Free Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) by Jennifer James

and the span of his hands as he cupped her
breasts.
    Theo shifted and stood, cradled her body
to his, and placed her on the bed without breaking contact. He broke away,
stripped his shirt off, and shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them.
Callie drank in the sight of his chiseled form, took her time memorizing every
thin white line of scar tissue, and devoured the hollows and dips of his
muscles. The longer she looked, the harder his cock became until it stood
nearly straight up.
    “Damn. All this for me?” She pushed up
until her weight rested on her elbows and smiled at him. “I’m not sure I’m
worthy.”
    The silver-grey swirls appeared in his
eyes. He put one knee on the bed and crawled up with feline grace. “Guess
you’ll have to prove yourself, Nymph.” The heat of his mouth trailed from the
arc of her foot, over her calf, up to the back of her knee.
    Callie giggled, his beard stubble
tickled where it rubbed over her skin. He licked his way up her inner thigh and
held her firm. She laughed harder and squirmed. One arm pinned her down by the
abdomen, the other her thigh, and he descended on the crease where her torso
and leg met. Blunt teeth nibbled over the valley of flesh until she was ready
to beg him to move to the right and use his teeth on the throbbing ache in her
pussy.
    “Theo, please. No more. I can’t take
it,” she panted.
    He flicked her one last time with his
tongue, released her belly, and used both hands to push her thighs up and back.
The rough, callused skin of his palms strafed down, and his thumbs parted her
lips. He leaned down and licked her from bottom to top in one long swipe.
    “Maybe I should go shave. I don’t want
my beard to rub you raw.”
    She met his gaze down the length of her
body and thought about kicking him. Then a trickle of blood ran over his left
ribcage and a tiny drop of blood hit her leg. No, he needed joy, happiness, and
fun. Things she considered her specialty.
    “Well, if you do, I’ll be forced to take
care of things here myself.” She reached one hand down and sank two fingers
into her wet channel, and then spread her cream over her clit. “It’s not nearly
as fun alone, but I think I can manage.”
    His attention zeroed in on the tease, so
she did it again. This time when her fingertips collided with her swollen nub,
the pleasure brought her hips off the mattress.
    “Again.” The sensual rub of his thumbs
on her parted lips increased as he moved them up and down in time with her
strokes.
    “Like this?” She parted her fingers and
purposely avoided her clit. He growled, and when she moved her hand down again,
he caught it and sucked her fingers into his mouth. When he released them, he
sucked her nub into his mouth, and the rumbling purr she’d heard before
vibrated through her whole body.
    The flat of his tongue laved over her,
the sound’s intensity increased, and she bucked against his mouth, screaming
her orgasm.
    “Theo—oh gods.”
    He swept her ass up off the bed with
both hands and held her tight to his mouth, continuing the merciless assault
until she came again.
    “Open your eyes, Callie.”
    When she cracked her eyelids, Theo
covered her body with his, and wiped his face in the bed covers next to her
head. He caressed her temple, and she used his hair to tug him down for a kiss.
The hard heat of his cock prodded at her entrance. She shifted, grasping him by
the base to guide him inside.
    He slid the head in, and then held still
while he studied her face. “You have freckles.”
    “Yep.” She wrapped her legs around his
hips and tried to pull him further inside.
    “Slow down. I want to take my time.” He
slid one arm under her back and traced her cheekbones and nose, then her lips
with his free hand. She bit him, licked his finger, and kissed it. Their mouths
met, and he took control of the kiss, slowing her down to a gentle exploration
instead of the greedy hunger she tried to consume him with.
    His tongue slipped into her