HOT TAMALE

"Betsy, darling," Roarke begged, "let me love you."

"No," she breathed when she finally freed his clothing. "Let me love you. There was a time they were holding me captive when I almost didn't believe I'd ever get to do this. I want to enjoy every minute."

She buried her face against the heated skin of his groin and rubbed her nose and mouth back and forth, feeling the contrast between the hot, smooth steel of his cock and the soft, springy bed of hair. He was like a lion, full of pride and strength, and she was his mate. She wanted to show him with everything in her that she was ready for him.

So she loved him using her hands and her mouth, tracing the length of his cock and the breadth of his balls. She had learned him well over their months together and knew just when he was getting close to his release, so she stopped just before leading him over the edge. Instead of being impatient, it was as if Roarke, too, wanted to string out their loving as long as possible.

When she finally rested on her haunches and looked up at him, she could see how wet his penis was with a combination of her saliva and his pre-come. What made her gasp was the predatory look stamped on his face.

"Having fun, darling?"

"Honestly, yes," she answered on a laugh. "Would you like to join me?"

Roarke moved before the sentence was complete. "Absolutely." He pulled the gown off her and pushed her until she was flat on her back. He spread her legs and just looked at her for a moment.

"You are so gorgeous," he said as he brushed his fingers over the curls covering her mound. When he felt the evidence of her desire that was weeping steadily past her lips, his smile was brilliant. He could tell she was ready and desperate for his penetration.

"I swear I love your heat," he whispered, content to just massage her with his fingers, slippery from her juices. "Sometimes, when I'm alone at night in my bed, I close my eyes and can almost feel you on my fingers and my tongue. Hot, utterly delicious. My Betsy."

Betsy shivered, but not from any cold or medical problem. Her only problem was a driving need to have him come inside her. When two of his fingers slipped past her lips and drummed against her hard, growing clit she moaned in delight. She wanted more. She needed to feel his hard rod pushed in her to the hilt, but perhaps this would hold her until he was ready. Especially if he touched her throbbing clit again. As if reading her mind, his fingers plucked her like she was a violin. Her reaction was a noise that started deep in her throat and rushed out on a moan.

"That's it, my darling, come for me," he whispered. "Let me feel your dew coating my hand. Don't hold anything back."

Betsy shook her head, feeling the words fighting their way out over the labored breaths struggling to work their way from her lungs. "No. Want you inside me," she was finally able to gasp.

He smiled and moved to kiss her. She felt his fingers slip out of her and they were immediately replaced with his strong, hot cock. They both sighed when he was buried as deep as possible inside her. She could feel his trembling underneath her fingers and where her pussy walls clenched him. Betsy closed her eyes against the wave of desire and love she felt rolling over her.

When he began thrusting slowly, Betsy savored every rasp and thrill of his body against hers. She knew it would have taken only one mistake and she wouldn't have been alive today to enjoy this or to be with him.

Soon, though, there was no room in her mind or heart for fear about what might have been. The thrust and parry of their bodies separating and merging in a mating transcended any she had ever known. When she finally reached her release, she looked in his eyes and knew he had touched her soul. No matter what, she would never be the same.

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