Page 81 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
She melted under him as his hands roamed over her wet skin. His warm palms sent thrills through her. Then one of his hands landed on one of her breasts. He cupped the flesh before kneading it and rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple.
Slowly, he backed her up, never halting in his assault against her lips. The back of her thighs bumped into the mattress, but he didn’t stop pushing towards her. They toppled onto the bed.
Adorra gasped as Mathar landed on top of her, but he used his forearms to hold his weight off of her.
Trailing her fingers over his face, she whispered, “I’d like to see you naked.”
Mathar placed a kiss to her forehead. “Did I hear you wrong? I thought I was to be the barbarian, not you.” He teased her.
She shrugged. “What can I say? I know what I want, and I find it hard to resist getting it.”
“So be it, my lady.”
Mathar pushed up and away from the bed, and she watched on with eager eyes as his hands whipped off his shirt exposing a mass of muscle she’d never appreciated before. She licked her lips. Then his hands undid the ties of his pants. She bit the inside of her cheek. He bent over as he rolled his pants down his legs, but when he stood back up, she smiled.
She caught his chest puffing out. He had every right to be proud. He was well endowed and knew how to use it.
“Should I continue to be a barbarian?”
“Think you have it in you?” She spread her thighs in open invitation.
A growl ripped up his throat before he jumped her. His weight pressed her into the mattress. One of his hands palmed one of her wet breasts. The nipple instantly stiffened, eager and straining for the attention.
He sucked the eager tit into his mouth, and her back arched pushing her breast against his face. Her hands curled in the furs as pleasure rocked through her. Mathar reached for her hands, grabbed them, and forced them above her head. Then he pushed her thighs further apart with his knees.
His cock brushed up against the inside of her thigh, and she shifted her hips eagerly, wishing he would drive it home already. She could feel she was wet and ready. When it came to Mathar, she was always wet and ready. All he needed to do was send her a heated look, and her heart would skitter away in delight.
“You should hate me.” He panted against her flesh.
“I should.” She agreed. Her hands worked their way into his hair until she got a hold and pulled his hair and his head back. His head rose as his lips let go of her nipple with a wet pop.
“Yet here you are below me, panting.”
She let go of his head and ran her hands down his bronzed chest. “How has your skin been so sun-kissed up here under these clouds?”
“I spend every moment I can outside and away from these castle walls.”
Mathar thrust his hips against her, brushing his arousal against her thigh. “I’m going to make you burn for me.”
His deep-throated promise sent her mind reeling with anticipation. His cock pulsed against her soft inner thigh. He grabbed a hold of his cock with a hand and rubbed the tip of his cock against her nub, sending her senses reeling into oblivion.
He shifted her hips, helping his cock slip between her plump pussy lips, but he never drove it home.
Adorra growled in irritation. “I want you inside me.”
He continued to rub his cock against her, driving her insane, but not giving her the release she sought.
Catching him by surprise, she raised her hands, pressed them against his shoulders and rolled him over until she was on top. Then she grabbed a hold of his cock and slammed it into her hot sheath.
“Gods woman!” Mathar bellowed to the ceiling.
Adorra pumped herself up and down on his length. Perhaps she was the barbarian in this relationship, but he hadn’t been giving her what she wanted.
Mathar reached up and tweaked one of her nipples between his forefinger and his thumb, and his other hand gripped one of her buttocks in a tight hold. His fingers dug into her flesh, spurring her on.
“Bounce those breasts for me, Adorra.”
His hand abandoned her nipple and gripped her other buttock. He slammed her up and down, her breasts jiggling wildly.
