Free Crag by Kate Hill Page B

changed from soft panting to ragged sobs. She gauged the beating of his heart beneath her hand, noting that in spite of the coldness of the storage shed, his flesh had heated. So had hers. Arousing him had her nipples hard and her pussy drenched.
    “Lily, that’s enough!” he finally gasped, his hips thrusting against her face. She thought he might try pulling away, so she clutched his buttocks as she continued exploring every inch of his cock with her tongue. She found a long vein along the underside and traced it with the tip of her tongue before laving the smooth head. Taking the tip in her mouth, she sucked in a quick, steady rhythm that soon had him writhing, his hands clutching her head.
    “I can’t, Lily!” His voice sounded ragged and she felt him tremble as he tried holding his orgasm at bay. Lily wouldn’t allow it. She sucked harder, her rhythm faster. His grip loosened on her hair and he said in a raw voice, "Stop now or I won't be able to control myself."
    She didn't relent, but kneaded his buttocks and thighs as she continued licking and sucking his cock head.
    "Oh Gods, Lily! Don't stop!" She nearly smiled. He'd changed his mind quickly enough. Not that she blamed him, considering the force of her attack. She'd leave him no opportunity to surrender.
    Suddenly he lunged against her and stifled his cry of pure pleasure. His entire body surged and shook as he gasped her name.
    Giving his soft cock a final lick, she slipped from beneath his tunic and watched as he hitched up his trousers with trembling hands.
    She couldn’t conceal her smile as she stood, particularly upon noting the color darkening the ridges of his cheekbones. Had she possibly resurrected sheepish feelings in a former Captain of the Zaltanian guard?
    He moved so swiftly she hadn’t a chance to react before he grasped her waist and pressed her to the wall.
    “Crag, we should get back to the longhouse—“
    “Before you get your due?”
    “What if they need a healer?”
    “I have until morning, as you so recently reminded me.”
    “Yes, but—“ she gasped, her eyes closing in ecstasy as he dropped to his knees, lifted her skirts, and fastened his mouth on her clit. The sensitive nub was already swollen and aching, just from arousing him, and within moments his moist caress would hurl her into orgasm. Or so she thought.
    Crag seemed to know just when she was about to explode. He stopped caressing and simply rested his tongue against her stimulated flesh. Lily trembled in an effort not to move. She knew even a tiny thrust against his tongue would be enough to push her over the edge. He reached up, tugging down her dress and freeing her breasts to his hands. He cupped the warm mounds and kneaded them. His callused palms felt so good against her nipples, but not nearly as good as his fingertips when they circled the hard little peaks.
    “Oh Crag!” she panted, her pulse throbbing in her ears. She leaned against the wall as his tongue resumed its ministrations. This time, he swirled it inside her pussy, then returned to her clit. He paused, allowing his breath to caress her.
    Crag’s hands left her breasts and cupped her buttocks. Lily was grateful for the change of position because seconds later, he began lapping her clit with fast, gentle strokes of his tongue that sent her into an orgasm that nearly knocked her off her feet.
    “Crag!” she gasped. “Oh, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
    He continued licking and tugging at her with his lips as she clutched handfuls of his hair, her pelvis squirming against his face. Finally she sagged against him as her breathing returned to normal.
    He waited until she stirred before suggesting they return to the longhouse.
    “You can still have a few hours of sleep before morning,” she said.
    “I think I’ll sleep very well.” A smile played around his lips.
    She grinned. “I’ll wager.”
    She adjusted her clothes and headed for the door, but he caught her arm. “Lily, I want you