Page 12 of Opposites Attract

I tore my lips away, breathless. “In a female’s nest?”

“Never wanted to before,” he rumbled, capturing my lips again in a toe-curling kiss.

And he’ll never be in another’s.

“Mine,”my whole body was screaming as John’s massive frame filled my sacred space.

I didn’t have time to worry or think. Every inch of my being was craving the feel of his skin against mine. It was the only thing that mattered. Getting him as close and deep as possible so I could soothe this aching pull that demanded I take him inside of me. Now.

We were a fumbling mess of hands pushing clothes and bumped teeth and moving parts. Later, I’d replay this. Slow it down and make it last. Once I scratched the itch, it’d be easier. It wouldn’t always be this frantic. I’d be able to stop kissing him. To regain control.

John broke the kiss long enough to lay me on the soft blanketed floor pad. He hovered above me with his massive shoulders glowing in the candle light. I panted, shimmying my underwear off and grabbing his thick cock in my hand between us. He groaned as he pressed his lips to the base of my throat. I explored his length with my fingers. He kissed his way down my chest, unhooking my bra, while I stroked.

Oh Goddess, yes.

The size of this was going to be fun.

“Is that…” John’s breath fanned across my breast as he pulled his mouth and my bra away. My nipples tightened in the sudden chill. His eyes gleamed in the amber light as he took in the sight of my piercings. “Nipple rings?”

Technically they were bars.

“You can play with them.” I nodded, still breathless and trying to move so I could line up his cock where I wanted it posed at my soaking wet entrance.

John’s moan was primal, guttural, as his dick pulsed under my fingers and his teeth skimmed the bar on my nipple.

White hot pleasure shot through me and I rubbed his tip against my clit.

“Is that pierced too?” He slid his hand between us as he moved his mouth to my other breast.

“It’s too sensitive.” I moaned as he pulled my hand away, replacing the head of his cock with his thumb.

I cried out as he ran his tongue over the bar and then dragged his teeth in little nips along my breast, all while rubbing my clit.

“Fuck,” he drawled. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Too much talk, not enough action.” I rocked my hips forward with a demanding thrust.

“As you command.” John met my force with the pressure of his cock, slowly entering as he gazed down at me with reverence in his eyes.

It was too much. Too intense.

I stretched and burned and clawed at his back, needing more as he bottomed out.

“I know.” He pulled out a bit, reading my thoughts like he was waiting in my head. That should’ve terrified me more than it did.

But I was already so close. Right there on the edge. A few more strokes and I’d tip over. All I needed was to come down, then I’d draw the barriers back up. Just as soon as he filled this ache.

“Harder.”

“Yes ma’am.” He set a brutal pace.

I matched it, losing myself in the frenzy.

We climbed fast together and crashed hard together, clawing and screaming as my orgasm milked his along with mine. His teeth sank into my shoulder. He growled my name possessively, claiming. Pain and pleasure burned through me. The intensity of our blood mixing with the rush of the climax still pulsing through my bones was my final clue that I was screwed. Nothing would ever hit like this. It was vicious and all-consuming. His knot was too thick to escape, stretching me wide open and locking us in place.

The candles burned brighter as a fuzzy golden glow surrounded my bliss, floating me back down to the soft carpet and enhancing the heady sensation of his masculine heaviness pressed down on top of me.

A blanket of safety cocooned us as warmth settled and my chest cracked wide open, begging to be filled again. I didn’t understand.