trying to pull me into her pussy.
I stilled and dug my fingers in her firm ass-cheek, letting her know she had to wait. She had to submit to my pace. My control. I found her hand and put her middle and ring finger on her clit and silently told her to rub it for me.
She didn't waste a second and I slowly entered her, listening closely to her body with my eyes closed. The tension in her muscles, the speed of every breath, the restraint of her moans, all communicated with the language only I would ever know. I raked my nails slowly along her ass and down her outer thighs, letting her move on me. I latched a hand to her wrist, gripping it hard, silently telling her to slow down. When I felt she understood, I moved trembling fingers delicately along her quivering abs to tease at the underside of her sweet breasts. "What's the magic word for you baby?" I glided my fingers over one nipple, then the other. "The magic touch?" My slow ravenous hunt led me to her tight ass where I pressed the tip of my finger inside.
She let our several sharp gasps, giving me my answer. But I wasn 't ready for her to come. Not when I was ready to make it last forever.
I slid my nails along her spine next, measuring the tension in her body that it awarded me. "You like this." The words shot out on a harsh whisper fueled with outrageous desire. Power surged through my fingers and I raked them along her spine again.
Tara immediately locked up on me with a ferocious fucking orgasm bucking her sweet hips.
I fell forward and drove into her, overcome with the force of the need.
Her sharp gasps blasted in my ear as her body trembled with spasm after spasm, her nails raking my back, driving me harder. Her beautiful pussy clutched my cock as I thrust without mercy. A sharp cry escaped her, reminding me of the need for quiet and I dove onto her mouth, ready to have every noise she made, as her inner muscles convulsed and milked my cock.
She had n't exactly come at my verbal command, but I was sure I'd just learned how to make that happen.
My own orgasm exploded forth, a nuclear blast at the base of my spine, reverberating through my balls. She held my face and mouth to hers, capturing every growl and grunt as we lit up the stratosphere. Lit the fucking universe and visited forever in a matter of seconds.
Finally, spent, I collapsed a bit to the side, heaving for breath , once more filled with that awe I always had with her. "Fuck, baby, I love you."
Gentle fingers stroked my lips , her own labored breaths slowing. "I love you, Lucian."
Chapter Eight
" Bane, it's time. Come on." The preacher's low voice just outside the tent dragged me out of the happy little bubble of lying there with a sated Tara in my arms.
Could I get by with faking sleep? My hackles rose at the thought of him seeing Tara all soft and naked and I slipped my arm from under her and rose, fumbling for my clothes. I managed to get into my jeans, and grabbed my shirt and shoes and left the tent as quietly as possible. Making sure the tent was sealed back up against the bugs, I paused long enough to shrug my shirt on and get my shoes on the right feet.
Fighting the urge to drag my ass, I headed for the banked camp fire, where the Preacher waited for me. What the hell could he have planned that demanded to be done at midnight?
The stiff set to the preacher's shoulders said he was either pissed or dreaded something. Probably pissed. At me. I approached the fire, quiet.
He looked up at me, the depths of Hell in those black eyes. "You ready?"
" Depends. What are we doing?"
" Your lessons begin tonight. Follow me." He shouldered a pack and set off for the woods at a fast pace.
A lesson. Shit. The last thing I wanted was a midnight hike. I went after him, unwilling to tempt his wrath at the moment. And was that damn wolf pack on the hunt? Howls and yips echoed back and forth through the night and gave me chills. Wonderful.
A few hundred yards into the woods, the Preacher stopped and
I stilled and dug my fingers in her firm ass-cheek, letting her know she had to wait. She had to submit to my pace. My control. I found her hand and put her middle and ring finger on her clit and silently told her to rub it for me.
She didn't waste a second and I slowly entered her, listening closely to her body with my eyes closed. The tension in her muscles, the speed of every breath, the restraint of her moans, all communicated with the language only I would ever know. I raked my nails slowly along her ass and down her outer thighs, letting her move on me. I latched a hand to her wrist, gripping it hard, silently telling her to slow down. When I felt she understood, I moved trembling fingers delicately along her quivering abs to tease at the underside of her sweet breasts. "What's the magic word for you baby?" I glided my fingers over one nipple, then the other. "The magic touch?" My slow ravenous hunt led me to her tight ass where I pressed the tip of my finger inside.
She let our several sharp gasps, giving me my answer. But I wasn 't ready for her to come. Not when I was ready to make it last forever.
I slid my nails along her spine next, measuring the tension in her body that it awarded me. "You like this." The words shot out on a harsh whisper fueled with outrageous desire. Power surged through my fingers and I raked them along her spine again.
Tara immediately locked up on me with a ferocious fucking orgasm bucking her sweet hips.
I fell forward and drove into her, overcome with the force of the need.
Her sharp gasps blasted in my ear as her body trembled with spasm after spasm, her nails raking my back, driving me harder. Her beautiful pussy clutched my cock as I thrust without mercy. A sharp cry escaped her, reminding me of the need for quiet and I dove onto her mouth, ready to have every noise she made, as her inner muscles convulsed and milked my cock.
She had n't exactly come at my verbal command, but I was sure I'd just learned how to make that happen.
My own orgasm exploded forth, a nuclear blast at the base of my spine, reverberating through my balls. She held my face and mouth to hers, capturing every growl and grunt as we lit up the stratosphere. Lit the fucking universe and visited forever in a matter of seconds.
Finally, spent, I collapsed a bit to the side, heaving for breath , once more filled with that awe I always had with her. "Fuck, baby, I love you."
Gentle fingers stroked my lips , her own labored breaths slowing. "I love you, Lucian."
Chapter Eight
" Bane, it's time. Come on." The preacher's low voice just outside the tent dragged me out of the happy little bubble of lying there with a sated Tara in my arms.
Could I get by with faking sleep? My hackles rose at the thought of him seeing Tara all soft and naked and I slipped my arm from under her and rose, fumbling for my clothes. I managed to get into my jeans, and grabbed my shirt and shoes and left the tent as quietly as possible. Making sure the tent was sealed back up against the bugs, I paused long enough to shrug my shirt on and get my shoes on the right feet.
Fighting the urge to drag my ass, I headed for the banked camp fire, where the Preacher waited for me. What the hell could he have planned that demanded to be done at midnight?
The stiff set to the preacher's shoulders said he was either pissed or dreaded something. Probably pissed. At me. I approached the fire, quiet.
He looked up at me, the depths of Hell in those black eyes. "You ready?"
" Depends. What are we doing?"
" Your lessons begin tonight. Follow me." He shouldered a pack and set off for the woods at a fast pace.
A lesson. Shit. The last thing I wanted was a midnight hike. I went after him, unwilling to tempt his wrath at the moment. And was that damn wolf pack on the hunt? Howls and yips echoed back and forth through the night and gave me chills. Wonderful.
A few hundred yards into the woods, the Preacher stopped and
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