Pretty Kitty (3 page)

She stood looking down at him for a long moment, trying to determine if he was really asleep or just faking it. The blanket he’d found was only pulled to the waist and he’d taken off his shirt. The sight of his hard-muscled chest with its thick pelt of rich black hair literally made her mouth water. She couldn’t stop staring at it.
And at the unmistakeable bulge beneath the light covering.
It must be something, to be so visible even with his jeans on. Her fingers flexed with the urge to reach out and touch him.

She took one step closer, then another.
Reached out a hand.

“I’m awake,” he said, his deep voice so low and smooth.

“Oh!” Now what?

“Were you planning to stand there all night looking at me?”

Aisha swallowed. “N-No. No, I was…I mean…”

He opened his eyes. “You were what, pretty kitty? Going to touch me?”

She wet her lips, suddenly shy. “Yes. I want to touch you, Max.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Aisha.”

“Why?” Her shyness was displaced by a wave of irritation. “I’m not drunk anymore. Am I not good enough for you?” She unknotted the towel and dropped it to the floor. “Take a look, Max. Then tell me you don’t want me.”

Before she could catch her breath, he reached out, grabbed her wrist and tumbled her down on top of him.

“The problem isn’t that I don’t want you.” His voice was low and edgy. “It’s that I want you too much. So be damn sure you know what the hell you’re doing.”

She stared into his darker than night eyes. “Oh, I’m sure, Max.
Very sure.”

Chapter Three

Max knew his mouth should be watering but instead it was so dry he couldn’t swallow. Having his arms full of a very naked Aisha McClellan was enough to shock anyone’s system. Her skin was just as smooth as he knew it would be, the light touches he’d stolen earlier barely a hint of what lay beneath her clothing. Her breasts, small but firm, pushed into his chest, the hardened nipples like chiselled points boring holes into him.

He let his hand drift down her back and over the curve of her ass, learning the dips and swells of her body. Oh, gods, her body. The things he wanted to do to it. Tamping down his misgivings, he shifted so they were lying on their sides and took her mouth that he’d wanted for so long. Her lips were full and sensuous, soft beneath his tongue as he licked them and traced the outline of them. When she parted them slightly in open invitation he swept in without hesitation, feasting on her.
Gliding his tongue over her small one.
Angling his head slightly he took the kiss deeper, afraid to miss even one inch of that warm, welcoming place.

He didn’t want to break the contact, but for what he wanted to do to her, with her, he needed more space than this couch offered. Juggling her carefully, he managed to sit up, dispose of the light blanket and roll to his feet with her in his arms.

“I know the way to your bedroom,” he murmured as he carried her down the short hallway.

He stood her on her feet and took a moment to just savour the look of her. His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, thumbs rasping against the already pebbled nipples. He could see the hard thrum of her pulse in the hollow of her throat, beating in time with the throbbing of his swollen cock. She shivered slightly as his fingers lightly traced the line of her rib cage and moved across the surface of her tummy. It wasn’t from a chill, though. Looking into her eyes he saw a heat blazing as hot as his own.

He leant down and licked her lips as his fingers travelled further down, finding the glossy nest of curls surrounding her cunt. He could already scent her arousal and hoped it was as fierce as his own. Moving one foot between hers, he nudged them apart to give him better access to her and sank his fingers into the wet flesh of her pussy. She was drenched, her slick cream coating his fingers. He rubbed it up and down the lips, from her clit to the opening of her vagina and back up to that swollen knot of nerves.

Aisha shivered again but stood still beneath his exploration. Cupping a breast with one hand he slid two fingers of the other into her hot channel. When her inner muscles clamped down on him, his cock pressed so hard against his fly he was afraid he’d hurt himself. Very slowly he lifted his fingers and, with his gaze locked on hers, deliberately licked each finger clean.

“Delicious,” he murmured. “Better than any drink I’ve ever mixed.” He reached down to scoop more onto his fingers then pushed them against her lips. “You taste, Aisha. Tell me how great it tastes.”

She obediently licked his fingers then said in a wicked little voice, “I’d rather taste you.”

“Oh, well.” He chuckled, a slightly uneven sound. “You’ll have plenty of chance to do that. Don’t you
worry.
”

He kissed her again, tasting all the flavours of her on her lips while his fingers probed her pussy and his arm banded her trembling body to his. Holy shit, this woman was like liquid lightning, and it was shooting straight to his balls. They drew up tight, reminding him just how much this woman aroused him.
Especially now that he was finally seeing her naked.
And right here for him to touch and explore.

With his hands gentle on her shoulders, he turned her around and swept her hair aside so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
Another little shudder.
Gods, she was so sensitive.

He bent to trace the length of her spine with his tongue, ending at the curve of her heart-shaped ass. Cupping the globes in his hands he separated them, sucking in his breath at the sight of that warm crevice and the tight little ring of her anus.

He moistened the tip of one finger and touched her there, circling the opening.

“Those men, pretty kitty.
The ones I know didn’t mean shit to you. Did you ever let any of them fuck you here?” He pressed the opening a little harder.

She shook her head, her body trembling.

“I want to hear you say it,” he insisted.

“No. No.
None of them.”

“Why?” He had to know the answer. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because it was…it was…it was too personal.”

A fist of emotion held him with a grip of steel. All right then. The obsessive urge to make her his, to brand her, to let all the others know she was now his, rode through him like a storm.

“Tonight I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck your ass and after that there won’t be anyone for you but me. Do you understand, little cat?”

Her body tensed. “But what if…”

“What if?” he urged.

“What if I can’t, you know, come?” Tears laced her voice. “I’ll still be a freak and I’ll have lost you.”

He turned her around and cupped her chin, tilting her face up to his. “Listen to me. Tonight, I am going to give you the biggest orgasm of anyone’s life. You will know pleasure you never would have believed. Then you’ll be able to shift and you’ll be mine.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he told her. “Wanted to knock all those other assholes out of the way and make you mine. But I watched what happened to the other men you were with. How you acted afterwards. I just…didn’t want to be another faceless body to you. But tonight…I, don’t know
,
things are different, right?
This
is different. So I’m just going to do it. Because tonight…I think tonight was meant to be.
For us.”
He kissed her again. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded. “Yes. I do.”

“Good. Then everything will be all right.” He slipped his hand between her thighs again to find the thick cream of her cunt. “You’re already so wet, little cat. You want me. Just let yourself go.”

Aisha wanted to believe him with all her heart. Already he’d aroused feelings in her, responses that no one else ever had. Was it possible she’d just been on hold all this time, waiting for him? That he was ordained to be her mate? She shuddered to think what would have happened if he’d just kept watching her and listening to her, if she hadn’t made a move tonight. Nothing,
Nothing
would have happened, and she’d still be living on the edge of two worlds.

She watched as he took a step back and shucked his jeans and boxers in one fluid, graceful movement and tossed them to the side. She sucked in her breath at the sight of him totally naked, his magnificent cock jutting out thick and straight and proud. The broad head was flared and dark, a tiny bead of fluid sitting right on the slit.

She couldn’t help herself. She dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and licked the fluid.

Max sucked in a breath and his muscles tightened, so she did it again, this time probing the slit with the tip of her tongue. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her head in place, rocking his hips slightly against her mouth. Almost automatically one hand stole between his thighs to cup his sac, feeling the soft hair covering the skin and the fullness of his balls inside.

When he yanked her head away, she looked up, startled. Hurt. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, pretty kitty.”
He lifted her with his hands beneath her elbows. “You were doing something very, very right. But when I come with you the first time, it won’t be in your mouth. It will be in your ass. After that…” He smiled. “We’ll have time for everything.”

Urging her backwards, he tumbled her onto the bed, arranging her so her head was on the pillows and her legs were spread wide. His eyes were drawn to the glistening folds of her pussy and the soft curls framing it.
Holy shit.
He could spend all night just looking at that vision.
Except his cock was sending him other signals.
Like hurry up and get to business.

Only he didn’t want to rush too much. He’d spent a long time wanting this, thinking about this, wondering if he’d ever have the opportunity. Now he wanted to take his time and savour it. Not to mention the fact that he was making it his goal to drive Aisha wild and give her the orgasm she’d been seeking for so long.

Kneeling between her thighs, he bent over her and took one plump nipple into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. He nipped it lightly with his teeth, resisting the urge to clamp down on it and bite it firmly. A little at a time, he cautioned himself. When he’d teased it until it was hot and swollen he moved to the other one, laving it and nibbling at it until Aisha was making delicious little sounds.

Moving down the sweep of her body, he licked a path to her navel, tracing the furled flesh with his tongue again and again. She twisted back and forth beneath him, arching up to him as if offering herself, urging him to hurry, hurry, hurry.

At last his mouth found the wet heat of her cunt, his tongue lapping the length of her slit over and over, deliberately missing the opening of that slick pussy as well as the bundle of nerves that was her pink clit.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Max.”

“Please what?” he asked, his mouth against her labia.

“Please…suck me harder.” Her breathing was uneven, her voice raw with need.

“My pleasure.”

The moment he took her clit into his mouth she bucked up at him, her hands gripping his head, her legs winding around his neck to hold him in place. She was so wet her cream was dripping onto his chin.

Yes! This is what I wanted.

He tormented her clit with his tongue and his teeth, pulling and tugging and sucking, feeling it swell even more. Aisha was moaning and twisting, digging her fingers into his scalp.

Sliding one hand down, he thrust two fingers inside her, curving them to scrape her hot spot, pushing up against her clit from inside her pussy. His fingers moved in tandem with his mouth. Rub, rub,
rub
.

The explosion came so suddenly it caught him off guard. Her legs tightened convulsively around his neck, a scream of ecstasy rolled from her throat and the walls of her cunt
spasmed
against his fingers. He pushed a third one inside her, working her, stretching her, feeling her hot cream drench his hand as she came and came and came.

When the contractions faded, he slipped his fingers free and moved them lower, painting her anus with her liquid.

“Later,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to take you here. Later.”

Her legs fell away from him and he looked up, seeing the flush of satisfaction on her face, watching her breasts quiver as she breathed unevenly. He moved up her body, smoothing her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead and her cheeks before taking her mouth.
Sliding his tongue inside to share her taste with her.

He let his tongue dance everywhere over the smooth surface, coaxing
her own
small tongue to duel with his.
Cupping first one breast then the other.
Tweaking her nipples so sensitive now from her climax.
Letting his hand drift lower until he found her pussy again.
Stroking it, rubbing it, even as she jerked at his touch.
He knew how sensitive her clit was now. How the walls of her cunt still quivered. But before he entered her, he wanted her so far over the edge that she had no control at all.

And so he slid two fingers inside her soaked channel, his thumb pressing lightly on the peak of her clit, dragging back and forth over it as she cried out.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

She tried to twist away from him but he kept her pinned with his mouth firmly pressed to hers and his free arm wrapped around her. He worked her clit, setting up a steady rhythm with his fingers inside her, driving her up the slope again. The pace of her breathing
increased,
the pulse at the hollow of her neck beat faster. She tried to twist her head away from his but he was relentless with his mouth.

He felt the onset of her orgasm when the walls of her pussy quivered against the thrust of his fingers and she arched her body again, pushing herself at his hand. Her tongue swirled with his and she sucked at it with desperation.