Chapter 10 #3
He came down over her, but he was lower on the bed than she’d expected.
When he lifted one of her feet to his shoulder and began nibbling on the inside of her leg, she giggled.
When he moved lower to lick the back of her knee, she trembled in reaction.
And when he moved to her thighs, she held her breath.
Was he going to…? Oh, yes. Yes, he was.
She just about lost her mind when his tongue reached out and licked her clit, exploring and laving, arousing and electrifying. Then, his lips moved on her, giving her the most intimate of kisses, his talented tongue invading and retreating, driving her into blissful delirium.
She couldn’t take much of that treatment and shuddered, coming hard against his mouth. She could feel him smile against her most sensitive skin and felt the purr of his satisfaction rumbling through his chest as he rose to settle more fully over her limp body.
She felt boneless. Sated for the moment but still interested in what he had to offer.
When he rolled her onto her side, she went with him, unsure where he was leading but willing to follow. He hadn’t steered her wrong yet, and her famous instincts said she could trust him in all things. All things.
He positioned himself behind her and lifted her top leg back and over his thigh. It was a bit awkward at first, but she was intrigued by what he evidently had in mind.
He slid into her from behind. It was a shallow penetration, but the position made it tighter than she’d expected, and new sensations flooded her body, making it perk up instantly in interest. Forget the lovely climax he’d just given her. She was greedy for more.
As he moved, she adjusted to the odd angles, shifting into each thrust as he supported her, his big hands positioned at her hip and around her midsection.
She felt the tempered strength in his fingers, his excitement in the tremble and strain of his muscles.
He pushed her ever onward toward another magnificent climax, and she went willingly, wanting him with her, this time, when she blew.
She strained backward against him, and they came together in harsh, fast motions that grew in intensity until the pressure was off the charts.
She screamed his name as she climaxed, feeling his fingers dig into her body in a way that might’ve been painful at any other time, but felt amazing in the here and now.
She flew to the moon, but he wasn’t done.
He kept moving throughout, pushing her higher, harder, faster, deeper, until she reached the nearest star and exploded for a second time.
Then, he did something—shifted her leg, or his, or something she couldn’t see behind her back—and she started climbing again.
She’d never experienced anything like this before.
Multiple orgasms. Two very lame words that stood for one of the most amazing experiences of her life.
Then, Mark moved his hand from her hip down to the apex of her thighs, and she sucked in a breath. His finger zeroed in on her clit, and she went supernova this time, out among the galaxies, firing the stars and suns.
In the real world, sparks flew around them, but she was lost to reality for a few minutes while her spirit flew.
When she came back to earth, she was relieved to note that she hadn’t actually burned anything. Her sparks had been a visual show only. She thought. She blinked her eyes open to find Mark staring at her. He’d positioned them facing each other, both reclining in his big bed, on their sides.
“Did you see the sparks?” she whispered, her brain not really fully functioning just yet.
He brought one of her hands to his lips. “Saw them and felt them. They energized me and gave me strength I didn’t know I had.”
“Really?” she squeaked, surprised.
“Really.” He nodded, sucking one of her fingers into his mouth and making her gasp.
“Did they burn?” Her voice was breathless, but whether from the exertion they’d just completed or the way his tongue was dueling with her finger, she couldn’t tell. Was it possible she could become aroused again so soon? Could he?
She looked downward at his body and realized he could, indeed. Wow. Perhaps that was another benefit of being a shifter. Or maybe that virility was something special to just Mark, himself. Either way, she was a lucky, lucky girl.
“It tickled,” he said, letting go of her finger so he could speak.
“I thought, at first, it might cause a fire in the room, but I didn’t really care at that point.
As it turned out, the sparks were showy but not damaging.
They were sort of little zaps of energy against my skin that sent my arousal higher.
Quite the talent there, my little love,” he complimented her, and for some reason, she blushed.
“I didn’t know,” she stammered, embarrassed for some reason.
“I know, querida,” he whispered, drawing her close to kiss her sweetly. “Rest now. I can give you a few minutes before I need you again. You are a fire in my veins that will never be quenched.”
That sounded serious, but she was too confused by everything that had just happened, and still a little muddled from the amazing multiple orgasms she had experienced to really think about it. There would be time to think later. Judging by the way he was stroking her skin…much later.