Nauti Temptress (Nauti Girls 1)

He was still wearing the white, luxuriously soft cotton shirt buttoned to his chest. Those buttons were falling open beneath his fingers, though, revealing his powerful chest with its mat of red-gold curls and the almost invisible freckles she’d glimpsed the night before as the candlelight had gleamed off the powerful muscles.

He was so incredibly tall and strong. It was one of the first things Eve had noticed about him: that strength and easy power that he wore so effortlessly.

Moving to her, his hands framed her face, and though she hadn’t expected it, she watched in surprise as his head lowered to cover her lips with his.

The kiss was deep, searing, and intimate.

His tongue brushed over her lips, then over her tongue. He sipped at her lips, kissed them, drew her deeper into the twisting storm of sensation rushing through her.

“God, how pretty you are,” he whispered, reaching out to touch her. “Come here, baby.”

He sat down on the padded bench and his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. He pulled her to him. This time the feel of his lips moving over hers dragged a cry from her. The sound was so ragged it startled her, so filled with hunger it was shocking, even to her.

Running his hands down her back to her thighs, Brogan pressed her legs apart before he moved one to make her straddle him before pulling her closer to him.

She found herself straddling his lap, her rear resting on his knees as he kissed her with pure carnal demand. His hands gripped her rear, slowly pulling the curves apart until Eve felt the tingles of heat as the nerve endings in her puckered rear entrance revealed themselves.

Was she insane to have pushed him as she had? To have revealed how much she had enjoyed the pleasure-pain sensations he had given her the night before? But how could she have hidden the knowledge of it from him when she responded so readily to the more intense pleasure?

Whatever had happened the night before to bind them together hadn’t been the aberration she had thought it to be. It was still there, and she wasn’t the only one feeling it.

As he urged her closer she knew where he wanted her, knew he wanted her as he helped her remove the cami and her bra.

Easing his lips from hers, he kissed the line of her jaw, moving lower, drawing a cry from her as pleasure began washing through her.

Kissing his way from her lips to her neck, he laid more of the stinging kisses to the base of her neck, where he paused, caressing the skin there with a sharp, fiery kiss that dragged a startled moan from her lips.

Then one hand moved from her rear, slid beneath her breast, and lifted it, and he surrounded the small, pebbled tip with the heat of his mouth.

“Brogan,” she cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as she arched against him. “Oh, yes, please.”

As he suckled at her nipple, his hand moved back to her rear, pressing beneath the fragile material of her skirt to find the naked flesh revealed by her thong panties.

The hardened width of his cock was pressed between them, the heated stalk grinding against her clit as her hips moved, rubbing the tortured bud against the fierce heat of the iron-hard flesh.

As she did she felt the hidden zipper at the side of her skirt

release, easing down before Brogan pushed the material down her hips and let it puddle on the ground.

She was all but naked in his arms now. The cool mountain air touched her body, stroking it as the breeze drifted over it.

His hands moved to her rear again, caressing and cupping the curves as his lips moved to her other nipple. He sucked it inside as well, laving the tip with his tongue and sending starbursts of pleasure exploding in her womb.

One of his hands lifted, though she wasn’t certain what he was doing, because he didn’t move it to caress any other part of her body.

Then it landed against the rounded curve of her rear in a firm, heated little tap of his fingers.

“Oh, God!” Eve jerked in his hold, the muscles of her rear clenching, a shudder working through her body at the sensations flooding her system now.

It wasn’t a hard blow. There was nothing painful about it, just a little startling.

Then another landed.

His lips drew on her nipples, first one, then the other. His teeth rasped against them, tugging at the taut tips as she arched in his hold. Her nails bit into his shoulders now, her head tipping back, her hair flowing around her and caressing her naked skin.

The tap came again, this one just a little firmer, just a little heated against flesh that had already grown warm from the taps before it. With each heated caress a flame began to lick beneath her flesh and spread outward.

With each firm, quick little tap to each cheek of her ass, Eve felt the heat blooming in her rear spread to her clit, to the delicate muscles and tissue in the clenched emptiness of her pussy.