Page 115 of Campfires & Canines
Slate kisses like he loves, thoroughly, sometimes rough and urgent, sometimes soft and slow. I want to live in this moment forever.
I trail my hand downwards, across his abs and lower. His relaxed body goes taut. I skate my hands back up, admiring the lines of his muscles.
My leg is tossed over his and it's all too easy to slide over him until I'm straddling him. He's hard again.
"I want to claim you too," I declare before I lose my nerve. My stomach flips waiting on his response.
A soft smile curves his mouth. I'm taken aback again by how his features go from handsome and broody to ridiculously gorgeous.
"What do I do?" I ask, shaky. He sits up and I'm across his lap.
"When it feels right, you just bite," he explains, although it's not exactly helpful.
"Um, feels like what?" I press, a blush warming my cheeks.
He pauses, absently tracing from my ribs over my stomach to my thighs with his fingers. "I guess it feels possessive and like you would cease to exist if you didn't. It’s instinct."
“Alright, I can try.” He watches me warily as if he thinks I'm about to lunge and bite him any second. Giggling nervously, I reach up to frame his jaw with both hands. We kiss sweetly, but I grind down onto his cock to get the message across.
“Do you really want to do this?” he murmurs. I answer by running my tongue up the column of his throat, like he’s done to me so many times before. It’s like I’ve flipped a switch. He grabs my hips roughly and flips me onto my back.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” he murmurs, his mouth against my thigh. His hot breath against my chilled skin triggers a shiver down my spine. “You are so tempting.” He licks my inner thigh, making me squirm. “You make me lose my mind,” he growls before running his tongue up my core and swirling it around my nub. My hips buck, stars exploding behind my eyes, and he has to hold me downso he can continue.
“I could feel how much you enjoyed that through our bond,” he says. I can only moan in response. “I can feel how aroused you are.”
I’m going to climax from this man’s words alone. I suck in the cold air, my entire body on fire. My stomach clenches as he lowers his delectable mouth, now lavishing his attention at the apex of my thighs. One hand releases my hips so he can slide one finger in me, and then two. I grip the cotton of the sleeping bag, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I force my eyes open, my heart racing at his salacious grin. “I need to know what you like.” I gape at him. Those glowing green eyes watch me intently as his fingers curl, rubbing against the front of my inner wall. I moan, my back arching. “There it is,” he murmurs, repeating the motion. Without stopping, he lowers his mouth and resumes using his tongue in ways that make the rest of the world cease to exist.
He lets out a dark groan and withdraws, leaving me aching. “I’m going to come on our bedding from how much you’re enjoying this.” My stomach clenches at his words.
I let out a laugh. “I have a solution for that,” I say, reaching for him. He kisses me hard, and I push his shoulders until he lays back. I’m so slick, I line us up and sink onto him smoothly. Every sensation narrows to that exquisite stretch and ache. He’s watching me, heavy-lidded with a lazy smile.
Feeling like a goddess, I rock against him. His hands grip my waist and guide me as I roll my hips. Pressure builds, pushing out rational thought. He tugs my mouth down to his, folding me over him. Then he's driving up from beneath me and I’m holding on, my breathing ragged.
Urges rise up, and I run my tongue across his shoulder muscle, toying with the idea of marking him. Can I really do this?
Slate is close to finishing, a look of concentration sharpening his beautiful features. I watch, fascinated, as he slows, his expression softening as he comes. I can feel it through our bond, a surging pleasure. I curl over him, experiencing his pleasure, when my lips brush his skin. An overpowering instinct swells in me, and I sink my teeth into his muscle.
The claiming snaps into place, and the feel of his orgasm hits me in full, causing my own body to shatter. I cling to him, waves of euphoria overwhelming me. He shouts, my release hitting him just as his ends. Intense possession and love wash over me, shocking me as I come down.
I can taste his blood. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Baby, that was so hot," he says and I can feel his pride. It’s like our connection is turned up to max volume, incomprehensible and all-consuming.
“Fucknuggets, that was intense,” I gasp, collapsing down beside him.
“That’s one way to put it.” Laughing, he wraps his arms around me, and I nestle into him. We stay like that, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Slate brushes his fingers through my hair, staring at the ceiling of our tent. "Do you want to move into my family's cabin?" he asks, surprising me.
"Yeah?" I ask, trying to sense through our bond if he wants to or not. I only feel anticipation and satisfaction.
"We don't have to. I just thought, because it has a lot more room," he rambles.
"Really?" I laugh. "Tell me about this additional room."
He sighs, squeezing me tight. "Let’s see, it's got an actual kitchen, like with a dishwasher."
"Good start, I like dishwashers," I say, kissing the nearest skin I can reach, in this case, his collarbone. Honestly, I hadn’t noticed his kitchen lacked a dishwasher.
