Lara’s lips quirked. “I want to see you first.”
His gaze hooded. “Very well.” With that, he pushed aside the furs, revealing his own nakedness.
Warmth flushed over Lara as she took him in, admiring the lean hard-muscled lines of his chest. A thick solid erection thrust against his flat belly.
Her breathing hitched.
She moved then, climbing onto the furs and shuffling up so that she knelt between his thighs.
Her head lowered, her lips sweeping across his.
With a groan, he lifted his hands and cupped the back of her head. His mouth opened under hers, and they kissed—a slow, deep, sensual embrace that neither of them hurried. And into it, Lara poured all the emotion that still churned in her chest. She wasn’t sure if he’d understood or accepted her love. But she’d show him now. Her teeth grazed his lips. Her tongue slid against his. Teasing. Demanding.
A low groan rumbled in his throat in response.
Reaching between them, she traced her fingers along the proud length of his prick. It responded to her touch, swelling larger still, straining toward her. She slid the palm of her hand over the swollen crown, thrilling as another groan escaped him.
He reached for her then with his good hand, but she brushed him aside. She continued to stroke him, marveling at how his shaft grew harder still. Moisture beaded on its tip.
His hand reached out once more, his fingers fastening gently around her wrist. “Wait,” he said throatily. “I haven’t touched you yet.”
“And you will,” she promised, heat pulsing in her womb now. “But, first, I need this.”
He stared up at her, his pupils flaring dark. After a moment, his lips curved into a slow smile that sent her pulse wild. “In thatcase.” He let go of her wrist and sank back against the nest of furs, spreading his thighs wider for her. “I’m all yours.”
The challenge in his voice made Lara’s breathing grow shallow.
She sat back on her heels and gazed down at his rigid prick.
Every time they’d lain together before now, she’d let him take the lead. But she was a different person now. Maybe he didn’t think she’d take what she wanted, but she would.
Shuffling backward, the furs soft under her bare knees, she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other around the base of his shaft. He was rock-hard, his skin soft yet scalding to the touch. His shaft jerked, and he breathed an oath.
She leaned down then, her mouth greedily taking him in. When they’d coupled before, he’d pleasured her with his tongue, and she did the same to him now, flicking her tongue across the crown of him, tasting salt. And when she traced the underside of the tip, he gasped.
A thrill of power went through her, and she raked her fingertips over the tight skin of his balls.
He moaned, the sound sliding into a strangled noise when she took the length of his straining erection into her mouth. She took him as deep as she could, until it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, yet she focused on stroking him, on sliding her mouth up and down his solid prick.
A shudder went through him.
A moment later, his fingers tangled in her hair, gathering it into a coil upon her crown so that it no longer hung in her face, so that he could watch her work him.
Excitement quickened like a flame on dry tinder in the cradle of her hips.
His raw sensuality awoke something inside her, a wildness that answered his call. Eagerly, she continued to slide her mouth up and down. Her jaws ached now, but she didn’t care. She wanted to make him lose control, for him to spill down her throat.
“Touch yourself, Lara,” he rasped then.
The command in his voice made her shiver, hunger quickening. And so, she obeyed, lowering her free hand between her thighs.
Her wetness shocked her, as did her sensitivity. She ran a finger gently over the swollen bud nestled there, and pleasure started to pulse deep within her core.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Good lass.”
A groan rose in her throat, even as she sucked him, feverishly now. However, as her finger circled her wet, aching sex, her climax barreled into her. She cried out, the sound muffled against his throbbing prick.
He moved then, lifting her up from his groin. His shaft slid from her mouth, and she cried out in protest, reaching for him again. She wasn’t finished.
