Bronto's Revenge (Barbarian Lust, #2)(17)

“Out of respect, love.” Soon his facial whiskers grazed the skin between her breasts as he worked his way down her body.

The moment he sucked a nipple into his mouth, tingles burst in her chest. She arched her neck and groaned. Within the constant suction she silently beckoned for something more. How was it possible to feel this way?

She fisted his hair and held him steady while pressing her breast into his face. He sucked harder and harder then stretched her nipple between his teeth. Even after he switched breasts he pinched it between his fingertips. The sensation was overwhelming. Moisture constantly flowed from the center of her thighs. She placed her feet on the ground and squeezed his waist between her knees.

As he moved lower she released his hair and fisted the hide. She knew where he headed but loathed to stop him. What appeared a forbidden act by her standards might be natural to him. She’d given him control and free rein to do as he wished, so she’d not hinder his determination by any means.

She scrunched her eyes and held her breath when his whiskers brushed the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled but rather than lay them flat for stability, Bronto pushed them out to the sides, spreading them farther apart. Her female area opened and warm air caressed her flesh. For the first time this evening embarrassment plagued her. A different type of heat washed through her blood. Instinctively she wanted to close her legs but it wasn’t possible with him lying between them.

“Relax, Ivy,” he coaxed in between subtle pecks to the inside of her thigh. “I want you to feel me. If you’re tense, you won’t experience the pleasure.”

She released the breath with a heavy swoosh but sucked in another when his fingers rested on either side of her woman’s folds and he spread them apart. She wanted to shout no! But the instant his hot tongue lapped the sensitive bud, her chest exploded in tingles and prickles and her mind screamed yes.

The sensation was…it was…oh gosh, indescribable. Her back arched and bottom jutted forward. “Ahh,” she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.

What she thought couldn’t get any better, did. She rocked her hips up and down, up and down, side to side, following the motion of his tongue. Internal pressure built from the base of her spine to the wee tips of her fingers.

As it reached a point of explosion she gyrated faster and faster, she outstretched her fingers and clawed the fur. A slow burn erupted beneath his tongue, rushing toward her belly then into her chest like the evolution of a flame. She burned. She burned so bad.

Then it stopped.

It hurt and she wanted to cry and scream and beg him for more but within the inhale of her next breath he crawled upward, covering her with his body. He slid his hand in the small space between them and lowered it to the sensitive area between her thighs. His fingers replaced his tongue, reviving the abandoned ache. A pulse beat around his fingertips as they prodded and circled and pinched and consumed her with pleasure.

Suddenly the pressure burst and she shattered. Sparkly lights fluttered through her mind. Her back arched then her tummy jerked and insides constricted. Clutched in the realms of bliss and magic, Bronto devoured her mouth and lifted her legs to the outside of her waist. Somewhere in the midst of the delirious pleasure he guided his organ to her opening and worked the tip inside. She whimpered behind the kiss, the sound tainted with fear. She wanted nothing more than to feel him completely embedded in her depths yet the little portion he inserted stretched her and she wasn’t positive she could take any more.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, his rapid breath shooting tiny puffs of air through her hair above her ear. “Don’t be afraid.”

She nodded and that was all she could do because he stroked his fingertips through her sensitive folds and toyed with the bud again. The tingles were instant, branching to her fingers and toes. The spasms and constrictions hadn’t even completely stopped before they restarted. Her mind went blank. She felt as if she were shot into the air and bounced from cloud to cloud.

She was floating in a flickering, colorful aura accompanied by his voice. His gruff, controlled, rugged voice.

“Hold me, Ivy,” he commanded.

She slid her arms around his back. At the same time he captured her mouth with his lips and slipped his tongue between her teeth, he plunged his hips forward, burying his hard shaft deep inside her.

“Oww,” she whined, not because it hurt but because she’d expected it to, and she dug her nails into his flesh while her body continued to contract and tug at his organ.

He kissed every portion of her face. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” While patting his lips along her cheek to her lips, he began to very slowly move his hips back and forth.

She didn’t know what she felt but it wasn’t pain. Fullness. Stretching. Deep internal throbs racked her inner walls, pulling and forcing him deeper.

She froze to concentrate on his shaft slipping in and out. The feelings taking place inside her were unbelievably beautiful. They were not only physical but soul-joining and she felt closer to Bronto than to any other living human being.

“Ivy?”

She opened her eyes. He’d braced himself on his elbows while his gaze traced her face. His expression was laced with adoration and compassion and her heart swelled. “Yes?”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

He lowered himself briefly for a nip at her lips. “Pull your knees to your chest so I can deepen the penetration. I’m not completely inside you yet.”