He rolls my hips to the side and slaps my ass. It's a hard, commanding slap and it goes straight to my core. My pussy clenches and a shaky mewl slips out of my mouth.
His grin widens. "Oh baby, I've imagined claiming you again for a thousand nights, but I never pictured it this way."
I lick my lips. My ass tingles where he smacked me and the pulse in my clit takes all my attention. "Why not?"
He lets out a harsh curse and smacks me again, twice, then returns me to my back and works open the button on my shorts. "Need this pussy," he growls. "Gotta taste."
I'm unbelievably wet by the time he gets my shorts down. He's still dressed, and I'm fully bared to him, which only makes me hotter. I slide my legs wide as he kisses down my shuddering belly. He flicks my belly button with his tongue, then licks his way lower. Hooking his hands under my knees, he spreads me wide.
"Is all this for me, baby?" he asks before tracing my inner lips with his tongue.
I jerk against him, but he holds my pelvis down, getting on with business.
And he definitely means business.
I haven't forgotten Nash's skill in bed, but after such a long drought, it's even more devastating. Every flick of his tongue has me moaning. My wrists are bound together with the bra, but it's not attached to anything so I bring my hands down to grip his head. He doesn't have enough hair to pull, but I push him down, lift my pelvis to rub up.
He toys with my outer lips, nipping me.
I moan and writhe, needing more.
He sucks my clit, then works two fingers inside me.
I start coming almost immediately, he finger-fucks me roughly, pounding his knuckles to get deeper while his tongue flicks rapidly over my most sensitive nerve-bundle.
"Nash!"
"Aw, that's it, baby. Come for me. I need to see you come."
"Yes, yes!" I scream, my pussy squeezing and releasing as the storm passes through me.
He slows the movements of his fingers until it becomes a slow undulation, then a possessive cupping of my mons. He rises over me and kisses me hard, my scent on his lips.
He works the bra off my wrists while he kisses me, but then surprises me by flipping me to my belly and binding my wrists behind my back.
Oh goodie.
I've never had sex like this. Never playful. Never kinky. Nash was already the epitome of masculine attractiveness to me, but this? This is like sex in another dimension. It's every fantasy and desire I've had plus all those I never dared dream rolled up into one.
"Since you're having a hard time with your hands, I'll have to give you a little more help." Nash's breath is short, like he's already panting for release.
He's already brought me to orgasm twice-he must have balls the color of blueberries.
"And I think you liked having your ass smacked, didn't you, baby?"
I tense for more spanking, but it doesn't come. I realize he's waiting for my reply.
"Yes," I admit.
"Yes, sir, is usually how this works." There's a chuckle in his voice.
I'm getting swoony just over the fact that he knows how this works. Whatever this is.
"Yes, sir." My voice is so husky I don't recognize it.
He lifts my hips until my knees slide up under me, so I'm resting on my upper body with my ass in the air. "Mmm, now that's a beautiful sight." He slaps my ass a couple times. I want more, but he reaches for the condom. I hear the crinkle of the packet and then he's there, pressing at my entrance.
"Yes." I utter the word like his cock is my salvation. Maybe it is. I want him so badly. Want the sensation of him filling me. Claiming me. Using me.
He groans as he pushes in, his large cock angled perfectly to seat deeply. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in. He doesn't move. I feel his thighs shake against mine, the pulse of his thick manhood inside me.
"Fuck, Denali. Fuck. You feel so good. Better than I remembered. Better than anything." He's babbling. Offering his words up to the Gods of Sex. Of lions and lionesses.
Finally, he moves. Out and then in. He slams home like he couldn't stand the half second of retreat. "Baby, I'm losing my mind already."
Who am I to complain? He already got me off twice. But I start giving orders. "Fuck me, Nash. I need it harder."
He curses and jackhammers into me, stuffing me so full of his cock I lose my mind, too. Slap-slap-slap. His loins smack against my ass, his balls catch my clit. He drives deeper and harder and faster.
My eyes roll back in my head, my teeth chatter.
His roar bounces off the walls. I scream. We both come in a monumental orgasm.
Before I can recover, he's freed my hands from the bra and he pushes me to my belly. His fingers lace over the top of mine as he fucks me slowly, taking his time now, like he's savoring the feel of me. Or he doesn't want it to end.
Hell, I don't either.
My mind is beyond blown. I'm still orbiting the moon.
Nash's mouth finds my neck. He bites and kisses and sucks. Traces the place where he marked me.
My pussy squeezes his cock. My lioness purrs.
Nash releases one of my hands and works his under my hips. Still rocking in and out of me, he lazily rubs my clit. I'm not ready to orgasm again. I'm too relaxed. Too replete.
Nash isn't in a hurry. It's just pleasure for the sake of pleasure now. No rushing to a finish line. Just two bodies communing. Two animals purring.
My mind wants to race around this problem. Figure out what to do with Nash when we're done. How to side-step our connection. But my lioness won't let my mind follow any thread of thought. It's only the rightness of Nash moving inside me, the glory of his touch, his scent.