Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Love [Wolves of West Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

He pulled her close with his free arm around her, lowered his head, and savored the last of the whipped cream left on her lips. “You missed some.”

Releasing her, he finished his cherry pie but left some whipped cream on the side. She’d finished her pie as well. He took her plate and set both plates on the coffee table. He knew she was still upset and wanted to help her by losing herself in making love.

“Want to experiment and see how far we can spread the last of the whipped cream?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

She chuckled. “Sounds intriguing.”

He offered her the plate of whipped cream. She dipped her finger in it and slowly spread it over his mouth. When she leaned up to lick it off, he kissed her.

“Now you’ve done it,” she protested, laughing. “We’ll have to clean each other up.”

“I guess we will.” He smiled at her.

She chuckled and drew close again. As they licked at the cream on each other’s faces, she didn’t seem to notice when he loosened her bathrobe tie. When she drew away, he gathered another fingerful of cream.

“I wonder how this would taste on your pretty pink tits?”

While she waited, speechless, he parted the edges of her robe and placed the dollop of whipped cream on one turgid nipple.

“Would you like me to clean that up?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding breathless. “I think I would.”

He leaned down and rubbed his lips over her whipped-cream-covered tit. He licked up the cream that smeared over her breast. He heard her gasp as he licked her nipple and drew it into his mouth.

“Derek! That feels wonderful.” She arched her back.

He gave equal attention to her other breast and trailed his tongue down her torso. “I think this little nubbin needs some whipped cream.”

“Derek!”

“Stretch out on the cushions, hon, so I can do this right.”

He knelt on the floor as she lowered her head to the pillow at the end of the sofa, and he lifted her legs onto the cushions.

Before Kelly could blink, he’d taken more whipped cream and spread it between her labia so the cool cream covered her sensitive clit. He lowered his head, and she tensed, waiting for his touch.

He didn’t disappoint her but lapped at her clit and folds. She’d never experienced anything so titillating and decadent before.

“I think we need a little more whipped cream farther down. But it’s a little hard to reach, hon. Spread your thighs and open for me, babe.”

Oh, God. She was already aching and swollen from his touches. Her fluids already pooled at her opening.

“Just a little more, sweet.”

She couldn’t spread her legs any wider without bending her knees. Anxious for his touch, she raised her knees and spread her thighs wide. He caressed her opening with a finger covered in whipped cream.

“Perfect,” he growled softly.

She watched him as he lowered his head. At the first lick of his tongue across her sensitive opening, her body jerked, her hips rising off the cushion. “Oh, God. Derek.”

He growled softly again as he cupped her hips in his big, warm hands and lapped at her. “There’s a little more right here.” He speared his tongue inside her pussy.

“Oh!” she cried. “Derek, I need you.” She held her arms out to wrap around him while he stood and removed his robe.

“Just a minute, hon. Let me get a condom.” He unwrapped one that he took from the pocket of his robe and quickly rolled it on his stiffened cock.

She positioned her legs to give him room between her thighs. He lowered his body down carefully, settled his cock at her opening, and sank slowly inside her pussy. “Oh, that feels good.” She undulated her hips, taking him deeper.

“You feel incredible,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.

She knew he was as affected by their joining as she was. As he slid in and out, over and over, she gripped his butt cheeks hard in both hands and ground her pussy against him.

He reached between their bellies and circled her clit, around and around, as they gazed into the heated depths of each other’s eyes. Then he lowered his head and closed his teeth over her nipple, gently squeezing.

“Derek!” she cried out as her climax slammed through her.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned just as his climax arched his body, his cock pumping, until he collapsed on top of her. Their contractions ebbed.

Kelly relished his weight and continued to hold him, her arms and legs cocooning him.

“God, I wish we could stay like this all night,” he groaned.
       

“Me too,” she agreed.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m too heavy for you.”

“No. You feel good.”

After a little bit, he rose and untangled their bodies. He stood. “I’ll be right back.”

He headed for the bathroom and Kelly stayed stretched out on the sofa. Feeling completely lethargic and content, she gazed at the stars and wondered where her relationship with Derek would take her. Was there a permanent place for her in his life?

What would he do if this led to a pack-law test of their relationship?

She didn’t want to think about that now. Tonight, and for as long as possible, she only wanted to enjoy being with Derek.

He returned with a wet washcloth. “I thought you might want to wipe away any residue of the whipped cream.”

She was still reclining on the sofa, her bathrobe open. “Good idea,” she said, and held up a hand for the cloth.

“Let me. I can do it for you.”

“Okay.” She’d never had a man wash her before.

He stroked the soft cloth over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled again, her breasts turning pink from being rubbed.

He moved down her body. “Spread your legs for me.”

She did, and he wiped every surface carefully and gently. She was squirming beneath his touch again before he finished. “Derek,” she panted.

“Maybe we ought to take this to the shower. What do you think? I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine.” He smiled at her.

“Sounds great. Lead the way.”

He helped her to her feet and brushed a kiss across her lips before taking her hand and heading for the bedroom and into the bathroom.

After he turned on the shower, he helped her out of her robe and hung it on a hook. He placed his robe next to hers.

There was a stack of clean white towels in the large basket outside the shower. The small basket on the white marble counter held clean white washcloths and packages of soap bars with a delicate fragrance of citrus. She’d have to check out some of the perfume in the silver tray on the other side of the counter. The tray held beautiful bottles of perfumes and colognes for both men and women.

At the opposite end of the room stood an antique chest of drawers. A hand mirror rested in the center on top with a matching hairbrush and comb. That could be useful in the morning. A small mirror with an ornate frame stood next to the grooming set. Someone took good care of this house and saw that the guests would have everything they needed. She wouldn’t mind trying out the whirlpool tub next to the chest of drawers. The glass tiles that filled the window above it would give her privacy.

Derek stepped into the shower before she did. “The water’s just right. Come on in.” He grinned at her.

She stepped into the shower with him. The spray of water felt like a massage. “That feels wonderful.”

He took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face away from him.

She waited, listening to him lather his hands with the soap.

His hands swept over her shoulders and glided down to the small of her back. “How’s that feel?”

“Fabulous,” she sighed. His hands cupped her butt cheeks, his fingers sliding deep to her thighs and skimming up her crack. She shivered at the sensation.

“You like that?” he rasped.

“Yes.”

He lathered his hands again and stepped closer to her until she could feel his hard cock press against the small of her back.

His hands swept around her waist and up her ribs. He cupped and kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

A sharp moan escaped her as aching heat swelled her labia. She rested her head against his chest. He continued to caress her and smoothed his hands slowly down her midriff, circled her belly button and dipped inside, and stroked over her mound to her pussy.

She reached up with one hand to curl her fingers around the back of his neck for balance. His other arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her. “You all right, babe?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

His questing fingers delved deep through her swollen labia to her clit. He stroked, making her utter another moan of tense pleasure. He caressed her opening and pushed one finger inside her channel.

“Derek,” she pleaded, almost there, anxious for more.

“Brace your hands against the wall,” he directed.

She did so, and he released her waist. “What are you doing?” She needed him inside her.

“Hold on.”

She heard the sound of a plastic top opening on a tube of something. “What’s that?” She couldn’t imagine what he was planning.

“Lubricant. Almost ready. Stay right like you are.”

His long fingers parted her butt cheeks and he wiped a cool liquid over her asshole. “Derek!” It was a shockingly surprising sensation. His finger circled over and over. “What are you going to do?” She’d never had anal sex before, or experienced the kind of sensation his fingers created. She braced for whatever he intended to do, trusting him not to hurt her.

“Did you like that?” His voice was a soft rasp.

“Yes,” she said.

His fingers slid further along her slit, and it felt like two fingers pushed inside her pussy. He swirled his fingers, going deeper.

“Oh, God. Derek.” She held her breath, completely in his control, desperate for him to give her the climax she craved.

“Hon, I think we better dry off and get in bed.”

“Why?” She was so close.

“I want to take this to that comfortable bed.” He wiped a washcloth between her butt cheeks before she could move.

He turned off the water and grabbed fresh bathrobes.

Kelly’s whole body seemed to hum with heightened sensitivity. Her breasts and pussy were swollen, her nipples firm. He helped her into a fresh bathrobe. She pulled it around her, snuggling in the velvety feel of the terry cloth. He swept her into his arms.

“Derek!”

“I want to be inside you, hon.” He lowered her to the satin sheets on the bed. Parting her bathrobe, he helped her shrug out of it. He dropped his robe on the floor beside hers.

She was damp and wet in places where the robe hadn’t touched.

He eased onto the bed and knelt with his knees on either side of hers. Leaning down, he lapped the moisture in the valley between her breasts. She wanted him sliding in and out of her. He was making her wait. She reached to stroke his hard cock, trailing her fingers from the base to the head. His swift intake of breath told her she’d given him intense pleasure. She reached for his sac and he grabbed her wrist.