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CHAPTER EIGHT: RUTTING MOON - PART ONE
God, the way Russ kissed her made Dawn dizzy. She gripped his arms, thick and strong, holding on to him, holding him to her. Parting her lips, her tongue touched his mouth, tasting him — like spice and man and something voraciously wild. She felt his hand at her waist grip her harder, the tips of his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt.
“Tell me how to touch you,” he said on a groan, slanting his lips against hers. “Tell me what you like.”
The way he said that, like she was something special, made her shiver in embarrassed arousal. She bit her lip, her teeth scraping over his mouth as well. “Just touch me.”
His hand slid higher up her side, dragging her shirt up with him, the feel of his skin on hers so fucking good it shocked her. “Where?” As he pulled her closer, she could feel the hard length of his sex jut beneath his jeans against her exposed belly.
She stretched against him, seeking his kiss again. “Anywhere.” Everywhere. Impatient, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to her. “Just touch me.”
On a groan, he crushed his mouth against her, like he couldn’t get close enough. Dragging her hands through his hair, her hooves skittered between his legs as she pressed as much of herself against as much of him as she could, curving his huge body over hers. His hands moved to glide over her back, arching her body into his. She whimpered as her breasts, trapped beneath the shirt his roving hands had pulled taut, rubbed over his chest.
He pulled back to look down at her, his amber eyes aflame. Heat flushed her cheeks as he stared at her nipples, clear and needy through the cotton. He wrenched his gaze up to her, the starved look on his face making her gasp. “Can I?”
She nodded, her throat too dry and tight to talk. Yet somehow longing sounds tripped off her tongue as his hands lifted the cotton over her breasts, revealing them like a curtain, before tossing her shirt to the side. For a moment, he just stared at her, taking her in. She held her breath and bit her lip. “Damn.” His voice was pure passion as his thumbs stroked the slight curves of her breasts. “So pretty.” Not letting her go, he dropped to his knees before her, surprising her as he bent her over him so he could press almost reverent lips between her breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He rubbed his face against the sensitive skin, teasing her with the rough rub of his stubbled cheeks.
Fuck. Her hands gripped his shoulders, needing something strong to ground her. “Russ, please.” She arched her back.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, Dawn felt her knees grow weak, wobbling, even as his sure hands held her up, held her close. Her nails dug in as his slick tongue teased her flesh, making her tail curve almost painfully up. She could feel the full flesh beneath flush with desire. She bit her lip against the clenching need flooding her pussy. “Russ.”
He sucked her deep, the suction on her breast devastating. Trailing kisses from one breast to the other, he murmured filthy, adoring words to her skin. How gorgeous she was. How tempting and sweet. How much he wanted her and for how long, making months sound like forever. He suckled her, caressed her, made her senseless with need. She writhed under his attention, squirming in his steady grasp. “Russ,” she panted, her voice a weak, wanting thing, “I need…”
He kissed her quivering belly. “What do you need?”
A torrent of smut crashed against the shores of her skull, drowning out her ability to speak any of them. So instead, she gripped his face and stared down at him, letting him see the storm blatant and laid bare in her gaze. “You.” She licked her lips. “I need you.”
She shivered as his hands tensed around her and an absolutely untamed growl ripped through his throat. She watched his fist press down against the huge bulge straining his fly. Yes. Fuck, yes. She wanted him to free that thick length and rub it against her, thrust it inside her. Her body wriggled in need.
“God, I can smell you,” he groaned, pressing his nose to her middle. “So fucking hot, you’re driving me crazy.” He nipped her bellybutton, making her yip. “Do you know what that scent does to me?”
She shook her head, swallowing hard. “What?”
His hand slid down her hip to caress her thigh, making the skin beneath her pelt heat with every pass of his worshipful palm. “It’s like it’s calling out to me, begging me to follow it.” He kissed her hip, right where skin met fur, before he urged her to turn for him, maneuvering her against the counter top. Yes. She shut her eyes and gripped the edge of the shined surface, pushing herself back, ready to feel his hard body press back.
But he didn’t. Instead, he stayed on his knees and just stared at her, his hands gentle but firm on either side of her haunches.
She squirmed under his gaze. He was so close. Just staring at her body. At the most intimate parts of her. She tensed.
He stroked her. “You okay?”
She bit her lip. “Aren’t you going to—” She flushed, her gaze flickered down to his hard-on. “Don’t you want to…”
Still looking into her eyes, he palmed himself again, pressing against his own need. “I want to.” But then his gaze, as if drawn, dropped down to her sex again. “But that scent.” He moaned and leaned in, his nose ruffling the fur between her legs. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” Shutting her eyes, she gasped as she felt his nose root lower, touching skin she knew was slick with want. She felt his thumb reach in to part her lips, spreading her pussy open for him. Her body clenched as he inhaled deep. “Let me. Please. Just for a bit.”
She writhed, embarrassed by his nearness even as it turned her on. “No one’s ever…” Her voice trailed off.
He stiffened. “I thought you said you’ve done this before.”
Her hooves shuffled, making him stroke her soothingly. “I have.” She’d thought she had, but never like this. “It’s just no one’s ever done that. To me.” She’d read about it, of course. With other women. Human women. It was just… the men she’d been with before, even the kind and considerate ones — maybe especially them — had never needed to get too close to her like that. Never needed to look too closely at her body, not like Russ was, more content to engage with the parts of her they were more familiar with. They were always happy enough to find their pleasure in a fast, heated ride that left them both breathless.
But Russ was… exploring her, touching her like treasure he wanted to plunder, like some temptation he wanted to taste. She bit her lip. “I just…” She squirmed. “You don’t have to; I don’t need it.” God knew, she was hot enough, even without foreplay.
He studied her face for a long moment. “You don’t need it;” he said, testing the words in his mouth, “do you want it?”
She shrugged. Did she? With his hand still holding her open to him and his face fucking breaths away from her flushed flesh, she felt exposed. Keenly seen. But by Russ, which made all the difference. There wasn’t a part of her, inside or out, she didn’t trust him with, knowing he’d treat it — treat her, the whole of her — with care. So, slowly, she nodded. “If you do.”
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