Free RulingPassion by Katherine Kingston Page A

touch. She glanced at him to
make sure she hadn’t done harm, but he gave her a nod. Thus encouraged, she
reached for him again and wrapped her fingers around his proudly erect flesh.
She thought his cock much like the man himself; smooth, almost soft to look at
and feel, but strong beneath and hard when needed. The length and breadth of
his rod still amazed her. How could all that sizeable mass fit inside her?
    His breath grew ragged when she let her fingers roam up and
down, trying the smoothness of the bulbous tip, searching the shaft for the
most sensitive areas, investigating the full, heavy sacs below; hair-roughened,
yet softly vulnerable. His cock began to throb under her caresses and she
brushed her cupped hand up and down it, speeding up to keep pace with his
writhing.
    After just a few minutes of that, he suddenly reached up and
took her wrist, holding it firmly enough to stay her hand.
    “No more, Rosalind. I’m like to burst.”
    She paused, unsure what to do next. He reached over and
tugged her toward him, lifting one of her legs as he rolled her over until she
sat astride him, her hollow positioned directly above his rod. The tip of him
caressed the sweet spot between her legs just as his hands reached up to cup
her breasts, fingers stroking the nipples until they hardened. The pleasurable
sensations rippled over her body like running water, pouring through every vein
and muscle. She leaned forward to take control of his mouth again.
    The sweetness filled her in waves of ecstasy. She clung to
him and moved over him, straining for closer union. He helped her raise herself
to a near sitting position, ready to receive him, and then she carefully
lowered herself onto his shaft. The fit was tight, but she let him in slowly,
waiting for the pain she’d had on those first occasions. None came. After a few
smooth strokes, he slid into her, embedded himself in her.
    He watched her, waiting until he was sure she was
comfortable holding him, then he pushed upward gently.
    Stabs of pleasure like lightning bolts tore through her;
building a tightness and tension that made her shake as hard as he was. She
clung to his arms, leaning forward to press the tips of her breasts against his
chest, rocking against him. He let her set the pace, but she couldn’t restrain
herself long and began to ride faster and faster, until they burst together
past the barriers of everyday life, into a universe of color and joy beyond
holding.
    Afterward she tipped forward, resting on his chest, her
sweat-slicked body tight against his, while their breathing slowed to a more
normal pace. His arms enfolded her in the circle of his heat and protection.
The peace and sense of closeness sank into her soul while small aftershocks
rolled gently through her.
    Later still she moved off him, shifted to his side and let
him wrap her in the warmth of the blanket and his arms.

Chapter Eight
     
    In the morning they woke with the first light of the sun.
Before they rose they lay for a while, watching each other. Even with hair
rumpled, eyes still puffy from sleep, and chin bristling with blond whiskers,
he made something inside her convulse with the longing to touch him and draw
him into her embrace.
    His fingers brushed along her breasts, rousing the hunger
for him again, then slid down to her slit. His whiskers rasped against the
undersides of her breasts as he tongued the nipples and the mild burn added to
the delightful heat he roused in her.
    By the time he slid into her, she throbbed with the need for
him. He didn’t start gently, but buried himself as deeply as he could in one
long, smooth stroke. His cock hit a spot inside her that made her body tighten
even more and tremble with need. A few more long strokes, finding that
wonderful spot again and again, and she broke into another space where she
floated in an exhilarating peace while her body continued to spasm in waves of
pleasure.
    Jeoffrey roared at nearly the same time, spilling his