Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

the flat copper coin of his areola. He shuddered.
    She kissed and licked his flat belly, tracing the defined outline of each muscle of his six-pack before reaching the fine trail of curly hair that ran from his belly button down towards his bobbing, straining cock. He shifted beneath her and she smiled against his skin, then wrapped her hand around his dick and licked the head like a lollipop. A pearly drop of pre-cum had gathered there, and its salty flavor burst across her taste buds. She licked him again. His iron-hard length twitched in her hand, and his breathing was harsh and ragged, his body tense with anticipation.
    Heather wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, bracing the base of his shaft with her hand, and slowly…slowly…she sank down over him, sucking him in inch by inch until her lips hit the spot where her thumb and forefinger encircled his shaft. She felt his low groan rumble through his body and felt his broad, warm hands on the back of her skull.
    She stayed still for a moment, gathering her breath, then she pulled back, hollowing her cheeks as she dragged her tongue over the underside of his dick. The head came free of her mouth with a pop , and she kissed and licked the tip once more, lapping away the stickiness. He tasted good – clean and masculine with that characteristic astringent tang of semen.
    She took him into her mouth again, sliding down more rapidly this time and then pulling back, caressing him with the soft, wet inside of her mouth until he was sighing and groaning, interrupting the passionate noises to curse incoherently when she flicked his frenulum with the tip of her tongue. She could feel moisture trickling down the insides of her thighs, and her channel clenched greedily as her own excitement rose as she worked Knox’s rock-hard cock.
    She set up a steady pace, bobbing her head to take him in, rolling his balls gently in her palm in counterpoint to the in-and-out strokes. He groaned desperately, struggling not to break and just thrust into her mouth.
    Unable to bear the tension for a moment longer, she straddled his leg and rubbed against him, whimpering around his cock as she sought the sweet friction of his muscular thigh against the aching flesh of her needy pussy.
    As she worked her mouth over his length, she hummed low in her throat, adding a subtle vibration to the slick embrace of her lips, and Knox gasped a string of curse words that turned the air blue. He dug his fingers into her scalp. The muscles of his flat stomach twitched and jerked with the effort of holding back. Heather squeezed his balls gently between her palms and tickled the nerve-dense pad of flesh behind them with her fingertips. He clenched his jaw so hard she could hear his teeth grinding.
    “Fuck, Heather. Oh God. You’ve got to stop, honey. I’m gonna come,” he groaned.
    She released him from her mouth and blew cool air over the damp skin, grinning to herself as a whole-body shudder overtook him. The she wriggled her way back up his body and lay beside him, looking down into his face before wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft again.
    He had bright patches of color high on his cheekbones and his eyes looked wild. His pupils were blown wide, so his golden-brown irises were almost completely swallowed up. His breath lurched unsteadily in and out of his lungs, and sweat beaded his temples and the graceful sweep of his collar bone. His dick felt impossibly hard in her palm, throbbing to the beat of his heart.
    She leaned down until her lips were millimeters from his, and she whispered, “Fuck me, Knox.”
    He closed his eyes and shook his head, though she could see the effort it cost him. “Not until I’ve claimed you.”
    “Please…” She ran her fingers along his length, squeezing it with a slow, sensual pressure, and he gave another tortured groan.
    He rolled towards her, and for a moment she thought she’d teased him into giving in and taking her. She knew he wanted to be