color. He looked down at her then, really looked at her face when her saw her tongue slip out from between her lips and lick them moist. And if that wasn’t enough to make him groan, she worried her full lower lip with her teeth. He watched the whole process with great fascination.
“ Are you satisfied?”
Her whispered innocent question brought an immediate response from his already hardened cock. He could tell her in a word just how unsatisfied he was at the moment, but could not make his throat work around the sudden dryness of this mouth. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. And he was suddenly very glad he was holding her. He was sure that if he wasn’t, she would leave him.
“ Pete...Pete, tell me your name. Your real name, I mean. Mine is Dominic Patrick Marshall. I’m originally from England, old England.”
“ Why?” Her voice was husky and smooth. She licked her lips again. Her own body was responding to his closeness and he could smell her arousal. He watched her eyes become a darker shade of silver, more brilliant in their color as the moments passed and he touched her.
“ Tell me, please. I need to know.”
His answer was not very good, but as he had said it, he leaned forward and kissed the side of her mouth. A light kiss, small tastes of her as it were.
“ It’s...it’s Piccadilly. Piccadilly Fresno. I want you to step back away from me. You...you’re making me nervous. You have to...you need to...please, Dominic, I…”
“ Yes, Piccadilly, I need it too. I very much need it too.” His mouth brushed hers once more then he deepened it to a kiss.
His kiss demanded a response from her and he got it. There was no timid response from her this time or between them. With his hands still on her cheeks, he pressed her mouth open for his and tasted her. He captured her groan as it rumbled from deep and moved across his tongue like a taste, a taste like ambrosia. Dominic shifted her body to his left and used his right hand to cup her ass, tightening her hard against him. Lifting her feet up off of the floor, Dominic felt her pour over him.
Never had he felt this way about sex or a woman. No, he realized, not sex. This had moved beyond just sex. This was a claiming; he needed to claim her. Shifting her again, he ran his hands along her thighs and helped her wrap those incredible legs around him. He was not going to take her here for as much as he wanted to. He needed to make love to her in his lair, in his bed.
Dominic, with Pete wrapped around him, moved to the panel in the far wall that would take them to the lower levels and opened it. The trip took them longer because neither could stop touching, kissing exposed flesh, marveling at new tastes. He’d had to try several times to get his door to open because he kept losing his concentration on an otherwise easy task.
Finally, the door sprang open, and he pulled her close again and moved into the room. With a swift kick, the door slammed and locked behind them. He wanted to slow down; he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her while standing there. He wanted to taste her slowly, savor her body. He also wanted to sink his cock deep inside of her, fuck her until neither of them could stand. His body ached, his need was incredible.
“ Piccadilly, I need you, baby. Tell me. Tell me that you need me as well. I want to hear you say it, tell me.”
He cupped her breast through the shirt she had on and knew that she was bare beneath it. His already heated blood felt as though lava was racing along his veins, though him. He felt her arch into his palm, the nipple hard against his thumb. He bent down and took it into his mouth, nipping at it through the material, soaking it through.
When her approval of a hissed yes spilled from her mouth, Dominic felt as though he could take on the world. She pulled him closer to her breast by grabbing a handful of his hair and holding him there. Her hips began to move against his groin and his cock, making
“ Are you satisfied?”
Her whispered innocent question brought an immediate response from his already hardened cock. He could tell her in a word just how unsatisfied he was at the moment, but could not make his throat work around the sudden dryness of this mouth. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. And he was suddenly very glad he was holding her. He was sure that if he wasn’t, she would leave him.
“ Pete...Pete, tell me your name. Your real name, I mean. Mine is Dominic Patrick Marshall. I’m originally from England, old England.”
“ Why?” Her voice was husky and smooth. She licked her lips again. Her own body was responding to his closeness and he could smell her arousal. He watched her eyes become a darker shade of silver, more brilliant in their color as the moments passed and he touched her.
“ Tell me, please. I need to know.”
His answer was not very good, but as he had said it, he leaned forward and kissed the side of her mouth. A light kiss, small tastes of her as it were.
“ It’s...it’s Piccadilly. Piccadilly Fresno. I want you to step back away from me. You...you’re making me nervous. You have to...you need to...please, Dominic, I…”
“ Yes, Piccadilly, I need it too. I very much need it too.” His mouth brushed hers once more then he deepened it to a kiss.
His kiss demanded a response from her and he got it. There was no timid response from her this time or between them. With his hands still on her cheeks, he pressed her mouth open for his and tasted her. He captured her groan as it rumbled from deep and moved across his tongue like a taste, a taste like ambrosia. Dominic shifted her body to his left and used his right hand to cup her ass, tightening her hard against him. Lifting her feet up off of the floor, Dominic felt her pour over him.
Never had he felt this way about sex or a woman. No, he realized, not sex. This had moved beyond just sex. This was a claiming; he needed to claim her. Shifting her again, he ran his hands along her thighs and helped her wrap those incredible legs around him. He was not going to take her here for as much as he wanted to. He needed to make love to her in his lair, in his bed.
Dominic, with Pete wrapped around him, moved to the panel in the far wall that would take them to the lower levels and opened it. The trip took them longer because neither could stop touching, kissing exposed flesh, marveling at new tastes. He’d had to try several times to get his door to open because he kept losing his concentration on an otherwise easy task.
Finally, the door sprang open, and he pulled her close again and moved into the room. With a swift kick, the door slammed and locked behind them. He wanted to slow down; he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her while standing there. He wanted to taste her slowly, savor her body. He also wanted to sink his cock deep inside of her, fuck her until neither of them could stand. His body ached, his need was incredible.
“ Piccadilly, I need you, baby. Tell me. Tell me that you need me as well. I want to hear you say it, tell me.”
He cupped her breast through the shirt she had on and knew that she was bare beneath it. His already heated blood felt as though lava was racing along his veins, though him. He felt her arch into his palm, the nipple hard against his thumb. He bent down and took it into his mouth, nipping at it through the material, soaking it through.
When her approval of a hissed yes spilled from her mouth, Dominic felt as though he could take on the world. She pulled him closer to her breast by grabbing a handful of his hair and holding him there. Her hips began to move against his groin and his cock, making
Similar Books
