Free IceHuntersMate by Marisa Chenery Page B

then shut them inside.
    Wachei carried her to his bed, then lowered her to her feet,
her body sliding down his in the most delicious of ways. He released her mouth,
but Eryn buried her nose in the hollow of his throat and breathed in his scent,
her hands roaming up and down his body.
    “Before we go any further, we have to talk about something,”
he said in a strained voice.
    Eryn continued what she was doing, not prepared to let
Wachei slow things down. “Then talk, I’m listening.”
    “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that with you touching me
like this.”
    “Ah, come on. You’re a big, strong man. You can do it.”
    She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it up and over
his head. She tossed it to the floor. She kissed a trail across each of his
collarbones and then down to his pecs.
    “This is really important,” Wachei said on a groan.
    “And so is what I’m doing.” Eryn licked one of his flat
nipples and he groaned again.
    “Okay. I’ll try. Since we’re still getting to know each
other…that feels so good…there are things I should tell you about me.”
    As Wachei spoke, Eryn slowly worked her way down his chest,
licking and sucking, until she was on her knees before him and eye level with
the prominent bulge in his jeans. She trailed her hands along his six-pack abs,
stopping when she reached the top of his pants.
    “Go on,” she urged.
    “Well, you see, I’m not like normal men you’re used to. I—”
He cut off on a moan that bordered on a growl. “Eryn, you’re really not making
this easy.”
    She’d undone his jeans, yanked them past his hips and tugged
down the front of his underwear to spring his hard cock. “Yes, I am. I’m going
to make sure I don’t interrupt you. My mouth will be busy doing something else
besides talking.”
    Eryn grasped Wachei’s shaft and pumped her hand up and down.
She used her thumb to rub the bead of moisture that leaked out of the tip into
his skin. Her pussy clenching, and wetness leaking into her thong, she leaned
in and dragged her tongue up the full length of his cock before she took it
inside her mouth.
    Her head bobbed as she sucked him in and out, taking him
almost to the back of her throat before working on the tip of his cock,
stroking the sensitive spot under the flared head with the flat of her tongue.
His musky, male scent filled her nose, along with the taste of him, pushing her
arousal even higher.
    Wachei’s hands landed in her hair as he thrust his hips,
fucking her mouth. Growl after growl rumbled out of him. Even though the noises
he made weren’t the normal moans and groans, they still turned her on. And
words seemed to have deserted him as well.
    Eryn continued to pleasure him, his cock growing even
harder. Her pussy ached to have it deep inside. Wachei would fill her to
capacity. The thought of his big shaft spearing into her had more of her juices
leaking into her thong.
    Wachei pulled away and tugged her to her feet. “No more,” he
said in a husky voice. “I need to be inside you. Now. I can’t think straight.”
    He yanked her shirt up and over her head, then worked on
stripping her jeans from her. Wachei grabbed her bottom, pulled her closer,
then grew still and sucked in a sharp breath. He turned her so her back faced
him.
    “What kind of underwear is this?” he asked, a faint growl
lacing his words. “The back of it seems to be missing.”
    Eryn chuckled. “It’s a thong. Haven’t you seen one before?”
    “No, but I like it.”
    She had been about to ask why his previous girlfriends
hadn’t worn one for him when Wachei wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled
her back to his chest. He skimmed his hands down the front of her to her thong.
One of them shoved past the waistband until he reached her pussy. A finger
dipped inside, stroking before it circled her clit.
    “So wet,” he said. “And so ready for me.”
    He walked her closer to the bed, then released her to unhook
her bra. Wachei skimmed