Review by Agapanthus of Whipped Cream Reviews:

Another steamy little snippet, teehee :

“You are mine, yes?” She nodded as best she could with her head still gripped in his hands. He held her gaze for a long moment. The worry was back in his eyes, and the sadness. “You want no one but me.” It was a statement, but he waited for assent anyway. She wanted to figure out why he was saying these things but her brain was busy trying to hold her body in check. Her hands were now fisted at her sides because she had to remind herself to hold them there. She didn’t know what Collin would do if she disobeyed him right now. He would never hurt her, but he needed this for whatever reason, and she wanted to fulfill his every need. No, she had to. He was hers, and, dammit, she was going to make sure he never regretted it.

“Show me, then. Touch me and show me how much you need me.” Yes, her mind and body said simultaneously. She rose and began sliding her hands all over him before reminding herself to really enjoy him. The tips of her fingers traced the eyebrows framing intent gray eyes as she pressed her slim body fully against him, sliding just a little so his hairs tickled her skin. Her breath left in a satisfied sigh. Finally, she was touching him, and it felt right. She wanted to tell him she loved him and his tight runner’s body and the way he moved but he’d said, “Show me.” So she ran her mouth over him, not hiding her sounds of pleasure at the taste and feel of him.

In her mind she was making a list. I love this, as her hands squeezed his broad shoulders. And this, as they slid down to cup his tight ass. Oh, and the legs. Mustn’t forget the legs. Too often she got sidetracked before she got to them but he had very sexy legs -- muscular and well-proportioned and strong. She’d seen him with the other wolves, and he was by far the most agile. That carried over into the bedroom. She licked the inside of his thigh as she thought about the ways he could move and smiled.

Kneeling before him again she expelled a hot breath as she slid her open mouth up the front of his cock. When she took him into her mouth she curled her fingers into the hairs on his chest and moaned. That wrung a gasp from him as her body swayed forward to be closer to his heat.

She looked up into his face while she sucked on him. Convinced yet? she asked with her eyes. He gripped her hair and began to pulse gently with his hips. She moaned again, and he jerked but didn’t push in farther than she could handle.

It hit her then just how much he meant to her, like someone had yelled it in her ear. She knew, of course, that she loved him. Had known it since long before they were married, but she hadn’t realized until just then how deep her feelings were. She couldn’t stop moaning around him now. He was delicious, and he was hers, and she loved him more than she’d ever imagined possible.

His hands tightened in her hair, and he shot into her mouth.  He was gripping too tightly for her to move her head so she sucked more gently until he was done. His chin rested against his chest, and he was breathing hard, his hands stroking her scalp absently. When he raised his eyes she couldn’t help but smile because the worry was gone. He took her hands and helped her stand, his eyes taking all of her in.

“Be very still.” A gentle command. He peppered her skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses and teasing nibbles, starting at her shoulders and moving down to her breasts. They were small but he seemed utterly taken with them, another one of the things that made him dear to her. When she arched forward he stopped right where he was and growled a warning. “Still, I said,” but he didn’t take his mouth from her breasts. Out of mischief, she arched again then yelped when he lifted her, turned her around, and set her down on her knees.

“Head down, arms over your head, ass up.” She could tell he meant it so she behaved herself this time.  When he seemed satisfied that she would stay put he smacked a stinging blow on her right ass cheek that made her skin prickle all over. “You will be still this time.” She nodded into the blanket. The fabric made her face itch but she wasn’t about to move again, even if she had liked that little smack. His hands roamed possessively over her slim hips before he put his mouth to her core.

“Mmmmmm,” she responded.  Her back wanted to arch but he squeezed her hip in warning. She didn’t think she could handle this without moving but fisted her hands in the blanket to try anyway. She felt him sit back on the blanket, one hand rubbing her back firmly.

“I didn’t realize you were so ready.” He made a sound of appreciation. “Be still as long as you can. Believe me, it’ll be worth it.” Before she could wonder what that meant he started licking her again, and she felt like she couldn’t get enough breath. He didn’t ease into it, just started rubbing his tongue in firm lines around her clit and into her opening. She bit her lip -- her inner muscles were clenching on him, and her body was shaking. When he sped up she had to move.  Her hips pushed at him, and his mouth pushed back at her, like they were fighting for her orgasm.

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