Page 22 of Married to Her Yeti
He freed an unsteady breath, his body trembling with anticipation. “Deal,” Nima groaned, adjusting Mari on his lap, so he didn’t come before they even started.
Mari let out a contented sigh, as if she’d removed a self-imposed barrier. “Then take me to bed, Nima.”
An unbidden growl worked its way up Nima’s chest, and he loved the way Mari’s eyes lit in response. The air left the room as he gently lowered his mouth to hers. Her smooth, plush, luscious lips—exactly as he remembered them—parted under his. His body came alive with the kiss, tingling with awareness and anticipation, as they moved together in a slow and familiar yet tantalizing dance of lips and tongue.
Yes, this felt right.Fucking right. Nima stood to carry Mari back to her room, to her bed.
Mari couldn’t help runningher tongue over her swollen lips. Nima had kissed her. And she’d kissed him back. It had been slow and deliberate. Familiar like old worn jeans that fit just right. But also new and thrilling after ten years.
Mari flashed back to lazy afternoons spent making out, dizzy with lust in the arms of her yeti. Such a satisfying way to spend a cold, dark winter day.
She dropped her towel on the bathroom floor as Nima stood with her in his arms. Time seemed to slow, and all her senses heightened as he carried her toward her bedroom.
Nima’s silky fur tickled her bare skin. His chest and arm muscles flexed against her with each step, a reminder of his strength and power. She’d forgotten how petite she felt in his massive arms. His cornflower-blue skin set off aqua eyes, which glowed with passion as he gazed down at her, warming her from the inside out. Despite everything, Nima was still the same kind yeti Mari had always loved. But he oozed a new, sexy-as-hell self-assurance that made her pulse jump.
She couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek against hischest fur as she inhaled deeply. His earthy scent both calmed and excited her. No one had ever felt as right as Nima, and tonight she was ready to surrender to her urges—within the boundaries she’d set for herself. She had goals and would start over when she reopened the bakery. But she could do that and give in to her urges with Nima tonight.
He gently set her on her bed, propping her up with a stack of pillows. “What’s most comfortable for you? We need to be mindful of your ribs and ankle.”
Fucking injuries.She imagined all the energetic sex she wanted to have, including, and not limited to, climbing onto and riding her yeti as he thrust beneath her; him taking her from behind, rutting into her; or her big, powerful yeti pinning her against the wall. Maybe if she put the air cast on?
Mari frowned as another realization dawned. “Nima, I don’t have any condoms that will fit you.”
To her surprise, he grinned. “We don’t need to do anything requiring condoms for me to make you see stars.” He knelt on the bed, his damn pants still on, and bent to press a soft kiss to the side of her breast. Her breath caught, and her nipple contracted into a stiff peak, which seemed to make him smile wider.
His fingertips followed thekisses, then he palmed her breast, calluses grazing her sensitive skin. “I’ve got my hands,” he said, with a wicked grin. “And my mouth.” He sucked her nipple between his lips and worked her with his tongue before slowly scraping large, carnivorous teeth along her tight bud. Toe-curling pleasure flooded her body.
Mari whimpered, and Nima raised an eyebrow, large canines slipping over his lip before he asked, “You still like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped, holding his head in place as he offered her other breast the same intense treatment.
He trailed his fingers lower, pressing his palm against her sex. “Also,” he said, “we have your toy.”
Mari’s lips parted. She’d never considered a partner using the yeti-like dildoon her.
What she really wanted was Nima’s whole body over, under, or behind her.Hishard length inside her.
If she were being honest, she’d bought the toy as a proxy for Nima. Using it with another person wouldn’t have seemed right. But using itwithNima? Her lower belly tightened, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
“Okay,” she agreed. “It’s in my top drawer, next to the lube.” She told Nima how to wash it, since it had been on the floor. Twice. When he returnedfrom the bathroom, clean dildo in hand, she shared, “I’ve never used a toy with anyone else.”
He set Big Blue and the lube on the bed next to her. He ran a reassuring hand down her leg. “It’s my first time, too.”
A fleeting question ran through Mari’s head. How many people had Nima been with in the last ten years? She would never ask—it was none of her business. Besides, did she really want to know? Hell no. Her own love life had been lackluster—thus, her quick detonation in the closet with Nima. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone,” she confided.
His hand stilled. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her. “We can go at any speed that’s right for you.”
Mari nodded up at him. “I appreciate that,” she said, then eyed the bulge in his pants. “You’ve been tempting me since you ground against me in the closet.” She licked her lips. “I want to see you. I want you naked, too.”
Nima growled, and a moment later, the massive cobalt dick she remembered so well was peeking above the top of his sexy, gray boxers. It sprang free as he shucked them off. His heated gaze bore into her as he ran a hand up his shaft. “See what youdo to me?” he asked, stroking himself and groaning. “See how hard you make me?”
Fuck, his words hit her with a fresh wave of need. She lifted her hand to her breast and squeezed as she watched his blue fingers, tipped with trim but ominous-looking black claws, work his thick, pulsing length. Nima’s body was magnificent. Gleaming white fur glinted in the soft light of her bedside lamp. The dusky blue of his skin beneath created an almost iridescent effect. Muscles bunched and flexed while he ran his hand from the root of his oversized cock at his furry, white sheath, to his dark-blue crown, now beaded with precum. Mari wanted to lap up that pearl with her tongue.
She hungered for Nima. Her body shook with unmet desire. She slid her fingers between her legs, but her own touch didn’t satisfy, not like Nima’s would. “I need you,” she rasped.
Nima’s chest rumbled as he crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb her injured ankle. Her growly, fierce yeti looming over her took her breath away. He kissed from her knee to her thigh on her good leg. “You need me here?” he asked as he made his slow ascent to where she wanted him most.
“Higher,” she moaned as she stroked herself. “You know where I want you.”
