Free Bakra Bride by N. J. Walters Page B

of his fingers into her tight channel, stretching her to the limits.
    Her body was so primed, so incredibly ready, that she could feel her vaginal muscles begin to contract on the second thrust of his fingers. When his hand skimmed up her side and cupped her breast, she was lost.
    Her inner core spasmed as she came and she could feel the gush between her thighs. A sound of pleasure rumbled from Bador’s throat as he continued to suck on her clit. She rode his fingers as she milked every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm.
    When he sensed she was finished, he withdrew his fingers and easily lifted her from his face. As he eased her back onto his stomach, she could feel his erection poke her in the behind. She had come, but he was still incredibly aroused.
    He made no indication at all that he intended anything else. Relaxed against the furs, he toyed with her nipples, stroking them with the pads of his thumbs. Licking his lips, he grinned up at her. “I knew you’d taste sweet.”
    The man was incredibly giving and now it was her turn to give to him. She’d never done anything like this in her life. Had never wanted to before now. But suddenly she was filled with the need to pleasure Bador. Scooting off his chest, she pushed his legs apart and knelt between them.
    All expression was gone from his face when she finally met his gaze. She laid her hand on his thigh and felt the muscles beneath it jump. His cock flexed, straining upward. “I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

Chapter Seven
    Bador almost swallowed his tongue at her innocent plea. All he could do was nod. His fingers gripped the fur under him. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from flinging her on her back and pumping his cock into her until he exploded within her silky depths. But he was a warrior and knew the value of strategy. He sensed it was important to Jane right now to feel as if she had some control over her world. And he would foster that feeling. Even if it killed him.
    She licked her lips and he swallowed hard. As juicy as berries, they were lush and ripe. She tasted sweet, like sunshine and promise. Jane was a gift of hope in their lives and he would do whatever it took to keep her with them. Her breathing was ragged and her breasts rose and fell in an uneven rhythm. She looked magnificent kneeling between his legs, staring at his erection as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.
    “Jane,” he pleaded. She had to do something. Anything. His balls were so tight, he knew he didn’t have much time or control left. He’d soon come with her doing nothing more than staring at him.
    Her startled eyes flew to his face and then back to his erection. Inching her hands up over his thighs, she wrapped them around his cock and squeezed gently. Bador couldn’t swallow back the groan of pleasure that that simple action evoked.
    Jane smiled slowly. It was a siren’s smile. The smile of a woman who knew she was bringing pleasure to her man. Bador wanted to see that smile for the next fifty years or more.
    Sliding her hands upward, she stroked him once. Liquid seeped from the head of his cock and Jane rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading it over the top. Taking her time, she cupped his balls with one hand and began a slow, steady stroking action. Up and down. Again and again. Bador gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.
    Leaning down, she rubbed her breasts against his thighs as she traced the length of his erection with her tongue. His hips flexed. He wanted her mouth on him. Needed to feel his cock sliding past her lips and sucked into the moist heat beyond.
    Reaching down, he gripped her hair in his fingers and gently tugged her towards the head of his cock. She laughed as she fitted her mouth over the end and sucked. He thrust his hips upward as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, licking the salty liquid that seeped from the tip.
    Keeping a grip on her head, he pushed his cock deeper. Jane took