Free An Unexpected Affair by Lorelei Moone Page B

but had never had much patience for vanity.
    The sweet scent of her arousal, the one he'd got but a hint of earlier, filled the room completely now. She was ready, aching for him as much as he ached for her. He noted how much her pupils had dilated, and how her cheeks had flushed to a deeper shade of pink.
    She parted her legs, not brazenly, but almost involuntarily as if she was acting on instinct alone. It was a sight to behold. Her entire body seemed to invite him in while her eyes begged for further affections. Meanwhile, she was on her own journey of discovery, tracing her fingers across his biceps, and his firm, muscular chest, exploring the inked patterns on his shoulder.
    He ran his hand over the ivory skin of her cleavage, taking care to be gentle with her. She wasn't the first female he'd been intimate with - even if it had been a while - but she was his first human and seemed all the more fragile for it.
    As much as he tried, one part of his anatomy refused to entertain the notion of a gentle coupling. His cock had swelled to a size that was impressive for a bear, never mind a human. He hoped beyond hope that he wouldn't hurt her when the time came.
    They'd reached that moment, which hung right in between endless possibility and painful anticipation. His hand traveled downward, circling her belly button, then moving on further until it reached the soft, inviting curls of her mound. So silky. Like a cub's fur. He slipped his finger in between her folds, thrilled to find that she was already wet for him.
    "Stop teasing me," she pleaded, as she struggled to keep her urgent breaths under control.
    Her fingers twitched, fingernails scraping skin for just a moment, before she ran her palm across and down his chest, over the ridges of his washboard abs. It was then that she finally touched his cock for the first time.
    He was rock solid, had been for a while already, but the tension in his manhood was threatening to grow out of control now. As her fingers closed around his thick shaft, his mind was wiped clean of any remaining thoughts and speculations. Nothing mattered anymore except her pleasure.
    Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to swallow the desire to break free from her touch and plunge into her already. No, there could only be one first time, and he was going to do things properly.
    He pulled away from her and crawled downward on all fours. Although her lips continued to tempt him, he wanted to taste a different part of her now. He kissed, nibbled and licked his way down, edging ever closer to those curls he had touched earlier. Every touch of his lips was met with a moan of hers.
    She was vocal, yet another thing about her that he was pleased to discover.
    He gently parted her legs wide enough to allow him to position himself between her thighs. Then he dove in for his first taste. Her sex was slick with sweet nectar, which he lapped up hungrily. She writhed against the sheets as he licked her outer lips first, then circled inward further and further until he finally slipped his tongue inside of her.
    She tasted of honey, made of the sweetest summer flowers. The perfume of her arousal surrounded him and seduced him in a way that nothing - and no one - had ever done before. He didn't pleasure her orally as a favor to her, but because his deepest, most powerful desires demanded that he do so.
    Clarice grabbed hold of the sheets, tugging at them violently as he continued his exploration of her most intimate depths. A fever-like feeling descended over Derek, clouding his mind with a red haze that made it impossible for him to think clearly. His inner bear was in charge, and somehow he knew exactly how to push Clarice's buttons.
    As he alternated between licking her deeper and teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, she reacted more and more intensely until finally she had reached the edge of her control. With her back arched, and hips raised up against his face, her moans had turned to