He laughed. It was harder than she expected, for his trousers were strained by his erection, and it took a great deal of strength to undo the buttons. She had to fight to slip them through the holes. The placket fell open, and his erection, straight as a rod, sprang forward.
Its musky scent teased her. She could touch it, but she still approached warily, reaching out her hand with caution, as if it could bite. Her fingers bumped the head, making it sway.
“The head likes to be stroked. It’s very sensitive,” he said softly.
Tentatively, she caressed it, with her fingertips. She followed the contours, from the rounded top, with the tiny hole in the center, to the sweep of velvety skin to the crown that ringed it, before the long, thick shaft began. Clear, silvery fluid leaked out, making her fingers sticky.
He moaned in pleasure. Then she moaned in surprise and delight: as she fondled him, he cupped her left breast. Beneath his hand, her heart thundered. His thumb played the same lovely games on her nipple as she’d done to his.
She almost melted to the floor. She gripped his erection to stay upright. Then let him go. “I was squeezing you! I’m so sorry.”
“I liked it.” He put his hand over hers and guided her to slide her palm along the shaft. “Stroke me.”
Her hand slid to the hilt, slickened by his moisture. Her fingers did not reach all the way around, at the base of his enormous cock. Such amazing textures. Veins ringed his thickened shaft, her palm felt each ripple. At the base, crisp hairs tickled her skin. She even let her fingers graze his sensitive ballocks.
“Lovely, my dear. But since I can touch you freely, I want to do something I’ve always dreamed of.”
She gazed at him, wondering, knowing she looked terribly innocent. “What?”
“My mouth on your cunny. My tongue licking you to heavenly ecstasy.”
“Your mouth?” she gasped and in her shock, she gave a rather ruthless tug on his cock. He merely laughed, gathered her in his arms, and with his trousers drooping around his thighs, he set her down on a soft rug on the floor close to the warming fire.
He parted her legs and got on his knees between them.
“You aren’t really going to—”
Her words died. Ravenhunt bent and took her nether lips into his mouth, gently sucking them. Then his tongue flicked them apart, and his slightly raspy, warm wet tongue ran over her clit.
14
Tasting Her
Her hips jolted up and she almost smacked him hard in the mouth. Ophelia reached down to him in apology, but his tongue flicked over her sensitive, throbbing nub, and she screamed.
All she could see of Ravenhunt was his dark, glittering eyes, his arched brows, his thick, untamed black hair.
Her hands flailed in desperation. It was so good. It must be more amazing than seeing heaven. She made fists and banged them against the rug. Her hips worked wildly, she couldn’t control them.
Touch was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Gently, slowly, something slid inside her wet . . . cunny. Ravenhunt’s fingers filled her. He thrust them in and out while he gave her clit so much glorious attention she was sobbing.
Tension coiled in her. Tighter, tighter, so stunningly tight . . .
She burst in a fierce, intense orgasm. Her screams could have been heard at Mrs. Darkwell’s. Delicious pleasure claimed her. She was beyond control, her body moving at the command of her climax. She shut her eyes tight, opened them wide.
“Oh Ravenhunt,” she gasped.
“Raven,” said his deep, hoarse voice.
He moved over her, so his legs were between her spread ones, and his arms bracketed her shoulders. “I used to be called Raven. It was always my nickname. Call me Raven—it was the name the people closest to me always used. I would love to hear you say it.”
“Raven,” she whispered. “What is your real name?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he rasped.
The weight pressed against her belly. It was his cock, trapped between them by the weight of his hips. She knew he was supporting much of his weight.
Even though she’d come, her body moved instinctively. Her hips moved, to seek to put his erect cock right against her clit.
Underneath him, her breasts pressed against his chest. Soft dark hairs tickled. Her nipples were squashed a bit by him, but it was a sensual feeling.
“I want to make love to you. I want to be deep inside you. Buried to the hilt. Do you want it, Felie?”
The harshly spoken words set her aflame. “Oooh, yes.”
“There shouldn’t be pain. I want to join with you, Felie.”
She’d almost forgotten she could touch him, she could use her hands. She ran them down his broad back, coasting over planes of firm muscle. Her inquisitive hands reached his naked bottom. He no longer wore trousers —he had quickly pulled off them and his boots. She touched bare skin. Cupped his taut rump. Felt the hard muscles flex as he lifted his hips.
Heavens, the tip of his huge cock touched her slick cunny. Her nether lips parted, letting him slide in just a bit.
“Oh!”
He captured her mouth in a sizzling kiss, tangled her tongue with his. Lots of luxurious play with his tongue. A kiss that made her heat like molten wax.
He thrust his hips forward, and his cock impaled her, sliding deep, filling her. She clutched his shoulder. It felt wonderful. She felt so full, so full of his hot, thick cock. He drew back, and she gasped as she felt the pull of his shaft inside her. Gracefully, he pushed forward again, and his cock went so deep his groin collided with her clit.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She moaned fiercely.
He went so deep, his skin sliding and teasing her skin. Each thrust teased a secret place inside that sent waves of delight over her. Each thrust banged her clit.
Ophelia gripped his shoulders. They moved together. She thrust, trying to match his strokes, seeking release.
She wrapped her legs around him. Touching him all over. Loving him—
Oh heavens!
Raven drew in a controlling breath. He bowed his head over her, fighting for control. Her cunny held him tight, squeezing him with slick heat. Her pussy pulsed around him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth strained as she moaned and cried out through her orgasm.
“Raven!” she cried. He thrust into her, driving into her climaxing quim.
“I love this . . . love you. Oh!”
Never had he heard those words gasped so desperately on a woman’s lips. His fiancee had never said it like that.
He slanted his mouth over her. Kissed her full, soft lips. Nuzzled her jaw as she sobbed and rocked against him. Her climax seemed endless.
He kissed her throat—
Suddenly, her scents overwhelmed him. The scent of her pussy, the sweetness of her skin, the richness of her blood, pumping like mad beneath her skin.
He pulled back.
“Your fangs are out.”
He ducked his head. Focused to make them retract. He’d already fed, damn it, while he was outside. There
