Flamingo Fugitive (Supernatural Bounty Hunters 5) by E A Price

three, swirled inside her.  She mewled into his mouth as he brushed against her sweet spot over and over.  He feathered kisses over her cheek and neck.  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed into her skin.  “Need to be inside you.”
    “Yes, yes, please,” she murmured as her fingers scrabbled at his pants.
    The next few moments were a mixture of kisses, groans, giggles and grasping fingers as they tried to undress while never losing contact.  Finally naked, his eyes glittered to the darkness of his beast as he cupped her breasts.  “Fucking gorgeous, feathers,” he crooned.
    Her flamingo trembled with anticipation.  “Not so bad yourself, big guy,” she cooed as she felt her eyes filter to yellow.  Her hands roamed over the expanse of hard, taut flesh of his chest.  Shallow maybe, but why on earth did she think that a body like this didn’t matter?
    Reluctantly his hands left their sensual massage of her ample orbs, and he gripped her thighs.  He pushed her up the wall.  He considered moving this to the bedroom, but no he couldn’t wait.  His rhino couldn’t wait.  He wanted her now, this very second.  He wanted her warm, soft body wrapped around his, and he wanted her crying out in the pleasure he wrought.
    He aligned himself with her honey-drenched entrance.  He almost roared to find her so wet for him.  It gave him and his beast a sense of satisfaction and pride.  She wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.  Almost .
    Francine tightened her thighs around his waist, and her arms clung to his granite-like shoulders.  She wiggled her hips against him, eliciting a lusty groan.  “Hurry,” she whispered before nipping his neck.
    Stone rumbled and pushed inside her.  She cooed as his thick, hard length filled her inexorably full.  She panted and squirmed as she was pleasurably impaled.  “So big…” she whimpered.   
    He groaned, and Francine rested her head against the wall and relaxed, delighting in the feel of Stone thrusting in and out of her.  He filled her over and over, rubbing every sensitive spot.  Yes, this is what she needed .  She could feel her arousal simmering, threatening to boil over any moment.
    She almost cursed out loud as Stone growled and sped up his movements.  His hands gripped her hips, and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and laving at her skin.
    “Oh, feathers,” he panted.
    Francine felt her usual instincts kick in and ignored the protestations of her bird.  She started writhing in his arms and taking short, hurried breaths.  “Oh, honey, yeah.  Oh, that feels good.  Yeah, baby, hurry up, I’m coming…”
    She stilled as she realized Stone had stopped moving.  He pulled back from her and braced one hand on either side of her head; she remained pinned to the wall by his hips and impaled on his throbbing manhood.
    Stone cocked his head.  “What are you doing?”
    “What do you mean?” she asked, bewildered.  “Why did you stop?”
    Francine patted his shoulders and tried to wiggle her hips.  To her chagrin, he started to chuckle.
    She felt her cheeks blazing in embarrassment.  “What are you laughing at?”
    “You!  What was all that panting and ‘oh, yeah, baby, give it to me,’ about.”
    “I don’t think I told you to give it to me,” she muttered in irritation.  “And do we really have to have this conversation now?  You’re almost there.”
    All the mirth on Stone’s face disappeared.  Was she humoring him by letting him have sex with her?  Oh, his ego or his beast didn’t like that at all …  “Am I keeping you from something?”
    “No, I just, you know, I thought you wanted…”
    Stone grunted and eased himself out of her, settling her down on wobbly legs.  The sexual tension had cooled and now there was a tangible awkwardness, and not just because Stone’s sex, in spite of the interruption, was bobbing vivaciously.
    Francine had a flashback to the first guy who ever saw her naked.  Oh, I never