As promised, this week we continue the scene we started last week. And also as promised, things are starting to amp up. (If you missed last week’s post, here you go.)
Duncan and Kenzi are in the clothing store, and she has just dared him to take advantage of her. Don’t you just love a feisty sub?
Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books
His eyes went from that startling azure to midnight in an instant. He pulled her hand, towing her towards the rear of the shop.
His hand was so hot in hers that she thought she would light ablaze. Every cell in her body began tingling. What was he going to do?
That became clear in a moment, when they reached the dressing room. He opened the wooden door to the carpeted cubicle, looked inside and tossed the armload of clothing on the small bench, then took her arm and pushed her in. She stumbled and caught herself, turned to face him, her spine pressed to the rear wall and her hands behind her back. Her heart pounded, and her chest rose and fell as her breathing increased. She felt her nipples harden. He closed the door behind him, and stood between her and escape.
His eyes had gone to deepest cobalt, maybe darker than she’d ever seen.
Sensing her thoughts, he murmured, “A month without you was a long time.”
He was going to devour her!
He stood and looked at her, his eyes locked on hers. Anyone else, it would have been silly and made her giggle, but with him… Oh my. The heat coming from his eyes threatened to set fire to the very air in the fitting room. His full lips parted a little, and he breathed heavy, almost a growl to each of his exhales.
And he just stared at her, taking in her every detail. She felt both exposed, and oh so wanted. Her tummy tightened, followed by a dampness in her sex. Could he make her come just by looking at her like that? If he wanted to, she knew he could.
But he had other ideas as he stepped forward and extended a claw. She held her breath; the claw slashed, and the belt fell away from her waist. Another slice, and the shirt followed the halved belt to the carpet.
And she stood naked before him. Her chest heaved as she fought to draw in air that she didn’t need, but somehow had to have. Her mind began to whirl, and things started making less sense, but at the same time became very clear.
This was where she was meant to be—with him, by his side, forever.
“I’m naked,” she whispered.
“That’s the way I want you,” he said, his voice going deep and rumbly.
Oh, he knew what that did to her, him staying clothed while she was vulnerable and opened to him!
She saw the half–erect shaft outlined in his jeans leap to fully hard.
“They’ll hear,” she said.
Ooo. She’d had no idea that being with him in a public place could do this to her. Wasn’t that just something nymphs would like? Well, maybe she was a nymph—but she didn’t care. All she knew was that, with him staring at her like that, with his arousal, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything. Yes, a month was a very long time, even if she’d spent it unconscious.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” she said.
He stepped to her, pressing himself full–length against her. Oh, it had been so long! She felt the coarseness of his jeans against her soft belly. He was so tall, and she so tiny, that the underside of her heavy, swelling breasts just brushed the top edge of his belt. Her pebble–hard nipples rubbed against the softer cotton of his T–shirt. She could feel the sculpted stone muscles of his belly against her aching tits.
Her arms wrapped around him, her body aching to get even closer to him. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against his broad chest, hearing the deep, subterranean throb of his heart in her ear. She sighed, and her body seemed to soften like wax into him.
How did he always have this effect on her? No matter what had happened to her, to them, as soon as she was in his arms, it all just melted away. Nothing else mattered. He was here, she was with him, and he moved mountains—he literally moved mountains—to keep her by his side.
It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of his love for her. Almost. But if her life was to be filled with that kind of intensity, she would gratefully spend it overwhelmed and giddy.
She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled at her thoughts. He lowered his head, nuzzled her hair. She wondered how she smelled after being in a cave for a month, but he didn’t seem to mind. He breathed her in even deeper, and his lips touched her cheek in a gossamer kiss, then trailed to her neck.
She tilted her head and shivered as she felt his lips part, his tongue slide against the soft skin of her neck, the delicate, almost invisible hairs there. She trembled again.
His tongue was wet and oh so warm. His breath on her moistened skin was like steam from a boiling kettle. In moments his tongue found its way up the side of her neck to her ear. With a heated exhale that made every follicle on her body tighten and pucker, he circled the shell–like whorls of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
“Be still,” he murmured into her ear. “Do not make a sound.”
Oh, she didn’t know if she could obey him like that! What would he do if she made a noise?
Sensing her thoughts, he drew his right hand up her body, his nails dragging against her skin, catching on her exposed nipple—oh!—and coming up to press his palm over her mouth.
“No sound,” he rumbled.
Oh my! She felt like she’d been taken his prisoner!
She nodded, and he lowered his hand. But as soon as he nipped her earlobe with his sharp teeth, she let out a small squeal.
His palm was back over her lips in a flash. “If that’s the way you want to play it,” he growled.
She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!
I hope you little horndogs are enjoying this scene. Stay tuned for more next week.
And if you haven’t check out the first two books yet, you can either have a spanking, or go to Amazon and get them. Or both.
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