Leopard's Run (Leopard People 10)

He stretched when he heard the shower go on. His fist circled his cock, remembering the way he’d sat on her chest. Just thinking about the feel of her fighting for air, lips stretched around his girth, while he’d pushed impossibly deeper in her mouth got him hard. All the while, her eyes had stayed locked with his. Tears had swum, her throat had convulsed, and it had sent jagged lightning pulsing through his cock. It had been the sexiest thing ever, and he knew he’d never forget that moment when he’d erupted down her throat and pleasure had all but consumed him.

Lazily he replayed the images over and over in his head. She hadn’t stopped him when he’d gotten a little out of control, his hips pushing deeper. He knew he should handle her with more care and each time he thought about touching her, it was always with reverence. Then he actually touched her and it was like he went mad. Completely, utterly mad.

His fist tightened, and he began to move his hand faster and faster. He felt his balls grow tight, his cock jerked and pulsed. He closed his eyes and imagined her mouth around him. He loved the way she sucked him. The way her tongue danced up and down his shaft, and she moaned, the vibrations driving him wild. His seed erupted, spurting like a geyser into the air and falling like white rain over his hand and down his cock.

He knew the moment she entered the bedroom. She stood in the doorway looking beautiful, her hair wet. Little droplets clung to her body and ran between her breasts. Two dripped from her nipples and more ran straight down her belly to the vee at the junction of her legs.

“Come here, baby.” His voice was a little hoarse. Very husky. Sensual from the way he had given himself pleasure.

“I’m all clean and feel refreshed. She’s subsided, and I don’t want to wake her.”

“I didn’t ask for a rundown of what was going on with you, now did I? In fact, Ashe, I took care of myself, which clearly isn’t my favorite thing, to give you a break.” He didn’t move his fingers from around his cock.

“And you’re grumpy about it too,” she pointed out.

“Get the fuck over here.”

“Because you ask so nicely.”

He opened his mouth to add to his sins when she took her first step toward him. When she did, her breasts swayed temptingly.

“Why are you so grumpy, Timur?” She came across the room to stand at the foot of the bed looking down at him. “I thought you’d wake up all sweet and loving.”

“I woke up as hard as a fucking rock and you weren’t here with me,” he groused.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn’t understand how musical notes could stroke a man’s skin and dance along his thighs. He didn’t understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him. He’d thought to own her, but there was never a question that it was the other way around.

He couldn’t tell her that, so he acted like a dick. A fucking asshole. That was sure to earn him points. “I’m sticky as hell, baby. I need you to clean me up.”

He expected her to tell him to go to hell. To order him into the shower. To, maybe, if he was really lucky, get a warm washcloth. Instead, she put one knee on the bed, reached with her hand and began a slow, sensuous crawl to him. He’d never seen anything sexier than the way her breasts swayed with every movement of her arms and legs. Her nipples looked hard and drops of water glistened on her skin. She looked like the leopard she was.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she warned. “I’m as sore as hell, and if you wake her and I go into heat again, I might be tempted to rake your face off with my claws.”

Why did he find even her threats sexy? He put his free hand behind his head and kept the fingers of his other hand wrapped around his suddenly thick cock. Heart pounding, he watched her ease down on the bed. Her hair trailed over his thighs. He nearly jumped but held himself very still.

Her tongue touched the back of his hand. A touch only. It was velvet soft and made his heart pound through his cock. He could feel that beat in the fingers of his hand. His breath left his lungs in a wild rush. She was like an angel sent from heaven to make him remember there were good things in the world. He was suddenly glad he was leopard and so was his woman. Oral fixations were normal for them, and he truly wouldn’t mind if his woman began an oral fixation with his body.