Shadow Warrior (Shadow Riders 4)

“Do I get a choice on what I’d like to do?”

His throat nearly closed. “Yes.”

“Then I’d like to stay here and see how much of you will actually fit in my mouth. You’re really quite intimidating, but on the other hand, you’re beautiful. I’ve never thought a man was especially beautiful until I saw you.”

Red silk spilled from either side of his fist, a fiery cascade of her long hair, a perfect handle for him to guide her.

“Use your tongue. Don’t worry about going slow or fast or doing anything right. Just explore. I consider your body mine. I want to play. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you so hard neither of us can breathe. I hope you get to a point where you feel the same about me. My body belongs to you alone. All of it. It’s yours to explore. I’m hoping you can’t stop touching me any more than I can stop touching you.”

Grace seemed to take him at his word. She let go of his shaft and caught his hips, urging him closer to her. The moment he stepped right up against the bed, she leaned in to kiss his belly. Her hands stroked his rib cage, fingers trailed over the ridges of his abdomen. He found himself holding his breath. Waiting. Anticipating. She was naturally sensual, although he could see she didn’t have a clue she was. Her featherlight kisses trailing down his belly had him sucking in his breath as one of her hands cupped his balls again, fingers working his sac very gently.

She moved lower, her breath heating the flared head of his cock. Her head dipped and everything in him stilled. She licked up his sac, fingers and tongue working in tandem, until she sucked one ball into the heat of her mouth. Fire shot up his spine. His entire body jerked. Her fingers slid farther around him, massaging his perineum with a firmer glide. Several times she licked her fingers as she continued working on his balls.

His cock jerked eagerly, lengthening, thickening until his girth was even more intimidating. He murmured encouragement to her, his hands once more fisting in her hair. He had to hold on to something in order to keep from exploding. Breathing deeply, he concentrated on keeping his legs from turning to jelly.

She settled her fist around the base of his cock. Tightly. He waited. Counting his heartbeats. He felt her breath again. Her tongue flicked out and tasted the pearl drops leaking on the flared head. Holding his cock close to her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled. She was so close her lips moved against his shaft, sending a lightning strike straight through his groin. It was all he could do to keep from forcing her head over his cock. He’d never in his life wanted a blow job more than he did right at that moment and she hadn’t yet done anything to his cock.

“I don’t think you have to worry that I’ll enjoy myself.” Grace took a long lick up his shaft as if he were an ice-cream cone. Her tongue lingered over the sweet spot just beneath the flared head. She flicked her tongue experimentally. “I like your taste. It’s different. Salty, but good.”

Again, she wasn’t playing him. Her voice held that note that told him she was giving him the strict truth. He couldn’t help himself. He tightened his hold in her hair and guided her head that scant distance. “Then get to work before I embarrass myself.”

She opened her mouth and settled it around the sensitive head, her laughter vibrating through him. The sensation was almost too good to be true. His entire body shook, and he had to impose strict discipline to keep from forcing her mouth to envelop more.

Her tongue began a slow dance, as if she took him at his word and was exploring. Experimenting. She sucked hard and then was back to licking up and down his shaft and under the head. One hand moved from his balls to caress his inner thighs and then once again stroked fire along his perineum. The assault on his senses had his body straining and she had barely done anything to him.

“Look at me.” His command came out more of a growl than his usual soft dictate.

Her long lashes lifted and those green eyes of hers stared into his.

“I want you to take as much of me as you can fit into your mouth and suck. Use your tongue.” He spoke through clenched teeth. If she didn’t get to it soon, he really was going to lose it.

His life was about discipline. Nothing had ever threatened his discipline the way she did. She was completely inexperienced and had no real idea what she was doing, but her instincts were perfection. Small beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His hips moved restlessly. His body screamed with urgent demand.