Shepherd by KH LeMoyne Page B

to take him deep into her, left her shaking with need.
    Shocked and pleased, she revealed in her ability to being him to climax. Her quickening response to his pleasure swirled like a living thing within her, a needy throb strung tight between her breasts and pussy.
    Even with the unexpected length and width of this cock, she took him deeper as she looked up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately, she chose that time to caress his balls with her fingernails. He jerked and then pulled her away from him.
    His eyes squeezed tight for a second. “Tickled.”
    With a smile, she enveloped him again, working him slowly until his fingers clenched on her scalp. His groan signaled his climax, the total look of vulnerability in his eyes signaled she’d finally made it past his defenses. For that alone, she would give them both this pleasure as many times as possible. Swallowing every drop, she gentled her caress as he bucked in the downward throes of his release.
    She licked the saltiness from her lips, then sat back on her heels and cocked her head with a frown, staring at the still firm condition of his cock. She had no warning before he bent and grabbed her.
    Her back softly hit the mattress as he pressed her deep into the covers. “There’s a side benefit to that enhancement. One I didn’t appreciate until now.” His mouth closed over her neck, his tongue teasing in warm circles across her skin as his hand slid beneath her shirt to massage her breasts. “I can stay hard for a very long time.”
    “Mmm.” She arched against him as his fingers plumped and rolled her nipple in a maddening rhythm. “How long?”
    He left her only long enough to slip off her shirt and swipe down her pants. Then his warmth against her skin returned. Suckling her nipple, he shifted between her legs and entered her with maddening slowness. “Long enough to pay you back several times over for the wonderful performance, Sugar.”

 
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Clay moved down Esme’s body, reveling in the softness of her skin. His mind thrilled at her desire, the way her body responded to his touch. Sensual and confident, this woman would never morph into one of the subservient slaves he’d witnessed in the darker haunts of Down Below. He’d seen the servitude some men required to fill the shattered parts of their lives, the dark edges some people needed to travel to feel the knifepoint of pleasure. A slave collar and a woman kowtowing at his feet did nothing for him. A woman bright enough to handle the same challenges he pursued, one not afraid to show what she wanted and how she felt, one he could trust—did.
    He nibbled along the curve of her breast. Then again, a woman responsive enough to come at his command might be fun. He looked up at Esme with a wicked grin, no longer self-conscious for what she might find lacking in him. Now he would learn how far he could drive his captive tiger—if she didn’t unravel him first. He thought her sweet mouth on his cock had undone him, but being buried in the tight heat of her took his breath away.
    If he didn’t move, he could last long enough to fire pleasure in her body three or four times. Definitely a worthy experiment for another time. First a tease of her dusky nipples. He groaned against her as her thighs wrapped around his hips, driving him deeper inside her.
    Determined not to give in, he delivered one more hard suckle to each breast and then lifted his head to capture her mouth with his. Tongues twining, he shifted, generating a light rhythm against her pussy. Judging from the slight whimper she issued against his lips, not enough pressure to allow her to peak. Good.
    The slow, maddening withdrawal almost killed him, but the way her body arched against his with the motion and her long guttural sound of pleasure as he followed with a stroke fast and deep was worth it. He glanced down at the contrast of her perfect brown skin against his paler flesh and swallowed hard. How had he warranted such a