Free WindLegends Saga 9: WindRetriever by Charlotte Boyett-Compo Page A

looked back over her shoulder. "Conar?"
    "Hush," he whispered against her ear as he bared her rump to his questing fingers. "I'm not going to hurt you."
    She felt him fumbling with the buttons of his breeches, then drew in a startled breath as his hot flesh shifted along her backside. He scrunched down in the bunk until his hips were directly beneath her own.
    "What are you doing?" she asked as she felt him positioning himself behind her.
    "Catherine, hush," he ordered as he slid unerringly inside her vagina in a silky stab of erotic pleasure.
    Catherine's eyes opened wide and she stopped breathing. What he was doing didn't hurt Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 38
    and there was no pressure on her belly, which she realized he had intended not to let happen, but his thrusting was so intimate, so carnally possessive, she could not believe the sensations she was feeling.
    "Draw your legs up," he told her as his left hand came around her to insinuate itself between her thighs. His fingers dipped beyond the tight brown curls at the juncture of her legs and his middle finger touched the very core of her sexual pleasure.
    "Conar!" Catherine gasped as he began to rub the hard little nub that was sending exotic cravings throughout her being. Between his gentle thrusts and the movement of his hand on her clitoris, Catherine was panting with arousal.
    "I've dreamed of being inside you," she heard him whisper against her ear. "Of making love to you." He pushed against her hard, his hips grinding against her backside. "I've wanted to…,"
    his harsh panting was strained, almost savage, "bury myself so deep inside you, Catherine, that I could never break free."
    She felt the unfamiliar little twist of pleasure that she had felt on those times he had made love to her before begin to build in her lower belly. There was that itch again, she thought, straining to wiggle against the power of his shaft, to impale herself as much as he would allow on that smooth sword.
    "I love you," she said, putting her hands down to hold his as he manipulated her. "By all that is holy, I love you, Conar."
    He could feel the need building in him and knew he had to be very careful of her. Every fiber of his being wanted to slam into her, to rip her wide open with his passion, to show her how much he loved her, but he knew he had to be very careful of her, of her condition, and he held back, sweat popping out on his straining face as he sought to bring her to climax before him. His right arm was under her, his hand clenched lightly around her right breast. His thumb moved over the erect nipple and he heard her groan with excitement.
    "Feel me, Cat," he mumbled. "Feel me."
    It started as a little spiral of feeling, swirling around between her legs. Then it spread upward, into her, rushing through her vagina and up into her very womb like the burst of a falling star. She arched her back against him, lifting her rump upward for his deeper penetration, groaning with regret when he would not go any deeper inside her.
    "Conar!" she cried out, digging her nails into the back of his left hand.
    He knew he could not hold out any longer. He was near to bursting. His hand tightened on her breast, his finger dipped into her oozing womanhood and he felt her first squeeze of climax so strongly it took his breath away. With each successive clenching of her inner muscles, he gloried in the sensation and unleashed the hold on his own self-fulfillment.
    Catherine pressed herself down on him, embracing that twitching of shaft inside her as though she meant to hold him forever. His grunt of pleasure, the grunt followed by a deep bass growl far back in his throat as he spurted inside her, brought Catherine another twinge of climax, surprising both of them as Conar tensed, holding himself still inside her until her spasm had ceased.
    "My God," Catherine breathed, unable to believe such a sensation could occur.
    Conar lowered his head to her neck and kissed her, tasting her sweat,