Teasing the Wildcat, Page 2

  “One hundred twenty-seven…” she murmured along his tightened abs.

  Her words took him by surprise. “Huh? What?”

  Her catlike eyes flashed up at him from under long lashes, and a thick fall of blonde hair. Smiling, she informed him, “That’s how many beauty marks—” Kiss. Lick. Nip. “—you have. I’ve counted them all…know where each one is.”

  The fact that she knew such a small, but intimate thing about his body filled Roz’s heart to bursting. And the fact that she steadily worked her way down his stomach won the approval of his straining cock. He went still as she flicked her tongue along the blade of his hip.

  “And which one is your favorite?”

  Running her teeth along the same spot she’d just licked, she glanced up again. Gripping him with her long fingers, she was stroking him again. Feeling her breath on him, he moaned and lifted up toward her, his body demanding her full attention.

  “I have many. The one at the corner of your mouth. The one above your lip. The one under your left nipple.” Her free hand roamed up to pinch right above said beauty mark. “I love all of them. You look as if an angel took a handful of stars from the heavens and cast them upon you. You’re so beautiful to me.”

  His entire body shook when she finally leaned in to run her tongue along his rigid shaft. She flirted with his length, her lips and tongue torturing him before she swept across the broad head. Fisting his hands in her hair, he fought the urge to hold her still and thrust into her mouth. His control frayed, even as he marveled at the depth of her love and devotion.

  Cursing, he threw his head back as her hot, wet mouth settled over him. Everything centered on the sensations she dragged out of him with each strong suck—each long lick from base to tip. Brushing her hair back from her face, Roz watched her take him deep into her mouth. The sight of her full lips stretched wide around his thick cock pushed him to the limit of his control. Her gaze met his as she moaned around him and suckled him harder, deeper.

  “Fuck, that’s…oh Lady!” His response was short and eloquent. He couldn’t take much of this…this…torment. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes to shut out the erotic images of his wife taking him deeper than she ever had before. But it couldn’t be helped. His mind’s eye filled in all the details from the delicious sensations she afforded him.

  Heat pooled in his balls and tightened in a band of fire around his cock. The big vein on the underside pulsed with his need. He was going to come. Grimly, he started to recite the nine times tables in his head. He didn’t want this to end so quickly.

  Unbidden, his hips began thrusting up to meet her hungry mouth as she continued working him. She shifted, sliding her arm under his ass to hold on to him, her nails digging into his skin. Her head bobbed as she sucked on his cock greedily, as if she couldn’t get enough. If her moans were any indication, she enjoyed this as much as he did. Okay…not even close, but she acted as if she loved every minute of it.

  He wanted it to go on forever, to prolong it, but she urged him on with her every action. His eyes almost crossed as she slid her mouth toward the tip of him and ran her tongue around the rim of the swollen head before flicking the sensitive slit at the end. Down she went again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up.

  “Fucking hell…” he gasped, hitting the back of her throat.

  She moved, lifting her bottom up into the air as she rose to her knees. Ass in the air, head lowered over him, she moaned again. “Mmm.”

  Fuck me. She sounded as if she were about to come, just from sucking him off. The pleasure grew until it felt like his head was going to literally come off. Gasping, he pulled her off of him.

  “Sorry, babe. I can’t take anymore.” He slowly pulled her up the length his body, enjoying the slide of skin on skin as he tried to calm down. This was the trouble whenever he was with Summer. He was like a green youth with his first woman, ready to come within minutes. And each time it would start over again, because he could never get enough of her.

  “Umm…okay.” The way she curled into him, without saying another word, made him do a double take.

  “Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up so he could see her.

  “You should’ve let me finish. I wanted to. I love you, Roz. I wanted to make you feel the way…the way you make me feel.” She smiled and caressed his face. Still, he could sense something was off with her.

  Suddenly, she buried her face in his neck and muttered something he couldn’t quite discern. “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing…I just said you’ve turned me into a bloody nymphomaniac!”

  He chuckled, a small delighted sound as her confession fed his male pride. After all, what man didn’t like to hear that his woman couldn’t get enough of him?

  Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he rolled on top of her. He’d taken her in every position he could think of, and in every location possible without getting caught by security. But he liked nothing more than feeling her beneath him, sheltering her from the rest of the world as they came together.

  “I love the way you make me feel, sweetheart. Every time you touch me, you make me feel as though I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he hooked the back of her knee and drew her leg up. A quick shift of his hips and he was there, the broad head of his cock pressed against the hot, slick entrance to her body. With a groan, he sank into her.

  “Ohh…” Her moan got lost as he fastened his mouth over hers, kissing her, branding her as his.

  Already, she moved under him, writhing in ways that slid her silky skin against his. The hard tips of her nipples pressed into his chest as he held her tight. Every point of contact between their bodies tingled and hummed, as if in recognition of the other. A few hard thrusts into her tight pussy and he was seated to the hilt. Deep inside, his cock throbbed as the walls of her channel clenched down tightly around him. Flexing and pumping his hips, he drove into her welcoming heat.

  Her moans and whimpers spurred him on, knowing each stroke drove her closer to ecstasy. Underneath him, she arched her body and rolled her hips, as if seeking more from him. Happy to oblige her, Roz rolled his own, grinding his pelvis against her, rubbing her clit at the same time. She went wild, scratching his back and digging her fingernails into his ass.

  Hissing at the pleasure-pain from her scoring his skin, her gasps and growled curses were almost lost on him as he still reeled from her reaction. Biting his lip, he stared at her. Face flushed passionately and slightly damp, she seemed unaware she’d inadvertently picked up one of his more colorful profanities…and uttered it in Sargosian.

  Saucy minx!

  Desire clouded her beautiful green eyes as she gazed back at him. She lifted her deliciously curved hips up, straining to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke. Lady love her, he gave her what she asked for. He couldn’t do anything less.

  Upping the pace, he slid out of her, and then slammed back in with a power he knew she loved. He used everything he had, tuned in to her every moan and whimper, her every shiver and tremble, using them as clues to drive her higher and higher until she reached the edge.

  Ruthlessly, he kept his own body in check. His pleasure would come later, after he’d seen to hers. She was his life, his everything. Given to him by Lady Goddess, what else could he do but worship the gift he’d been given? His teasing words about taking another wife had been just that—words. He had no room in his heart, or his life, for anyone but her.

  Burying his face against her neck as he moved over her, he nipped gently at the tender flesh there. “I love you.”

  Her entire body reacted to his declaration as she curved and arched to get closer to him. Another wave of liquid heat bathed him. He felt her heart pounding just under her breast where she pressed herself to him. Was it his imagination or did the rhythm of her heart match his? Her lips brushed his ear, her ardent words breathy and uttered between gasps as he sank ever deeper into her. “I love you...I’ll
love you forever, Roz.”

  She brought her legs up high, wrapping them around his waist. The change in angle, though slight, was enough so he felt the first tremors of her orgasm the same time she did. It hit her hard, taking her over, and still, he didn’t let up, thrusting faster, deeper. Her pussy clenched down on his engorged, hypersensitive cock, rolling and pulsing with her pleasure.

  Breathing hard, he urged her on. “That’s it baby, let go. Come for me.”

  “Ohh…ahh…baby… Roz! ”

  He watched as her climax hit her harder than usual, coming in wave after wave, shaking her slender frame almost violently as she came apart in his arms, screaming his name. With a groan, he released the iron control he had on his body, holding her tight as he joined his wife in sheer ecstasy.

  A short time later, when their breathing had returned to normal and they held each other close, both satisfied, at least, for the moment…Summer leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips. “Roz?”

  Opening his eyes, he met her languorous gaze. Reaching out, he caressed her face, tucking a loose, golden strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  She smiled wide at him, and whispered, “Anything.”

  The End.

  About Mina Carter:

  Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.

  Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.

  She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.

  Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!

  http://mina-carter.com

  About Bethany J. Barnes:

  A fiery-tempered stay at home mom by day, Bethany J. Barnes is really a superhero in disguise. Equally at home creating fantastical worlds and the men and women who inhabit them, or driving armed across county to collect a hot male (her gorgeous horse, Tristan), she’ll happily wrestle rattlesnakes, rescue baby owls or perform strenuous casting tests for male leads in her stories. An active RPGer, B.J. (as she’s called by close friends) is equally happy writing hot paranormal or steamy sci-fi, and is the mainstay of many online games. An accomplished photographer, B.J.’s specialties are scenic, portrait, concert, rodeo and equine photography. She’s dabbled in wedding photography, but has no patience for Bridezillas.

  A self-described romance writing, photograph taking, horseback riding, book reading, movie watching, music listening lunatic, she dreads writing about herself and would rather write about hot, muscled heroes and the heroines that are strong enough to stand up to them.

  Some of the varied jobs she’s had include: running her mother’s dog boarding business at the early age of seventeen, video store clerk (fed her movie addiction), model, auto detailer, veterinary technician for a large and small animal clinic (horses, dogs, cats and even a few camels once!), rattlesnake catcher (for relocation), horse trainer, riding instructor, horse transporter, executive assistant, photographer and now finally, author.

  Now living on the outskirts of a small town near Boise, Idaho, she’s accomplished at least two of her lifelong dreams: The first one was to design her dream barn for her beloved horses, Devon, Tristan and Ransom. The second dream was to become an author. She lives with her husband, son, twin daughters, three cats, three horses and one dog.

  “Taming The Wildcat,” the first book in the “Sargosian Chronicles,” is her first book, co-authored with best friend Mina Carter.

  Please visit Bethany at: http://bj-barnes.com

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