Hunter!" She tried to shove the leather down. "Someone might come!"
"No one comes."
Fascinated, he touched the rosy tip of her nipple with his dark fingers, watching it harden and thrust upward, begging for attention--attention he was more than willing to give it. Dipping his head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the peak, then seized it with his teeth. She gasped and made fists in his hair. "Hunter?"
"Hm?" He moved to the unkissed breast. "What is it you want, little one?"
Her breath caught as his teeth closed on her. "I want to go."
With skillful determination, Hunter continued the exquisite torment until the tips of her nipples throbbed, swollen and hot, against the end of his tongue.
"Hunter, please…" She moaned and drew him toward her, arching her hips against him. "Hunter…"
He obliged her and at last took her into his mouth. She cried out at the sharp pull, and he gloried in the sound, in the knowledge that he could make her surrender to him. After tending each breast, he started to kiss her lips, but she held tight to his hair, pulling him back to her nipple, arching up to meet his mouth. With a pleased chuckle, Hunter fulfilled the silent request, savoring the sweet taste of her. Then he kissed her parted lips.
Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and her senses cleared. A tender smile curved his mouth.
"My heart is heavy to say these words, Blue Eyes, but someone may come. My woman who is without shame must wait, eh?"
"No one comes."
Fascinated, he touched the rosy tip of her nipple with his dark fingers, watching it harden and thrust upward, begging for attention--attention he was more than willing to give it. Dipping his head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the peak, then seized it with his teeth. She gasped and made fists in his hair. "Hunter?"
"Hm?" He moved to the unkissed breast. "What is it you want, little one?"
Her breath caught as his teeth closed on her. "I want to go."
With skillful determination, Hunter continued the exquisite torment until the tips of her nipples throbbed, swollen and hot, against the end of his tongue.
"Hunter, please…" She moaned and drew him toward her, arching her hips against him. "Hunter…"
He obliged her and at last took her into his mouth. She cried out at the sharp pull, and he gloried in the sound, in the knowledge that he could make her surrender to him. After tending each breast, he started to kiss her lips, but she held tight to his hair, pulling him back to her nipple, arching up to meet his mouth. With a pleased chuckle, Hunter fulfilled the silent request, savoring the sweet taste of her. Then he kissed her parted lips.
Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and her senses cleared. A tender smile curved his mouth.
"My heart is heavy to say these words, Blue Eyes, but someone may come. My woman who is without shame must wait, eh?"
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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