Free To Claim Her by Renee Burke Page A

slowly.  Before she could beg out loud, he suctioned his mouth to her clit and whirled his tongue around the heated flesh.  Her world spiraled to a pinnacle as the pressure in her core built to a final thunderous squeeze before warmth flooded through her belly and spasms rocked through her. 
    She couldn’t stop herself from gasping his name as she came.  If there was ever a place she couldn’t hide from him, it was here in his arms. 
    He stood from the bed and quickly got naked.  She ran her hands over his chest when he joined her on the pillow.  He had always been fit, but now he was over the top, smooth and muscular from years of training. 
    “I should be pissed that you woke me up that way but I just can’t muster up an ember of anger.”
    He grinned.  Sexy and he knew it.  “Good, but we’re not done yet.”
    “I had a feeling.”  She stroked her fingers down his belly and wrapped her hand around his hard shaft.  “Do you have any suggestions on how we can take care of this?” 
    He sucked in a breath as she worked her hand up and down the length of him.  “Need inside you.”  He slid his hands up her arms until they were clasped in his above her head.  The movement arched her back and lifted her breasts to rub against his chest, and she groaned her approval.  His attention snagged on the peaks, and he took such care and time showing appreciation with his mouth that she began to shift and press her hips against him.
    “Mark.” 
    “Hmmm?”  He traced his tongue from one breast to the other and Gretchen felt a shiver move through her. 
    She bumped her core upward, rubbing against the erection she could feel hard and ready.  “Can we?”
    His eyes challenged her.  “Say it.”
    Her face flamed, and she closed her eyes.  “Can we start?”  When she opened them again, Mark was watching her.  
    “Say it.”  His voice was a low growl.   “Tell me what you want.”
    “I think you know what I want.”  Her eyes slid away. 
    “You were shy five years ago.  I have a hard time believing you’re still that same innocent girl.”
    She felt her face flame, this time not from the sensations rocking through her body.   She felt a shiver of unease move through her, a thread of shame, but just as quickly he drove the thoughts away when he began to nuzzle the smooth skin where her neck met her shoulder.  “Repeat after me.” 
                  Her breathing sounded loud in the room.   She lay still and watchful, not sure where this was headed.  Her arms were still pinned above her head, loosely trapped.
                  His hand slid up to catch hers when she tried to move it from the pillow.  “Leave it there.” 
                  She said his name, and he quirked his lips in a thin smile.
                  “Repeat after me.”  He nudged his hips into hers, rubbing against her before pulling back.  “Fuck me, Mark.”
                  She could feel the heat on her skin as he eyed her closely, waiting for her response.  She wanted exactly that.  Fast and hard.   It was all she could think about.   Her mouth was dry, and she licked her lips to try to form the words. 
    He brushed his lips against her mouth.                “Want to hear you say it.”  His hips did a slow grind against her core.
    “Fuck me please.”  The words came out in an exasperated rush.
    He positioned himself at her entrance and pressed just inside.  “Since you asked so nicely.”  He circled his hips, and she squeaked at the fullness.  He hummed his approval and kissed her mouth, tongue thrusting as he slid into her.    She groaned, overwhelmed at the fantastic full feeling after years of emptiness.  She had tried dating, but most days she was just spent and lacked the energy to trust someone new. 
    His hips and tongue moved in languid thrusts, he took her to the peak of ecstasy again before coming.  She ran