Page 7 of Infiltration

He ended the kiss when he was ready, then crouched next to her, his wicked smile teasing her for her gyrations.

“Please, touch me,” she panted.

“I am touching you.”

“Yuder! You know what I mean.”

“Your pussy? Your hot, wet pussy? Is that where you wish to be touched?”

A warning went off in the back of her mind at his devious tone, but lust pushed to the fore to answer for her. “Yes! I want your fingers on my pussy. On my clit.Inme.”

“Well, if you insist, my love.”

The feather-light sensation of a finger on the tip of her clit brought a surge of violent passion. It was gone in an instant, and she gasped. “Please, Yuder.”

“All right.” Another barely-there second of contact was hers.

“Don’t tease,” she groaned. “Of all nights, don’t play like this.”

“You wouldn’t have me rush this after three years, would you?” He affected surprise as his finger drew slow, tantalizing circles around her clit, refusing to touch it any longer. “Our reunion must be a slow, measured affair, to be drawn out for our greatest satisfaction.”

“You beast. You bit me just to drive me crazy.”

His smile was the height of sensual cruelty. “I’ve planned my first chance to make love to you since the first night I lay alone in my cell. Seeing you desperate for me has been the fantasy that sustained me during those lonely months. Yes, I bit you so you’d be as eager as possible, so I could hear you beg me to fulfill you again and again.”

He kissed her gently to soften the harsh words. He continued to draw circles around her clit, and she squirmed, seeking his touch.

Instead, he traced her slit. A single finger entered her, pumped once, and pulled free. He returned to circling her clit, then repeated the same path. He kissed his way to her breasts as he teased. Her wails for more merely succeeded in gaining the lightest of touches at the tip of where she wanted him to rub her to orgasm.

He’d said he wanted her to beg. Her entreaties filled the air, but it seemed he’d never grant her relief…until he did.

Those deliciously calloused fingers abruptly rubbed her clit in demand. He left off sucking her breasts to watch her face as excitement rushed through her. She was aware of his dark eyes cataloguing her expressions while rapture billowed huge, as it reached the breaking point, as blinding white eclipsed the predatory features hovering above her.

Violent bliss took her. Waves of brutal pleasure heaved from head to toe. Tara was lost in the ecstasy only Yuder was able to grant.

Elation slowed by degrees, each pulse sweet despite the diminishing strength. Her eyes had closed, the better to concentrate on every instant of perfect delight.

“You aren’t done.”

Her lover’s threat quickened her breath, but she had little opportunity to prepare. He plunged two…no, three fingers in her and found the sensitive spot inside at once. His thumb rubbed her engorged clit with ruthless insistence. Passion spiked anew, and her eyes flew open to meet his determined gaze. She abruptly teetered on the verge of climax.

“Oh!” was the only thing she was able to say. Renewed orgasm filled her with starlight. She thought she might have screamed in the grip of shattering thrills, but she wasn’t sure.

“Again,” he growled when she could hear and see. He moved too quickly to be fathomed. One instant he hovered over her, the next his mouth had latched onto her spasming pussy. His tongue dove in, his upper lip rubbed her clit, and she detonated.

She was lost in the endless tumult, emerging between crests for flashes of her fingers twined in his long, silver hair; of her feet kicking the air, of the sensation of his wet fingers filling and stretching the taut entrance to her ass. He fed on her like a starved man, as if he’d never get his fill.

Tara was just coming down from the latest high…she’d lost count…when Yuder reared up and yanked his trousers to his knees. A pair of slick, gleaming cocks sprang into view, thick and ready.

They were so big, and it had been years. The venom had worn off, and a tremor ran through Tara.

Yuder’s primal expression eased. He gazed at her as he leaned close, his face inches from hers. “Have I ever harmed you, my love?”

“Never.” Anxiety notched down enough to add an exciting edge to desire.

“I never will.”

His kiss was tender, as if he didn’t tremble from raging lust. Tara tasted herself on him, fascinated at how his and her flavor mingled. It was perfect, a testament to how they were meant to be together, in every way possible.

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