02-28-2017, 12:40 AM
So brave, my sweet Lacey, so bold. Those dark brown eyes of her meet mine, staring into me without flinching even though I can see the nerves skittering through her expression. That’s my girl. And nerves aren’t the only thing I see there. A spark of desire catches deep in her eyes, kindling slowly as those cool iron fingers stroke her skin. And then, with my lips pressed to her skin and iron fingers skirting ever lower along her belly, she draws in this hot, ragged breath and I can almost feel the moan building deep in her chest, fighting to break free.
That’s it, baby.
God, then that first tentative step, testing her bounds, making sure I’m true to my word. She can go if she likes; I won’t keep her here. But instead. Instead, her eyes catch mine again, and she traces her lips along my jawline, pulling a low, hungry humming sound from deep in my throat. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Lacey. As you wish.”
And I shut my damn mouth, just like she said. Why bother with words, when those convenient fingers can do the talking, trailing up her inner thighs, skirting around to toy with the underside of her tail, never quite touching where she’ll want them most, not yet. Not when there are so many other places to touch first, to stoke the fire that’s building in her eyes, in her veins. While iron fingers trace the lace along the curve of her hindquarters, dancing closer and then pulling away again, I caress her neck with the velvet of my nose, breathing in her scent, toying with hair that’s just a little too sleek and smooth and polished for my wild, raw, passionate Lacey.
Probably the same fucker that’s responsible for the damn berries, huh, babe? That’s okay. It’s my name you’ll be screaming tonight, not his.
I bite down gently on her shoulder, just a quick jolt of pain to fan the flames a little higher, chasing the pain with the heat of my tongue, a drag of my lips against her skin. Mmm, and again, trailing a line of bites and rough kisses until I reach the sensitive spot where shoulder and neck join. No bite there, just a gentle nuzzle as fingers tease closer and dance away again just before touching, trailing down her thighs instead.
I said I’d shut the hell up, but I’ve never been good at keeping my mouth shut. My lips make their way up to her ear again, pausing so I can trace the graceful curve with the tip of my tongue while iron fingers flirt and tease and torment. “What next, Lacey? Tell me, baby. I’m yours to command.”
That’s it, baby.
God, then that first tentative step, testing her bounds, making sure I’m true to my word. She can go if she likes; I won’t keep her here. But instead. Instead, her eyes catch mine again, and she traces her lips along my jawline, pulling a low, hungry humming sound from deep in my throat. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Lacey. As you wish.”
And I shut my damn mouth, just like she said. Why bother with words, when those convenient fingers can do the talking, trailing up her inner thighs, skirting around to toy with the underside of her tail, never quite touching where she’ll want them most, not yet. Not when there are so many other places to touch first, to stoke the fire that’s building in her eyes, in her veins. While iron fingers trace the lace along the curve of her hindquarters, dancing closer and then pulling away again, I caress her neck with the velvet of my nose, breathing in her scent, toying with hair that’s just a little too sleek and smooth and polished for my wild, raw, passionate Lacey.
Probably the same fucker that’s responsible for the damn berries, huh, babe? That’s okay. It’s my name you’ll be screaming tonight, not his.
I bite down gently on her shoulder, just a quick jolt of pain to fan the flames a little higher, chasing the pain with the heat of my tongue, a drag of my lips against her skin. Mmm, and again, trailing a line of bites and rough kisses until I reach the sensitive spot where shoulder and neck join. No bite there, just a gentle nuzzle as fingers tease closer and dance away again just before touching, trailing down her thighs instead.
I said I’d shut the hell up, but I’ve never been good at keeping my mouth shut. My lips make their way up to her ear again, pausing so I can trace the graceful curve with the tip of my tongue while iron fingers flirt and tease and torment. “What next, Lacey? Tell me, baby. I’m yours to command.”