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As his hold, his stare, and his stance commanded of her right now.
And then his movement—
Pressing the rolled condom into her hand.
“All right, sweet kitty. Make me your toy, then.” He curled a knee up on the bed, angling his swollen length closer to her. “Get it on me, popoki. As incredible as it was to ride you bareback, we’ve got to be responsible. You deserve the important shit.”
Important shit.
She smiled, unable to help it. She was likely making too much of nothing, but it felt damn good to be “important” just because she was a woman. A lover. A person. His person, if only just for now. His protected kitten.
Who now felt about as clumsy as one too. “I—ummm…”
He pressed a hand to her cheek. “What? It’s all right. Just say it.”
She drew in a breath. While letting it out, she fitted the cap of the latex around the top of his cock. “I—it’s just been awhile for me…”
“You’re doing fine, ku’uipo.” It rolled out on a deep groan. “Ahhh…yeah.” His head fell back. “Better than fine.” He tunneled his hand into her hair. “Roll it on, nice and tight. Your fingers…they’re so perfect…”
“You’re so perfect,” she whispered.
She finished sheathing him but didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this—Ryker and she had been all about condoms for a few months—but either her memory was fading or this simple act had never seemed so sexy. Ever. The way Franzen moaned, deeper and deeper, as her touch advanced down his erection. The way his hips convulsed, and his ass tightened. The tension in his whole body…even the way his masculine nipples jutted as his head jacked back…
“Damn, woman. Damn.”
She smiled again. Soared her gaze up all his incredible muscles. “I want to make you feel so good.”
He choked out a laugh while bringing his head back around—though his smile was gone. His face was harshly hewn by just one element now. Lust.
“Then do it.” He brought his other knee up, centering his beautiful body in front of her…guiding her mouth to the base of his engorged length. “Take my balls in your beautiful mouth. Worship them with your tongue and lips.”
Forget about weather change worries. The air was a steam bath, coating her whole body in aroused dew, as she leaned in to comply with his filthy request. As if his hand, now bracing the back of her neck, would allow anything else.
She sighed, sucking him in by one orb then the other.
Franz groaned, curling his hold tighter.
Beneath her lips, his balls pulsed and squeezed. His skin stretched and trembled. “Damn. Yes. Take them both at once, kitten. Make them fill your mouth.”
He pushed at the corner of her lips, prodding the joint to open wider. Tracy closed her eyes, focusing on every tender tongue stroke she gave him, and the powerful shudders of his body in return. She’d never done this for a man before—and recognized that dearth as a mistake. Serving him like this…meant she actually owned him. Every jerk of his hips, snarl from his mouth, and coil of his muscles was because she made it so, with the pressure of her mouth and the flicks of her tongue. Never had she felt more powerful. More alive.
“Fuck. Just like that.” He palmed her cheek with his other hand, cupping the bulge of himself there. “Feel that heat? That’s my come, and you’re heating it up—so I can fuck it into you.” He slid his hand in, stroking his sheathed cock. “I won’t be able to hold back much longer. You’re driving me crazy with that nasty mouth of yours. Making me want to get this dick deep inside you…”
His words faded into a snarl as Tracy suctioned his balls with force. As they trembled on the back of her tongue, the man himself tensed. Even his hand stilled along his shaft. The moguls of his abdomen contracted, and the logs of his thighs turned into sleek striations.
After several brutal breaths, he finally uttered, “Little. Minx.” The words intoned enough vehemence that she looked up, eyes wide—
But not as wide as they got as he pulled her head away from his body, then flipped all of hers over.
Astonishment shot through her veins as her breasts smashed to the coverlet, her head landed to the side, and her legs were fiercely kicked open. “Oh,” she finally blurted. “Oh…my—oh!”
Her stunned cry came with the clench of his hands around her wrists. He used the hold to flatten her arms next to her head.
“Gorgeous.” His dark puma growl roughened the shell of her ear as his fingers laced with hers, pushing hard at her hands. “Keep them here, popoki. I need my own hands for…other things.”
Hurried gulp. “Other…things? Like what?”
His hands were already back at her shoulders. Along her spine. Kneading the small of her back. She swallowed again, in hopes the action would help her breath return. Dear God, how his touch enflamed her. How his fingers thrilled every inch of skin they covered. How her body became the lava that had coated her from the depths of his penetrating, nearly punishing, stare.
