Romance Warfare: a Tigress' Guide to NOT Secure a Mate(24)

He broke their kiss and licked the curve of her jaw, nibbling at the soft skin, his tongue darting out to trace the shape of her neck. He threaded his hands deep into her hair and inhaled, pulling her scent deep into him. Chills erupted across her shoulders and arms when his teeth sank into her neck. She arched back, giving him more room for his mouth to roam across her flesh.

Adam skimmed his tongue across her shoulder blades and dipped into the curve of her breasts, a white-hot trail following each place his tongue swept. Shivers worked their way up her spine as he breathed billows across her nipples, causing each one to pebble into a tight peak. Adam clasped one between his teeth, pulling at it, causing a low moan to bubble up in Eva’s throat. She felt her body begin to throb under his touch, her skin heated under his as he moved down, slipping his tongue into her navel before dipping lower and pushing her thighs apart.

Air puffed across her * when he pulled it open with his fingers. “All of you is beautiful, Eva.” He gave her one long, slow lick with his broad tongue before grabbing her already swollen clit lightly between his teeth. She bucked against the intensity of sensation pouring over her, her body already tightening around his tongue. He pulled back and grinned up at her. “Slow down, love.”

Her head dropped back with a laugh. “I can’t slow it down, Adam. You do this to me.”

His answer was to slip his tongue back between her silken folds and plunge it into her slick entrance. With his tongue, he f*cked her slowly, slipping it in and out, pushing in further each time. The gentleness began to frustrate Eva and she pushed against his face, searching for more friction. He chuckled against her flesh, the sounds sending vibrations spreading over her *. He seemed to know what she wanted. His thumb slid over her clit, his tongue still moving inside her. He circled the slick nub, pressing into it and finally pinching at it.

She bucked against his mouth as the tremors rolled down her body. Her fingers found his hair and tightened, holding him against her throbbing core, her hips rocking up and pushing into his face, into his tongue. He let her ride out her orgasm and come back down to earth.

When he rose over her and leaned in for a kiss, she could taste herself on his lips, salty and earthy. His skin met every inch of hers, his sculpted stomach pressed into her soft one, his thick thighs pressing hers open. His tongue was in her mouth and then his cock was in her *. One slick thrust settled him deeply into her. Kittenish mewls spilled from her mouth as he rocked into, pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts. Sparks of pleasure flared across her body, spinning her mind higher with each of his powerful thrusts.

She was watching his face, his eyes were dark, his lips pulled tight. There was no playfulness left in his features as he pounded his cock into her over and over, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, his thick cock stretching her body to the limits. It was almost more than she could take. She pushed at him and he stopped, confusion flitting over his face.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked in concern.

She pressed a kiss into his lips. “I’m wonderful, Adam. Wonderful. Now, as for you…” She stood, pulling him with her, and pushed him until his back was pressed against a tree. She dropped to her knees in front of him, his cock, coated in her glistening juices, bobbing in front of her face. She thought she’d never seen a more beautiful cock, thick and hard as steel. She leaned forward and captured the wet crown between her lips, tasting her own salt.

He moaned her name loudly, one hand dropping to the top of her head.

She grasped the thick base and pushed down, her mouth stretching around the length, forcing until she felt the head hit the back of her throat, then gave a sucking pull all the way back to the tip. She bobbed up and down, loving the feel of his cock slipping between her lips, of her juices and spittle coating her mouth. She reached one hand down and cupped it around his fleshy balls, a thrill shooting through her when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She felt powerful even when she knelt in front of him, then she felt submissive with his cock shoved down her throat. It was a heady sensation for her.

His other hand dropped to her head and he cradled her there, holding her head still now, as he pumped into her mouth. Her eyes teared up slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat again but she dug her fingers into his hips and urged him deeper. She could feel it thicken, feel it throb, and she knew he was ready, that he was going to spill himself down her throat. She forced her mouth to open wider.

And suddenly it was empty. He’d pulled out, his cock purple and throbbing in front of her face, his breathing raspy above her.

“Adam?”

He didn’t answer her, instead he turned her roughly, forcing her to her hands and knees. Then he was behind her, spreading her open and pushing into her, her * clenching around his cock. He pounded into her, his breathing ragged above her, his hands holding tightly to her hips.

“Eva,” he gasped out, “let me mark you.”

She looked over her shoulder and saw his eyes, a burning topaz as his tiger pushed at the surface of Adam’s body. Her body responded in kind and she felt her tigress push against her skin. Adam was still pounding into her, her body still pushing back against his. Yes, she wanted him to mark her.

“Do it,” she growled at him, “make me yours, Adam.”

With a roar, he leaned forward and sank his teeth deeply into her neck, marking her forever as his. Pain and pleasure exploded across her body, his teeth in her neck, his cock in her *, still rocking against her. Colors exploded across her vision and she came, shocks rocking down her body as she felt him explode with her, felt him empty his essence into hers.