Base Nature by Sommer Marsden Page B

b l o ws h ad lan ded .
    “ I’ m n o t w o rr i e d a b o u t m e .” He was t e lling the t ru th bu t s he c o u ld f ee l him h a r d and u nf u lfill e d r ight th er e u n de r h er .
    “I am.” He gave o ne half-ass e d g r ab at h e r bu t she wiggl e d a r o u nd be tw e e n h i s thighs a nd t u gg e d at h i s b l u e b o x er s. “C o me o n . D o n ’ t h ur t my f ee lings. G ive it u p.”
    “ G ive it u p ! ” he c r i ed , g r inning.
    “Y e ah, d o n ’ t h o ld o u t o n m e , b a b y,” she c oo ed . Bu t be f o r e he c o u ld la u gh again, L iv be nt and lick e d at the silk e n pink h e ad o f h i s c o ck. She r an the tip o v e r h e r lips and re v e l e d at the f ee l. L ike wa r m f l o w e r p e tals o r s m o o th s u n- b ak e d st o n e s. I t was the sm o o th e st t h ing sh e’ d e v e r f e lt and the sm e ll o f him o v er wh e lm e d h er . She o p e n e d h e r m o u th wi de r and t o o k him in. H e r h an d s o n h is thighs a nd h i s han d s in h e r h a i r .
    T h er e was that ru sh again. O f m o r e than aff e cti o n, m o r e th a n att r acti o n and a c o ns u mi n g ru sh o f p o w er . She c o u ld p u sh this m a n to b e a b it w e ak, a b it de sp e r at e .
     

    T he p o w e r t o aff e ct him that way w a s a b it o f a bu zz. L iv had n e v e r re act e d th i s way to an o th e r m an. A lways th er e was a v e in o f w o rr y and t re pi d a ti o n in h e r wh e n she m e t a g u y. W hat w o u ld m a ke him t ur n? What w o u ld make him ang r y? A t what p o int w o u ld she sta r t d o i n g it all w r o n g? She had n o ne o f t h o se f ee lings. O nly the th o u ght o f his han d s o n h e r and his v o ice s o ft in h e r e a r . T he image o f h i m c o m i ng th r o ug h h e r win d o w and g r a bb ing K e vin. T he f ee l o f him p r o t e cting h er .
    “ D o y o u l i ke that?” she ask ed , dr o pping l o w er , licking u p the b ack o f h is c o ck with the tip o f h e r t o ng u e so he d anc e d a little in the chai r .
    “ D o y o u h a ve to a sk?” H i s v o ice was dee p e r than she had e v e r h e a r d it. A r o cky, dr y g a sp w h e n he t r i e d to f o r m w o rd s.
    C o u ld she p u sh him far e n o u gh to s hift?
    L iv p u sh e d the th o u ght away. T hat was a w o n de r f o r a n o th e r d ay. Right n o w h e r slipp er y hand slid u p and d o wn his shaft as she k iss e d his i nn e r t h ighs, the sp o t a b o ve his k n ee . She w e nt b ack t o him with h e r m o u th a nd he slipp e d f o r wa r d i n the chai r , th ru sting i nto h e r m o u th like a m an who had l o st that final little t e th e r to s e lf-c o nt r o l. “D o n ’ t m o v e , L iv,” he sai d , th ru sting. His m o v e m e nts fi r m bu t g e ntl e . He h e ld h e r h e ad in his b ig h a n d s a nd it o cc urre d t o h e r that m o st l i k e ly he c o u ld kill h e r if he c h o se t o . N o t e v e n m o st l y lik e ly. He c o u ld k i ll h e r if he ch o s e . I n m an f o r m o r w o lf f o r m. I nst e ad o f t err ifying h er , the re alizati o n s h o t th r o u gh h e r l i ke a tiny or gasm, i g niting a t u m b le o f e l e c t r ic n er v e s in h e r be lly and c u nt.
    L iv p re ss e d h e r t o ng u e to him a nd he th ru st o ne m o r e tim e , h is f i ng er s in h e r hai r , his palms b l o c k ing all o u tsi d e n o is e . She was l o st i n a s o u n d l e ss m o m e nt wh er e he was l e tting g o . H i s e y e s flash e d si l v er , th e n b l ue , th e n silv e r again and he l o o k e d n e a r ly h e sitant. U ntil h is lips cl o s e d in a ha r sh s e am and h is jaw cl e nch e d and th e n it all w e nt away wh e n he s mil e d and j u st g ave in t o his o r gasm. His b o d y bu ck e d and L iv sm o o th e d h e r h an d s against his s kin to f ee l all o f h i m m o v i ng that way.
    A nd th e n he was c o m ing a nd she was lapping at him, thinki n g he was so p o w er f u l and y e t, s o m e h o