Page 91 of Sing Sweet Nightingale

He falls onto the bed, me beneath him, his hands bracing him over me. Not waiting for him, I pull my bralette off over my head and throw it to the floor. His head immediately drops, and the tip of his tongue runs over the peak of one nipple. I groan at the sensation. My nipple hardens further when he sucks it into his mouth and nips at it with his teeth. The pain and pleasure of itshoots straight to my clit, and I tighten my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy against his cock.

The hard length pulses, held back only by the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. Reaching down, I grip him between us, feeling far more of him now that his pants aren’t in the way.

His shaft is thick and hot, and it twitches in my hand when I give him a tight squeeze. Hunter groans and releases my nipple, moving to the other, repeating his torturous process.

My hand wanders farther down, feeling for this knot of his; it’s hard to miss when the base of his cock thickens to the point I can’t touch my fingers together when I grip it. His mouth pops from my breast, and he growls, pressing his forehead in between my breasts, and his hips rock against my hand.

“Fuck Nightingale. I’m not even inside you yet, and I already want to go back on my word. If your hand feels that good around my knot, your pussy will feel even better.”

Again, his hips rock, thrusting his cock in my hand. The shaft sliding up and down, each time I make sure to cup and grip his knot. He seems to like that.

With a growl, Hunter leans back, removing his cock from my hand, and stands practically ripping his underwear off, revealing himself fully to me. This time, I take my fill looking at him. There are no lights on in the bedroom, but moonlight streams through the window, illuminating him enough for me to see clearly.

He looks like any other man, well, not just any other. His wide chest leads to a tapered waist, and that desirable Adonis v. His cock stands proud at attention, hard, thick, and long. At its base is the knot I felt. A bulge thicker than the rest of him that only makes me want to sit on it more.

A needy whimper escapes my throat, the wetness in my panties embarrassingly growing. Hunter’s nostrils flare, and I swear his eyes glow in the moonlight.

In one swift motion, he removes my damp underwear and relishes in my nudity, admiring every bare inch of me. I don’t flinch or cover myself. I want him to see me. As he’s appreciating me, I appreciate him.

“You’re beautiful, Lottie. My perfect Nightingale. I want to stand here and look at you for hours, but I fear I don’t have the willpower to resist you for that long.” Hunter’s voice strains at his admission.

His hands slide up my inner thigh, and he brushes a finger over my wet center. I moan at the startlingly sharp shock wave it sends through my body. He does it again and circles my clit, making me shake. My fingers dig into the quilt under me, and my back arches.

“So responsive. How about if I do this?”

I’m staring at the ceiling and can’t see what he’s referring to, but I feel it a moment later when his tongue licks up my pussy from bottom to top and when he suckles on my clit. I scream a surprised moan as I writhe under him.

“You smell the sweetest when you're aroused for me. I wonder how sweet you’ll smell when you come for me.”

Hunter returns to licking my pussy, and my mind blanks under the ecstasy.

Chapter 29 – Hunter

Lottie’s smell and taste are driving me insane. I know I said I wouldn’t knot her, but that’s all I can think about doing at this moment. Once I get inside her, it’ll be damn near impossible not to, but I want the first time to be for our mate bond. It may sound ridiculous to some, but I’ve never knotted a female. Fucked, yes, but I never felt the overwhelming desire to thrust my knot inside her and lock us together.

It's not something reserved specifically for mate bonds; plenty of shifters knot when having sex. It’s pleasurable, so why wouldn’t they? I just never wanted to until now, until Lottie.

I take my time feasting on her, enjoying her squirms of pleasure and moans of ecstasy. When I sense her growing close to her peak, I slip a finger inside her and tease her clit with my tongue. Her breathing intensifies, and her thighs tighten around my ears.

“Oh, fuck Hunter. Yes, don’t stop. Oh my god, more,” she demands, and I give my Nightingale what she wants.

Curling my fingers inside her, I suck on her clit, and she comes apart around my tongue. Screaming out her orgasm as she convulses and quivers. I don’t stop my thrusting fingers until the last tiny shockwaves of her orgasm subside to quit mews of bliss.

Her taste is heavenly, and the smell of her heady release has my knot thickening and aching for release inside her. My body senses my mate and wants to release my cum inside her. The feeling is so overwhelming and strong that there’s no room for anything else in my mind and heart at the moment. I’m completely consumed with Lottie.

“Fuck. I was not expecting that,” she mutters breathlessly.

Crawling up her body, I wedge my hips between her thighs and rub the length of my cock through her wetness.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Kissing her, I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she moans against me. Her talented hands sliding around my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. My hips thrust of their own accord. I growl at the feel of her heat against me. It’s so fucking good it almost has me coming right then and there.

Lottie cants her hips matching my movement, shifting to line up her entrance with the head of my cock. She groans when it slips inside her. Her slick desire easing my entrance.

“More,” she whispers in a needy but demanding tone.

“Fuck. Lottie, easy baby. Slow down. You’re too tempting. All I want to do is rut into you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

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