Free Chasing Thunder by Ginger Voight Page A

between her legs as they landed. She felt how hard and ready for her he was already, but he took his sweet time kissing her neck and that sensitive spot by her ear that made her swoon like a schoolgirl.
    She thought she might lose her mind when his warm mouth captured the hardened peak of her breast. She clasped his hair in one hand as his tongue worked its magic on her body. With a growl, she pushed him onto his back and crawled down his torso, like a panther stalking its prey.
    Her fingers danced over the denim-clad erection that strained for her. “This is what I like to see.” She grinned as she deftly released the button and slid her hand inside. He gasped when she cupped his hard cock through his cotton underwear. He knew the heaven that awaited him. She kissed her way down his body, teasing him with her breath and her tongue when she reached his lower abdomen. He lifted his hips so she could slide his jeans down, revealing his long, lean body to her. His thick, heavy cock sprang back from his stomach. He wound his fingers in her hair and guided her head down, and she rewarded him with the warmth of her mouth. Her lips surrounded the rigid shaft and slid as far down as she could go.
    His head tilted back and he sighed. Her magical tongue spiraled around him, flicking under the head before covering him as she sucked her way back up the impressive length of his member. He gripped her hair as she sank even deeper, encouraged by his soft groans and frustrated growls when she would tease him right to the brink. She was determined to drive him crazy, he could tell. And while her talent could curl his toes, he hadn’t waited months on end for a blowjob. He needed to be inside her.
    It was his turn to flip her around onto her back. He wore an evil smile as he made a similar trek down her body with his fingers and his tongue, until she was kicking her own jeans free. He parted her thighs with one large hand, kneeling between her to exact some revenge, exploring her with his decisive tongue. She bit her hand to hold in a cry when he took her clit into his mouth and sucked it hard. Her legs widened as he crawled up her body, fitting himself inside her with a grunt and one forceful thrust.
    Her legs closed around his hips. She needed him every bit as much as he needed her. Their lovemaking was raw. He lifted her legs up by the knees to drive himself deeper inside her, riding her until she nearly wept with pleasure. No words were needed. Snake had learned a long time ago that words were not his friends. She didn’t need to hear him tell her he loved her, or how much he needed her, or how much she felt like heaven in his arms. Those things would scare his skittish little bird away. He could fuck her like an animal and she’d meet every thrust, her nails sinking into his back and leaving her brand on his skin. But if he opened his mouth and let the truth fall out, she’d be gone by morning.
    So he said everything with a kiss. He covered her mouth and penetrated her lips with a forceful tongue that swept across hers, submitting her to all the love and desire, as well as the anger and confusion and frustration, that he could never express. Within minutes he was coming hard with a cry he could no longer contain. Her nails clawed into the solid muscles of his ass, pushing him in tighter. His mouth latched onto her breast and within moments she toppled over the edge herself.
    They collapsed against each other and tried to catch their breath. She clasped him tight within her body and he groaned out loud. “So much for being a lesbian,” she panted.
    He wore a teasing smile as he looked into those green eyes he loved. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m fully convinced. I may need more evidence.”
    Her eyebrow arched and she squeezed him again. “Hard evidence?”
    He winked. “Not yet, but give me five minutes.”
    She giggled and hugged him close for another kiss. “You’re the boss,” she murmured, and he growled in