She swatted him playfully on the arm. “You don’t want to guess. Why?”
Grasping her wrists, Elliott pulled them together and restrained them in one of his hands.
Fern inhaled as he walked her back into the fridge, the shiver in her breath hinting at her desire—as if he couldn’t smell it in the air.
“My turn.” With his free hand, he unclasped the straps of her overalls. The front flap dropped, and her puckered nipples met his gaze, poking out beneath her braless ensemble. He tipped his head and pulled one breast into his mouth, nipping through her white shirt.
When he pulled back, he said, “It’s too risky to guess. I name an animal, you get your hopes up. You end up something else, you think I’m not happy with what you are.” He shrugged, then pulled her other breast into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth while he pushed her overalls to the floor.
“Does that mean you have a preference?” Sliding her hands under his arms, she urged him to stand, then yanked his shirt up and nodded for him to lift his arms over his head. “Ithink an ocelot would be neat, a raccoon, seal, bear—black or brown. I literallydon’t care.”
“Skunk?” he asked with a raised brow.
She raked her long, false nails through his chest hair, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling beneath his skin as she went for his shorts and undid the zipper.
“Eh, skunks are cute. I wouldn’t spray you, promise. I know I’m going to get sick first, but I can’t wait to meet my animal—and to be yours forever, obviously.”
“No matter what you are, you’ll be amazing. I’m sure of it. I can’t wait, either.” He kissed her softly as she hooked her thumbs in his waistband and pulled down, leaving him standing there in his boxers in the middle of the kitchen.
Their mouths played while his fingertips trailed up her sides, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to skim her breasts. She grabbed his ass, sliding her hands into his underwear to get to his naked skin, and he thrust forward, grinding against her.
“Jesus, Elliott. Can we do this already?”
His bear rumbled appreciatively, and Fitz ripped Fern’s shirt over her head, grabbed her, and lifted her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and long legs locked behind his back. Soft and warm, her breasts pressed against his clavicle, and he breathed her in as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Our first time’ll be on the bed. After that, kitchen island. After that, anywhere goes. But I want to see you, to worship you today. Got it?”
“Got it.” Burying her face in his loose hair, she brought her mouth to the spot where his shoulder met his neck and nipped him.
He moaned, depositing her gently on the bed. He wasn’t sure if he was in for brattiness or obedience and welcomed either. As he climbed up at her feet, he locked eyes with her and asked, “Are you going to be so good for me, Fern? Ready to do exactly what I want?”
Dropping her legs open, she whispered, “So good.”
And his cock throbbed.
She’d replaced her thong with mesh panties. They were sexy, but a little scrap of cotton still hid her pussy from view, leaving the slit at the top visible above the lining.
When he dragged his finger down her center, she squealed.
“I need you to come for me, sugar. If you can do that, I’ll give you my cock.” He slid her underwear to the side and crawled between her legs, bending to kiss her clit. Pleasure lanced through him, insistent and bold, from the control he held over her.
Taking her between his teeth, Elliott bit down with measured pressure, and Fern whimpered, pressing herself against his face. He considered himself a pretty mellow guy, but there was something about doing exactly as he liked in this one specific type of situation that skyrocketed his need to new levels.
And she loved it.
He bit her again, then soothed her ache with a twirl of his tongue.
“Fuck me,” Fern moaned.
He was pretty sure that was a compliment and not a request. So he did nothing but taste her, and slid one finger—then a second—inside her while he worked her closer and closer to orgasm. “You’re so soft, so wet, so perfect,” he chanted against her delicious skin before lapping at her again.
She tasted like heaven, like berries and cream, andfuck,he would never tire of her.
“Elliott,” dragging out his name, Fern grabbed the back of his head and held him to her, pressing his nose against her mound while he devoured her. An incomprehensible cry escaped her lips as she came, her thighs tightening around his head, her pussy squeezing his fingers.
Motherfucker, he needed to be inside her. “Look at you. So good. I love when you do just as I ask.”
“Come here, please,” she begged, pulling him up her body. “Make me yours, Elliott. Make me a shifter.”
