Codename Spring by Aubrey Ross Page B

butt plug,” she confessed. “I was too embarrassed to ask Autumn for one and you didn’t give me back my bag when I left.”
    His fingertip circled her anus twice, eliciting tingles. Then he slowly pushed inside. “This is a dream, sweetheart. In the real world we’ll have to work up to it. But here we can do whatever we want.”
    She chuckled, amazed that she’d forgotten. His finger slid in and out, the sensation odd yet evocative. He taught her the rhythm, almost backward from before. The sensations were stronger as he pulled out and seemed to pause as he drove deeper.
    “Ready?”
    “Always, with you.”
    He parted her cheeks with his hands and positioned his cock against her. Then he slid his arm around her hip and found her clit from in front. “You do it. Push back onto my cock. Go as fast or as slow as you like.”
    Trusting him to know what was best, or at least most erotic, she moved her legs a bit farther apart and pushed. Slowly her body spread around him, swallowing the head of his cock. She gasped as her muscles contracted and came to rest against the hardness of his shaft.
    “Relax, baby.” He gasped. “You’re really tight.”
    She took a deep breath and then another, trying to ignore the massive fullness within her back passage. “No, you’re really big.”
    “All right.” He cupped her breast with one hand and gently massaged her clit with the other. “Come if you can. I know this feels strange but your muscles will relax if you come.”
    It felt invasive and… She stopped analyzing the sensations and just accepted them. Easing her arms out to the side, she lowered her shoulders even more. She surrendered, was utterly submissive, his to pleasure, protect and adore.
    His hand left her breast and grasped the back of her neck.
    “Yes,” she encouraged, showing him how excited she’d become when he’d turned feral over her. She wanted her mate demanding, possessive. Dominant. She needed to know she was safe at his side. That he would always fight for her.
    He pulled back and pleasure spiraled in his wake. “Oh, Evard, yes! More.” He pushed deeper, caressing her clit while she adjusted to the pressure. With long, slow strokes, he carefully fucked her. His fingers quickly became a distraction. She wanted to concentrate on the amazing slide of his shaft in and out of her ass…his brutal sweet possession of her body.
    He clasped her hips and increased his speed, thrusting in fast and pulling out slowly. She cried out as the cycles intensified their pleasure. They shared their feelings freely, flowing from her mind into his and back.
    She pushed up as he drove in, ready to participate more actively. His pleasure bombarded her mind. He was holding on by a thread. His fight thrilled and excited her, accelerating her arousal. She tightened her muscles and he cried out, losing his battle with completion. He wrapped his arms around her hips and came in shuddering spurts. The intensity of his orgasm triggered mirroring sensations in her body. She tightened around him, hugging him, loving him, prolonging the pleasure for as long as she could.
    They collapsed onto their sides and Jocelyn laughed. “Saroji better finish healing you soon or she’ll be restarting my heart.”
    “Let me catch my breath and I’ll see if she’ll let us out.”
    They made love twice more before Saroji brought them out of their dream trance.
    “You both look ridiculously guilty.” Saroji smiled, though her gaze appeared dark and smoky. “I don’t have to ask how you entertained yourselves.”
    Jocelyn sat up on her treatment table and stretched, pausing to look around. This was the overflow ward in the medical center. Ra’jen was standing beside Evard’s treatment table but she supposed that wasn’t surprising. The general hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with him yet.
    Evard inclined his head toward Saroji. “Thank you. I know Jocelyn couldn’t have saved me without your assistance.”
    Saroji shrugged.