Page 16 of Animal Instincts
In and out he probed her body with the muscle, not going as deep as she would like, but far enough into her pussy that she clenched around him. He placed his thumb on her clit, and rubbed the small bud back and forth, prolonging her pleasure.
She could feel another intense orgasm approach, and her whole body tightened in response.
“Come again, baby, give me another one. Make your cream cover my mouth.”
She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking. Danika closed her eyes and let it wash through her.
He gave one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh, dragged a path all the way down her leg, and then stood to face her again. She dropped her gaze to the monster standing stiff from the thatch of dark blond hair at his groin. He grabbed the root, stroked himself from tip to base, over and over again, and kept his focus on her solely.
This drop of pre-cum lined the tip of his dick, and she watched in twisted desire as that droplet fell to the ground. More cum took its place right away, and he never stopped stroking himself.
When he clearly had enough of pleasuring himself, he stepped between her legs, ran his hands over her inner thighs,close to her pussy before stopping when he made contact, and slid the pads of his fingers over her belly.
He snagged his fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and over her head. Her bra wasn’t anything fancy, just plain white cotton with this little pink bow between the cups, but the way he stared at her chest made her feel like she was wearing the most sexy, revealing lingerie imaginable.
“Fuck, Danika.” He ran a hand over his mouth as he stared at her chest. Because she wasn’t a thin woman, her breasts were large and round, well more than a handful.
The longer he stared at her the more this flush swept through her whole body. He moved closer to her, and she gasped when she felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against her cleft. Her skirt was pushed up over her waist, and the cool air brushed along her exposed slit.
With no panties on she felt the silkiness of his cock, felt the semen that was still coming out of the tip of his shaft, and curled her fingers against the counter.
They stared at each other, neither speaking, but the heat and arousal moving between them with so much force that sweat started to line the space between her breasts. Without waiting to see if he would do it, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra.
When the material was lying on the counter beside her, the air caused her nipples to become even harder. He stared at her breasts, made this inhuman sound of pleasure, and grabbed the root of his cock again.
“Damien, I need you.”
“Not here, baby. I’m not having your first time be in the kitchen.”
He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt.
Before she could move he was lifting her in his arms. She felt secure and protected, and right now that was exactly what she needed.
Maybe it was weird to be doing this with a man she really didn’t know, with a man that was so much older than she was and her father’s friend, but right now she could only picture her and Damien. There were no obstacles between them, no worries or tribulations that awaited.
It was just two people that really needed to be together.
“Take me to my room, Damien,” she murmured against his mouth, and told him where to go. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Damien strode down her short hallway to the only bedroom in her apartment. When Damien stopped in front of her closed door all he did was hold her tightly to his body and breathe out heavily.
“And you’re sure about this?” he asked her softly, but with the same hard edge to his voice as before.
“I’m sure.” She reached out and pushed her door open. The room was dark, the light from the parking lot spilling through the partially drawn blinds, but Danika could see him well enough.
He was watching her, maybe having second thoughts now that they were actually about to do this. But then he stepped inside and shut the door behind them.
He set her on her feet. She had no shirt on, but even if she should have been cold, all she felt was heat, white-hot heat. He wore his shirt still, and she wished he would remove it.
Lifting her hand she ran her fingers along his chest, and felt the muscles underneath the damp material flex and contract. Shadows covered his face, but his need for her was evident. He took a step closer, and she moved on back until she was resting against the door.
Her hands were flat on the wood, her skin flushed, sweaty, and her pussy ready for him. He slowly moved his hands down her arms, gripped her skirt, and pulled the material down.
Here she stood, totally nude in front of this lion shifter, and all she could think of was filthy things she had never experienced before.
She didn’t go for his pants or try to remove them. Danika would let him do it. But Damien didn’t make her wait, and when the pants were off and tossed aside, he went for his shirt.
Once he was totally nude she stared at his chest, at the hard ridges of his muscles, his six-pack and pectoral definition, and she dug her nails into the wood. She was getting even more turned on at the sight of him.