Possession by Missy Maxim Page A

Miss
Mitchell?” Julian asked playfully.
    Catherine winked. “You’ll find out soon
enough.”
    She stopped by the side of the bed and
slipped her hands under his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders.
It was tossed towards a chair. Her hands went to his belt buckle
next as she leaned forward to kiss him. He tried to pull her closer
but she slapped his hands away. He moaned at suddenly feeling her
warm hand on his erection, then whimpered when she let go.
    Catherine grinned as she pushed him
backwards.
    “Sit,” she commanded.
    He arched a brow. “Now, what? Oh god… ”
He never would have expected her to… “You devious…little…minx!”
    She chuckled around him.
    Feeling his prominent erection against her
belly in the other room, she’d suddenly remembered her dream, the
one about sucking him off. And just as suddenly as she remembered,
she realized she really wanted to make that dream reality. So,
she’d unzipped his pants, pushed him onto the bed, dropped to her
knees, and taken him into her mouth as far as he’d go.
    Julian was panting and moaning almost
instantly. “ God , pet…just like…you…fuck! Where did you learn
that?”
    She massaged the spot behind his testicles,
earning a growl and the thrust of his hips. “Magazine,” she
brightly replied, then dropped her head again. By the way his hands
were gripping and twisting the bedding, it wouldn’t be long.
    “Kitten…gonna…don’t have to…”
    He shouted unintelligibly as he came, briefly
choking her.
    She stayed in place, swallowing down all he
had to give. It coated her throat, and she was really going to need
a glass of water after this. Giving his dick a parting kiss, she
sat back and daintily wiped at the corners of her mouth. He was
breathing heavily, half slumped on the bed, staring at her with a
look of…awe?
    She blushed. “What?” she asked
self-consciously.
    “I never… get up here .”
    He grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up
for a kiss, plunging his tongue in her mouth.
    “You’re amazing.”
    “I dreamed about it once,” she confessed,
blushing further.
    “ Did you now? On who?” The way she
ducked her head told him the answer. “And when was this, naughty
girl?”
    “Umm…last week?”
    Julian chuckled and brushed his nose against
hers. “Before, or after, you got a peek at my bits?”
    “I didn’t peek!”
    “You noticed the towel was gone.”
    “I didn’t have to look there to see
that,” she argued.
    “Ah, so it was before…and does reality
measure up ?” He punctuated the last word with a thrust of
his hips into her belly, showing off he was hard again.
    “I wasn’t taking notes,” Catherine replied.
She flicked his ear with her tongue. “It was more about making you
scream my name,” she added huskily. In a blink, she found herself
on her back, their positions reversed.
    “Oh, I think it’s you who’ll be screamin’
before the night’s over, love.”
    “I’m not a screamer. Didn’t make a peep when
you scared me at the theater.”
    “No one to mind your decorum for, here, baby.
We’re the only ones on this floor. And I’m a man of many
talents.”
    “I’m sure you are, but what makes you think
I’ll be taking advantage of them?”
    He grinned wolfishly. “Because, Catherine, I
know exactly how hot I make you. I can practically taste you
on the air right now. Gonna lick your sweetness. All. Up.”
    Okay, vampires senses? Eww. Julian promising
to make her come? Guh! He was right, of course. She was all
worked up. But getting naked and groin-y was a point of no return.
Even now, she wasn’t sure she was ready for the main event.
    Something of what she was thinking must have
shown upon her face, for his expression softened into kindness and
understanding.
    “I won’t make you do anythin’ you don’t want
to, love. You have my word.”
    She nodded, unconsciously relaxing.
“Yeah…breathing’s becoming an issue.”
    “Oh!” He rolled up onto his feet.