Snow Leopard's Lady (Veteran Shifters 1) - Page 35

“That was amazing,” Mavis breathed. “You’ll have to do that for me again.”

“Anytime you like,” he said sincerely, and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Mavis caught him around the neck, pulling him forward and deepening the kiss. She wanted to feel his body against hers, revel in it, just enjoy the fact that there was nothing separating her from this fantastical man.

That they were one.

He kissed her back, hot and fierce, and the next thing she knew, they were tearing at each other’s clothes.

This is crazy, she thought, even as she slid her hands under Wilson’s shirt and pulled it over his head. We’re outside. Anyone could come by and see us.

But they were far off the path, and they hadn’t seen another soul for hours.

Besides, Wilson’s shifter senses would pick up on any casual off-path hikers well before they showed up. There wasn’t any danger.

So she let the thought of discovery go, and concentrated on getting Wilson’s jeans off, without getting in the way of his attempts to strip her bare.

Soon enough, and with only a little fumbling, they were naked in the soft grass, tumbling down to the ground together. Mavis shuddered at the feeling of all of his hot skin against hers, feeling a rush of liquid heat between her thighs, her stomach heating and clenching with desire.

It seemed like they were one with the spr

ing day, everything warm and fragrant and a bit damp. And so it was the most natural thing in the world to straddle Wilson’s hips as he lay back in the grass, slipping a hand between them to grasp his cock.

He groaned at the touch of her hand, hardening fully against her fingers. Mavis could feel herself getting wetter, her core aching for the feel of him. She guided him to her entrance and slowly, slowly sank down onto him.

His big hands closed over her hips as he filled her, and her eyes fell shut at the intense pleasure of it. And it didn’t just feel good physically—there was something about doing it this way, with her on top, about taking her own pleasure and making both her and Wilson feel so good—

It was somehow just as pleasurable as when Wilson had done the same for her. Mavis felt a satisfied smile spread over her face—and then it broke into a gasp as she seated herself fully onto him.

She opened her eyes to see him staring up at her. His expression suggested that he was seeing something too wonderful for words, that the sight of her over him, here in this sunny clearing, was something he almost couldn’t believe was real.

Mavis spread her hands over the gorgeous expanse of his muscled chest, looked into the endless depths of his silver eyes, and thought, It’s mutual.

Then she started to move.

She hadn’t done this often—even back when they’d still been intimate, Daryl had always wanted to be on top—but her hips seemed to know the right rhythm, instinctively chasing the burst of pleasure she felt with every small movement. Soon, Wilson was rising to meet her as she rolled her hips, feeling the beginning of a sweet burn in her core muscles, contrasting with the rising heat inside of her.

They were both starting to pant, and sweat had sprung out on Mavis’ forehead and between her breasts; she could see it gleaming on Wilson’s chest. The spring breeze swirled around them as they moved, and Mavis laughed out loud at how free it felt, the sun and the wind on her naked body as she made love with her mate.

Wilson grinned up at her, and slid a hand between them, his hand finding her clit. Mavis moaned at the sudden lightning-burst of pleasure, his calloused finger rubbing right over her most sensitive spot and making her clench hard around his cock.

He shuddered at that, but kept up the quick, focused rub of his finger right where she needed it most. Mavis bit her lip at the sharp, sweet ache, grinding her hips down against his hand, gasping at how deep he pressed inside her when she did it.

Wilson’s hand came up to her shoulder and pulled her roughly down for a kiss, and Mavis came as his mouth devoured hers. It was like the kiss lanced through her body and detonated her climax, pleasure bursting its way through her. She moaned and shook, clutching at Wilson’s shoulders, and heard his deep, deep groan as he thrust up inside her one final time and came too.

For a long, long moment, Mavis just stayed where she was, panting softly, feeling the breeze on her sweat-damp skin, the sun warming her naked body. Wilson was a solid warmth underneath her, his chest moving as he caught his breath.

“Wow,” he said finally, looking up at her with residual heat in his eyes. “That may be the hottest thing I have ever done.”

Mavis broke into a smile. “Me, too.”

He kissed her, holding her close, and then suddenly rolled her over so that she was the one on her back in the grass. She let out a startled squeak, and then relaxed into the softness. Around them, the scent of crushed grass and wildflowers rose into the air.

“Now,” he said seriously, “I think I just want to kiss you forever.”

Mavis stroked a hand over his forehead, cupped his cheek, lost herself in his eyes. “That can be arranged.”

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