Free Warrior's Wife by Evanne Lorraine Page A

ridiculously thrilled to take direction. “Great plan, I don’t want to crush you.”
    “You’re a big guy, but I’m not that fragile.”
    “I’m a lot heavier than you think. Metal components strengthen but they add serious weight.”
    “Good thing I like being on top then.” She placed one knee outside his right thigh, grasped his shoulders and swung her other leg over him to straddle his lap.
    The perfume of her arousal hung in the air, intoxicating him. His cock bobbed against her hot, wet slit, instantly ready to spurt. He hissed in a breath and prayed for control or quick recovery.
    Tori rubbed her swollen breasts against his hard chest. She tugged one of his hands to the smooth perfection of a mound.
    “You are so fucking perfect. Tell me what you want.” He rolled the tender coral peak between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you want my mouth here?”
    “Yeah, but on the other one please.”
    When he released the nipple he’d been teasing she caught his hand, stopping his retreat. “Don’t stop.”
    He returned to the tender button of flesh. She wound her arms around his neck, encouraging him toward the neglected, puckered tip. He fastened on to the taut tip and sucked hard. She tasted as delicious as she smelled.
    She arched into his mouth and whimpered, “More.”
    Oh yeah. He was right there with her. Pre-cum leaked from his cock head, adding another musky layer to the heady smell of sex.
     
    Marcus was the stuff of any red-blooded woman’s dreams. His rapid breathing and throbbing cock told her he was into this every bit as much as she was, but he hadn’t initiated anything. His eager patience, always waiting for her instruction before making a move seemed off for such a confident guy. “Tell me about you.”
    “What do you want to know?” His voice was a sexy rumble.
    “I’m not sure.” She faltered, distracted by his nearness.
    “You know you want me.”
    “Sure of yourself much?” she squeaked, trying to look haughty and sultry at the same time. It would’ve been much more convincing without the nervous-mouse voice.
    “About this? Hell yeah. You’re wet for me.” He delved into her slit, lightly grazing her clit and skirting the mouth of her sex. “We met twelve hours ago and you’re spread over my lap, begging to be fucked by a stranger.”
    Her hips jerked, wanting more than his teasing caress. Actually he was practically a stranger. How many times have I masturbated to that particular fantasy? But there is no way he would know any of that. So why is he saying these things? And why does hearing it make me hotter for him? “I know you. I know your name.”
    “Maybe.” His lips quirked and his focus locked on her breast.
    She followed his line of sight to a dark, wet, engorged nipple. The graphic evidence of his attentions pulled the knot of tension in her core tighter.
    “You’re good.” The husky words belonged to a strange, wanton woman.
    His mouth moved closer to the moist tip. “With you, paying attention to your reactions is my pleasure, believe me.”
    As he spoke, puffs of air caressed the sensitized peak, making her needier—bolder. “It’s okay for you to surprise me.”
    That jerked his attention to her face, his tone rasped with sincerity. “Good to know. Remember you can stop me any time if something bothers you.”
    Tori captured his face in her hands, making sure he understood her. “I trust you.”
    Marcus moved slowly, skimming down her ribs then caressing her waist. He paused to circle her bellybutton three times and test the skin over her hip bones by rubbing his rough thumb pad across the tender spot. Dropping lower, he traced the line where hip and leg met. Finally he petted the seam of her sex.
    He inhaled with a hiss as his questing fingers slipped into her folds. “You’re so sleek—as smooth as triple-milled titanium, as soft as orchid petals and so fucking wet.”
    A thick digit slid into her core and she clamped around the invader.
    His