The Leopard King by Ann Aguirre

just kept getting harder, and they’d only had this sweet, awkward little conversation. Dom weighed the odds. She may not want to, but… he leaned over and brushed his lips against her throat. Her eyes widened in the moonlight, but she scooted closer, no more than a whisper between them. A light shiver worked through him as he remembered the feel of her coming on his cock. Last time, he had been so shocked and passive that it was a miracle she’d gotten anything out of their encounter.
    This time I’ll make her moan.
    Like they were petting furtively, he touched her over her pajamas, running his hands down her body until she arched and sighed. Then she pulled his palm to her breast, and a hard little nipple nudged for attention, so he lowered his head. Dom licked until the fabric clung to her. Through her top, she gasped at the pressure of his lips and teeth.
    I wanted to die until you came to me. The thought crystalized as he nuzzled her shoulders and collarbone, and the anguished sweetness of needing Pru, even this much, made him want to drive her out of her mind. He teased her with forays to her bare belly until she squirmed against him, her breath coming in soft gasps. She smelled of hot, willing sex to the point that he went lightheaded, and he must be hitting her exactly the same way.
    “Please take my clothes off.” Her voice sounded husky.
    “Right after mine.”
    Dom just about shredded what he had on, wanting to be closer to her. Pru didn’t wait for him, however. By the time he was done, she’d flung her pajamas all over the room. Why didn’t I notice how sexy she is until now? He couldn’t stop looking, tracing a path with his eyes over the swell of her breasts, the indent of her waist, the faint curve of her stomach, and the delicious roundness of her ass—all of her dappled beautifully. A full day wouldn’t be long enough to lick every place he wanted.
    “Why are you staring?” She didn’t try to hide, but he spied the first hint of shyness, endearing after her determined seduction.
    “Because you’re eye candy, and I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
    Obviously delighted, she giggled. “I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.”
    Her laughter went to his head like the strongest liquor. No more provocation than that, and suddenly he was shaking. Another minute and he might combust. “Pru…”
    “Yes?”
    “I don’t think I can wait. Is it okay if we skip a few steps?” With unsteady hands, he stroked her pussy, once, twice, and his mouth watered over finding her wet.
    In response, she fell back and opened her thighs, but he wanted something else, had to have it. Snarling a little, he flipped her and lifted her hips, then he slid beneath her, face first. She startled when he licked her; there was no strangling her moans as he tasted and sucked. When his tongue grazed her clit, she rubbed against his mouth in reflex. He didn’t know how long he could control himself, so he grabbed her hips and rocked her on his face. Pru took the rhythm and ran, gasping in helpless pleasure.
    “I can’t,” she moaned.
    Only she didn’t stop riding his chin, squirming until he could drown in her. Her orgasm astonished him since he felt crazed instead of skilled. In the midst of it, he pounced on her and took her from behind in a hard thrust to savor the last few pulses of her tight, slick pussy. The melting bliss nearly made him come, so he held still, shivering and swearing.
    “I’m okay. I’m okay. I just need a minute.” He didn’t even know what he was saying, and then she started pushing back on him, demanding more.
    “Oh, fuck.” She squeezed down on him, and it actually felt like she might be going again.
    “You can’t, you can’t be—” Only she was. Her pussy did magical things to his dick, and again, until he couldn’t breathe or think or even thrust.
    Dom came so hard he almost passed out.

  8.  
    Y ears ago, Dalena had whispered, “Mating frenzy,” and Pru gave her