Moonstone

wild mating

Sanem

Our lips crashed together as forcefully as the thunder that clapped above our heads.

It was a stormy kiss, passionate, full of hunger and pent up lust, and a need so deep it seemed to have no end. We couldn't get close enough, hands grasping, tongues tangling together. His hands molded around my head to hold me steady for his hungry lips. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes shone with a mixture of hope, relief, and love. So much love.

"Tell me again," he demanded in a rough voice.

"I love you," I said in a shaking voice and the boulder of irrational fear that had been holding me back gave way, and all the love that had been confined behind it spilled out in a torrent that drowned us both. I knew he felt the emotional storm as I felt it. I tasted a mix of salty tears and rainwater as we kissed again, our lips anchoring us to each other. I clutched his shirt and pulled it up, running my hands over his wet back, his skin hot under my roaming hands. He pressed me up against a tree trunk, the rain was now a torrential downpour.

"We're going to drown," I half-laughed half sobbed between kisses.

"Let's go inside," I thought he said. His voice had gone wolf deep.

I gasped when his tongue traced my ear. He stopped and glanced up when the tree branches began to shift until the canopy braided itself to form a shelter over us.

"No. Now," I demanded and his hands immediately swept up my thighs lifting my sodden skirt. In a split second my underwear was swept off me, he fell to his knees and hitched my leg over his shoulder. I moaned when he licked me, feeling the orgasm building immediately. I gripped his hair and whispered, "I'm so close."

He made a hungry sound and without warning his tongue was inside me, his thumb drawing maddening circles on my clit. I came in a soundless scream, my body shuddering in an intense release.

He pressed hungry kisses to my thigh, I moved my leg off his shoulder. "Please, I need you."

He came to his feet and pushed my lips open with his. His hands caressing and molding my breasts. My clumsy fingers wrestled with his wet pants until finally, he spilled out hard and magnificent into my hands. I gripped him and he groaned into my mouth. After a few strokes, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his lean hips. I held onto his wide shoulders, rubbing myself against him, he responded by pressing me back against the tree and penetrating me slowly. We both made similar sounds of relief when he was finally seated inside me. One big arm banded around my shoulders to protect me from the rough bark, and the other held my hips tightly against his. He began to move in short sharp strokes. Blissful, melting heat shot through my body. One kiss deepened into another and we only came apart to come up for breath. My hands roamed over his wet skin, my nails scraping his back, spilling my cries into his mouth. I could not move, only take his measured strokes and despite the cold, I was on fire, burning from the inside out. His tempo increased and his thrusts became harder.

His lips lifted from mine. "Come with me, baby," he rasped as his movements became more frantic. I felt my climax begin slowly like an avalanche that built-in strength as it swept down over my body.

"I love you, Can," I whispered against his lips right before I was consumed by the pleasure. The power of my words brought him over the edge. His teeth scraped over my throat and he poured himself into me, pulsing and shuddering endlessly inside me. I felt his pleasure alongside my own, the storm swallowing my cries. Our lips fused again while we shivered in the aftermath. His lips gentled and moved sweetly, lovingly over mine.

"I love you," I whispered again. It was a confession, an apology, and a declaration. I flexed my inner muscles holding him inside me as long as possible. He made a surprised choked sound and I felt his warmth surge inside me once again.