Page 13 of Pleasured By the Panther
Then Korrath’s big hands roamed lower…kneading her back…then her ass… her thighs… her calves…even her feet. Every soft but firm touch unraveled her further.
But when he replenished the oil and slid his hands beneath the table to cup her breasts, she jerked.
Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, frowning up at him.
“Massing you everywhere, lovely one.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Did we not agree that I would touch you exactly as I wanted you for our short time together?”
Miranda wasn’t sure she remembered making such a bargain, but to tell the truth, his big hands felt amazing on her sensitive peaks. And hadn’t she decided to have some fun? Maybe this could be her own personal sexual adventure—How Miranda Got Her Groove Back.
“All right,” she said at last. “Go ahead.”
“You honor me with your trust.”
He cupped her breast again, tugging gently at her nipples, rolling them with oil-slick fingers until they stiffened into aching peaks. Pleasure tingled through her chest, shocking and exquisite, and seemed to pool between her thighs.
“Ohh,” she moaned before she could stop herself. “God, that feels good.”
“That’s right,” Korrath purred, clearly pleased. “Moan for me. I love to hear your sounds, lovely one. Let me know you’re enjoying yourself.”
Miranda didn’t know what to say, but her body answered for her, arching helplessly against his touch as he tugged her sensitive peaks. God, could you come just from having your nipples played with? She was definitely going to find out if he kept this up.
But the big Monstrum chose that moment to stop, much to her frustration.
“It’s time to turn over,” he rumbled, “I must do your front.”
Miranda obeyed, her stomach fluttering nervously as she bared herself fully to his gaze. Somehow lying naked on a table made her feel much more vulnerable than standing naked had.
Korrath didn’t hesitate—his hands glided over her breasts again, oil-slick and masterful, teasing her nipples until she gasped. Then he moved lower, his palms sliding over her sides…her belly…her thighs…
But when his palms slid to her inner thighs, she tensed.
“Um…I don’t know about this.”
But the big Monstrum wasn’t giving up.
“Open for me, Miranda,” he murmured, catching her eyes. “I want only to bring you pleasure. Open and let me touch you.”
Should she? Before Miranda could fully consider the question or even begin to find an answer, her muscles betrayed her. Her thighs drifted apart, opening to his gaze.
Korrath’s emerald eyes went half-lidded again.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Such a good girl to open for me and let me see your soft little pussy.”
Her whole body jolted with heat at the words. God, who knew that being called a “good girl” could turn her on so much? But it wasn’t just the words—it was his dark, velvety tone…the purr in his voice that seemed to vibrate through her whole body. And it was the look in his eyes that told her she was beautiful.
“Let me massage the most delicate part of you,” Korrath murmured. “Just relax, lovely one, and let me pleasure you.”
As he spoke, his hands stroked along her inner thighs, right up to the outer lips of her pussy, spreading the slick oil, making her gasp.
Miranda felt her hips rise instinctively, her breath catching as he stroked over her with his velvet touch. Oh God, it felt incredible!
But it was about to get better.
“Are you ready to let me give you an inner massage now?” he purred softly.
She bit her lip.
“An inner massage? What…what does that mean?”
