Catch by Toni Kenyon Page B

uncurled herself from the toilet, she padded over to him.   "You've got to take off your own shoes and socks.   I don't do the shoe thing."
    "I don't have to worry about finding you bonding with my boots, huh?"
    "Gross.   Hurry up and get them off - you've wasted enough time tonight."
    He slipped his shoes and socks off, throwing them to one side.   "So I could still be up for punishment then?"
    "Very brave now that I'm off my pedestal and over here, aren't you?"
    He reached out, pulling her to him by the shoulders, their faces millimeters from each other.   "I am, so be very afraid."  
    With that he kissed her hard, his tongue snaking into her mouth, searching and demanding.   She felt on fire; her entire body responded to him, her heart pounded. She wanted to slap him, run from him - his treatment cruel and savage - but she also wanted more.  
    She felt herself get wet and slick, just from a kiss.   She craved him, desired him like she'd never desired before; it was overwhelming and frightening.
    He pulled away from her abruptly.   She was left stunned and gasping.
    "Now undress me."

    His eyes bore down into hers.   He took her trembling hands and placed them by the top button of his shirt.   Her knees were weak; the orange-and-blue pattern swam before her eyes.   Her clammy hands seemed to stick to the silk.   Half of her wanted to tell him to get lost, but the other half was giddy with delight.
    Undoing his shirt, concentrating on the buttons, she attempted to let go of the conflicting thoughts and emotions raging within.
    She slid the shirt off over his broad shoulders, allowing it to glide down his arms, then flicked it to the side of the room where his shoes and socks lay.
    "Good."   His voice was deep and creamy; she could tell he was equally turned on.   "Suck here, I want to feel your mouth on me."
    A small gasp escaped her lips as she latched onto his nipple.   He allowed the finger he'd pointed with to trail slowly down her cheekbone, stopping to stroke her under the ear - the way she stroked Azriel.   She rolled his nipple in her mouth, tasting, tormenting.   She understood why cats purred, his touch was intoxicating.  
    She didn't need him to tell her to continue; she was wild with lust for him and wanted nothing more than to have him naked.   She wanted to feast on his body.   Explore every scented centimeter leisurely with her mouth and tongue and teeth.
    She unbuckled his belt with hands trembling now with desire; he'd wound her up and there was no going back once she'd been wound.   The black leather belt was new, the smell strong, and the leather caught in the buckle.   She had to work hard to wriggle it free.   He stood unmoving, watching her struggle, and she was furious he wouldn't help, yet it only inflamed her desire to disrobe him.   The silver buttons on his fly were nearly as much trouble, compounded by the increasing pressure of his growing cock.
    "I should make you undo those with your teeth," he growled.
    "We'd still be here in a week."   She looked up from her position on her knees.   "You’d better hope like hell I don't break a fingernail, or you'll be in serious trouble."
    He smiled. "Like I am at the moment, right?"
    Bastard, she thought.   She'd show him.   By the time she'd finished he'd be pleading for mercy.
    She dragged his jeans and boxers down and he stepped out of them.   She sat back on her feet and surveyed the taut, tanned body in front of her.   He was a fine looking man.
    She leaned forward, placing a light kiss on his stomach, smelling and nuzzling that lovely part under his navel where the flesh was warm and soft, downy hair running in a dark line down to his pubic bone.   He moaned a little and she felt his cock bobbing menacingly under her chin.
    "That feels so good."
    She kissed him again, just barely rubbing her lips over his hard stomach; the feeling was tingly and electric.   "Hmm, it does, doesn't it?"
    She moved away a touch and