs with his teeth, going back and forth between them and biting hard enough to cause considerable pain. She gasped and arched her back, mutely begging for more.

  “That’s it, kitten. Offer me these sweet titties so I can tease and torment them. They’re mine, too.”

  He continued to play with her nipples, biting, pulling and suckling them while her tension wound higher and higher. He knew just how much pain to inflict to make her clit throb. She felt an aching, empty void expanding in her lower belly, and she thought she might go crazy if he didn’t fill it soon. When he finally satisfied his craving for her nipples, he cruised to the outer curves of her breasts. He nipped and kissed and scraped his whiskers over every inch, leaving little bites and abrasions along the way to mark his territory.

  Leslie grew increasingly frantic, gripping his hips with her calves to try to pull him inside her. Gabe easily resisted her efforts, chuckling as he licked and nibbled the soft valley between her breasts.

  “What do you want, my sweet kitten?”

  “Gabe, please. Oh, please,” she whimpered. “I’m aching and empty without you inside me.”

  He located her pounding pulse at the base of her throat and suckled. She saw dark spots behind her eyelids as she arched her neck to give him better access. He took full advantage, nibbling and tasting his way up her neck and along the delicate underside of her jaw. Finally, he pulled her earlobe between his teeth, sucking the sensitive flesh. Leslie gasped and moaned. His growling voice sent shivers of excitement down her spine.

  “Say it again, kitten. Beg me for my cock.”

  “Please, Gabe. Please don’t make me wait. I need you inside me now. Please.”

  Gabe braced on his arms and met her eyes. He ran the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. Leslie sobbed, and her eyes pled with him.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

  With a possessive growl, he plunged into her body. From the outset, he set a fierce pace, pounding her into the mattress as he drilled into her depths. With every thrust, he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in until he was buried to the root. He held her gaze the entire time, and Leslie loved the intensity in his eyes. Every stroke reaffirmed his exclusive claim to enjoy her body. He was marking his territory in the most primitive way, and she shivered with delight.

  “Please, may I move my arms? I need to touch you,” she cried.

  His jaw was clenched, but he managed a small smile. “Yes, kitten.”

  She reached for him, skimming her hands eagerly over his chest and shoulders. Gabe groaned with pleasure and pounded even harder into her depths. Leslie egged him on, moaning and begging for more. He changed the angle and ground his pelvis against her clit with every invasion.

  “Take it, baby. Take what you need and fly for me.”

  Leslie shattered again, clutching his shoulders as she soared. Her nails dug into his back. He merely grunted and continued plowing into her. He didn’t give her any time to catch her breath. He just kept driving her higher and higher as he relished tunneling ever deeper into her slick, clenching heat.

  “Just like that, kitten. Oh, yeah. Squeeze my dick just like that, baby.”

  The force of his thrusts was pushing her across the mattress. Leslie gripped the bedpost to keep from sliding off the bed. It was glorious. It was nearly perfect. But somehow, her restless need continued to build until she felt frantic.

  “Oh, Gabe. I need…I need…oh, please!”

  She couldn’t think coherently enough to ask for what she needed. The pleasure was so intense that it w
as overwhelming. And yet, there was an even higher summit just out of her reach. She knew it was there, but she was helpless to reach it.

  Gabe sensed her desperation. “I’ve got you, kitten. Hold onto me.”

  He rose upright onto his knees and lifted her hips, changing the angle. He gripped her hips, anchoring her in place as he slammed even harder into her welcoming sheath. Suddenly, he was able to plunge deeper than before.

  “You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock,” he grunted, punctuating his words with thrusts that were so hard and deep, they made her gasp and whimper.

  “Yes! Yes, please. Harder, please.”

  “Play with your tits, kitten. Squeeze those pretty pink nipples for me.”

  Leslie watched his face as she did as he instructed. He continued to plow into her while his attention focused on her bouncing breasts. His eyes were glowing with desire, riveted to her hands as she cupped and pinched her tender flesh. He gripped her hips so hard, she knew there would be bruises, and the ferocity of his lust intensified her own. She licked her lips and moaned as she twisted her nipples.

  Gabe lost it, becoming even more savage. He was insatiable. He plundered her softness, battering the door to her womb with every pounding stroke. Leslie did all she could to encourage him. She dug her heels into his buttocks and met him thrust for thrust. At last, she topped the crest and screamed. Gabe bottomed out inside her and gave a savage roar of satisfaction as he threw his head back and went with her.

  Leslie cracked her eyelids open and watched him. He was beautiful. His expression was intent, completely immersed in the moment as he shuddered with blissful release. The heat of his seed bathing her inner walls made her shiver. She felt a multitude of aches and bruises from the savagery of his possession, but it didn’t matter. She focused only on the feeling of satiated bliss.

  After an eternity, Gabe relaxed his hold on her hips and opened his eyes. He scanned her body from the point where they were joined, over her sweat covered belly, across her plump, rosy breasts. Her body was covered by his marks, and his eyes flared with possessive satisfaction. His gaze finally made it up to her eyes. His dimples flashed as he gave her a cocky grin. He chuckled as he withdrew and flopped onto his back, pulling her into his side.

  “Damn, kitten. That was hot as Hell.”

  Leslie giggled, stroking his sweaty chest and tracing patterns through the crinkled black hairs. “Yes, it was.”

  They dozed for a time. Leslie lay within the crook of his arm, basking in the security of his strength surrounding her. She sprawled half on top of him, her thigh resting across his groin. It was fully dark outside before he roused from his nap. He yawned and stretched, and Leslie sighed softly, deeply content. She could feel his cock coming back to life against her inner thigh.

  He looked at her, trying to search her face through the gloom. The deep shadows made it impossible.

  Gabe reached to light the oil lamp, turning the wick high enough to cast a circle of golden light over the bed. He pulled Leslie back into his arms and ran a gentle thumb over her swollen bottom lip, searching her eyes.

  “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you, kitten. Are you okay?”

  Leslie nodded and flashed him a shy smile before nuzzling her face on his chest. “You didn’t hurt me. In fact, I found it exciting when you went a bit wild,” she confessed softly.

  His chuckled, and deep reverberations vibrated beneath her cheek. “You did, huh? Good to know. It was the sight of you in that dress that drove me so crazy. Supper was delicious, but all I could think about was getting you naked and ravishing you.”

  She propped her chin on his chest and grinned up at him. “Now that I know dresses have that effect on you, I won’t mind wearing them so much. I rather liked being ravished by a wild man.”

  He squeezed her bottom with a naughty grin. “You always drive me wild, kitten.” His expression turned earnest, and he ran his finger along her jaw and around her ear. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about having you in my bed?”

  Leslie’s eyes widened and she shook her head. He pulled her higher onto his chest so that he could easily reach her breasts. He cupped both of them in his palms and began kneading them. Once again, she was aware of her body being very much on display for him—for his enjoyment, his pleasure. His entire attention was riveted to her bosom, and it thrilled her. Knowing that she could so easily stir his lust filled her with a heady sense of power.

  “How long have you fantasized about me?” she whispered.

  “Since you were about fifteen and you started growing these beautiful plump breasts,” he murmured. “I’ve always been a man who loves breasts, and yours are absolutely perfect, kitten. I haven’t been able to look at you without wanting to touch them, torture them, bite and suckle them, since you grew these beauties.

  Her nipples were slightly bruised and swollen from his earlier attentions. The sight of his marks on her body never failed to stir his blood, and Gabe traced lazy circles around the tender tips with his thumbs. Leslie watched his face as he did so. She loved the look of smug satisfaction in his eyes. She could feel her nipples drawing into achingly hard nubs beneath his teasing fingers.

  “Do you know how guilty that made me feel, kitten? I felt like the worst kind of pervert to be lusting after a girl who was almost like my little sister.”

  Leslie met and held his gaze. “Well, you don’t have to feel guilty anymore, Gabe. I’m not a little girl, and I’m not your sister. I’m a grown woman, and I’m your wife.”

  He snorted. “Believe me, kitten, I’m well aware.”

  She gave him a puzzled frown. “Well then, why do you insist on calling me kitten? It makes me sound like a little baby. Is that how you think of me, even now that we’re married?”

  Gabe actually blushed and looked away. “Oh, I’m definitely not picturing you as a little baby when I call you kitten,” he mumbled.

  Leslie’s brows drew together while she studied his guilty expression. “What do you mean?”

  “Just trust me. It’s not what you think.”

  “Gabe Faulkner, you’d better explain yourself.”

  She had never seen him look so sheepish. She scrambled onto her knees and pinned him with an expectant stare. Gabe could see the obstinate set of her jaw, and he knew that she wouldn’t give him any peace until he answered her. He sighed and sat up, shuffling backward to lean against the headboard. He didn’t know how she would react if he explained, and he didn’t relish the idea of another fight.

  “Do we have to talk about this?” he grumbled.

  Leslie’s lips were set in a firm line. “Yes, we do. You’ve been calling me kitten for the past two years, and I want to know why. I just thought you were being affectionate, teasing me because I’m small. But if you had some other reason, and you’ve been secretly laughing at me the whole time, you’re going to regret it.”

  Gabe’s cheeks flooded with color, and he fiddled with the sheet. “I haven’t been laughing at you, I’ve been lusting after you,” he muttered. He glanced up to see her surprised expression and he groaned. “There, you see? Expressions just like you’re wearing now are what started the whole thing.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He ruffled a hand nervously through his hair. “When your mouth drops open like that, and your lips are all round and plump.” He stole a glance at her and gave another tortured groan. “You don’t even know what I’m talking about, do you?”

  Leslie shook her head with a puzzled frown. “No. Tell me.”

  Gabe gave a humorless chuckle and groaned again. “Fine. I can see you aren’t going to let this go until you humiliate me.”

  Leslie merely stared at him expectantly. She wasn’t about to back down until he satisfied her curiosity.

  He sighed and started to explain, “Remember that summer when you were about twelve, and your cat had a litter of kittens? We crawled up in the barn loft to see them. You brought a saucer of cream, and we watched as they lapped it up an
d then they dozed in the sunlight with their little tummies swollen and full.” Seeing her nod, he cleared his throat and continued.

  “Well, a few years later, you turned sixteen. Your parents invited me for dinner on your birthday. When it came time for the cake, you leaned over and pursed your perfect, plump lips to blow out the candles. Then, you scooped up some icing and licked it off your finger. A little bit smeared on your bottom lip, and you stuck your dainty pink tongue out to lick it off.”

  He paused, and Leslie motioned for him to continue. “And?” she urged.

  “And all I could think about was having those soft, plump lips sliding up and down on my cock while that pretty little pink tongue licked all the cream off the head of my dick.” He ignored her surprised gasp and continued in a rush. Now that he’d started his confession, he was anxious to get it all off his chest. “I had a sudden memory of those kittens and how their tiny pink tongues lapped up the sweet cream. Ever since that day, I always thought of you as my sweet little kitten.”

  He glanced up, and Leslie’s cheeks were as red as beets. Her nipples were hardened to points, and she was breathing a little faster than usual. She didn’t look outraged, merely curious as she studied him. And damned if her curiosity didn’t make his cock spring fully to life.

  “So, every time you call me kitten, that’s what you’re thinking about?” she asked softly.

  Gabe shrugged self-consciously and his cheeks flushed again. “Not every time,” he mumbled defensively. “Only sometimes, a lot more often, recently.” He shrugged. “Anyway, after a while, it just became my pet name for you. I kind of like it, because I’m the only one who calls you that. But you wanted to know how it started, so now you know.”

  “Interesting,” Leslie murmured. “That’s about the same time you started avoiding me. Was it because you were embarrassed by those thoughts?”