Kinky Claus by Jodi Redford Page B

same meticulous exploration he’d given to its mate. She slid trembling fingers through his hair and he glanced up at her, the smokiness in his stare searing along her already ragged nerve endings. Straightening, he shrugged his jacket off and let it drop to the carpet. She battled to free the buttons on his shirt. When they both grew too impatient with the frustrating closures, he yanked the garment off over his head and tossed that aside too.
    She smoothed her hands over the delicious contours of his sculpted pecs and washboard abs before pressing up against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their tongues tangled in another mating dance as he slid his palms underneath the hem of her robe and squeezed her naked ass.
    His appreciative groan rumbled from the depths of his chest. “You’re not wearing any panties. Halleluiah.”
    She giggled. “I take it you approve?”
    “Fuck yeah. I’m always a huge fan of easier access.” He sealed his point by delving his hand lower between her legs and cupping her pussy. They both moaned at the brush of his fingers along her slick folds. “Damn, baby, you are dripping.”
    “I might be a tad excited,” she informed him breathlessly.
    “I wanna see how wet you are for me.” He led her to the couch and as soon as she took a seat, hunkered to his knees in front of her. Licking his lips, he freed the knot on her robe and parted the material. She shivered at the satiny slither of the fabric along her thighs, as well as the focused way Trig gazed at her pussy when he coaxed her legs open. Any worries she’d harbored of him being turned off by the few extra inches she carried around her waistline floated into the ether. If he noticed, he sure didn’t seem to care. So why should she?
    He glossed his fingertips through her wetness and circled her clit with his thumb. “Pretty.”
    Her breath snared in her throat and she wiggled against the cushion.
    “Mm, sensitive. Just the way I like.” He scooted her closer to the edge of the couch and tucked her legs over his broad shoulders. The first teasing flicker of his tongue on her clit made her hips jerk. He slipped his hands under her butt and drew her back to him, holding her firmly as his mouth wrecked its unrelenting devastation. She’d had a good inkling he’d know his way around a pussy, but nothing had prepared her for just how amazing his oral skills were. Granted, she didn’t have a ton of past lovers to base her comparisons on, but holy hell , Trig made them all look like amateurs. For starters, he ate her pussy like he was sitting down to a gourmet feast he intended to savor all night long. There was no impatient or uncomfortable tongue jabbing. No rush to move to the next course. Just complete focus on her pleasure.
    Sliding two fingers inside her, he concentrated on the supersensitive patch of tissues on the upper wall of her pussy. Good Lord. He’d found her G spot quicker than she had. The man possessed superhuman abilities when it came to a woman’s anatomy.
    He settled back on his haunches. “Pinch your nipples for me.”
    She didn’t think twice about honoring the request, and was rewarded with a hissed breath between his teeth. He hooked the two fingers inside of her, pressing in exactly the right spot as he tapped her clit with his thumb. “You are so fucking sexy when your sweet little snatch is hugging me tight.” He grinned at her failed attempt at giving him the stink eye. Kinda hard to pull it off when she was having a devil of a time keeping her eyes from rolling back in her head.
    “What? Told ya I would spring that one on you,” he reminded her with a smirk.
    “ After I was coming my brains out. But I guess you forgot that part.” 
    “Oh no. See, I don’t think it’s gonna be long before you lose it on me.” His voice dipped to a husky low octave that she almost had to strain to hear. “I can feel you getting tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter.” The pass of his thumb