Free Swept Off Her Feet by Camille Anthony Page A

filled with something other than her “Jumbo.”
    Her thoughts disintegrated, blasted into nothingness by the feel of his hand upon hers. Her heart tripped in renewed excitement when she heard him say, “There is much to teach you during our journey home. I believe we will begin here.”

Chapter Six

    Leaning forward, Devtorvas touched his forefingers to Nnora’s nipples, pressing and releasing the buds, circling smoothly. When they responded by tightening and lifting, he cupped a breast in each hand, creating a masculine frame for her feminine flesh. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he invited, his voice rich and deep, his hands tightening around her breasts, fingers pinching hard on her beaded crests.
    She shuddered, a sudden rush of hot fluid filling her cunt and oozing out to glisten on the hairless lips of her pussy.
    The feel of his long, elegant, very masculine fingers, the warmth of his callused palms enclosing her aching flesh made her wild, invoking another pungent flowering. She groaned in concert with him as her sharp scent flooded the air. Squeezing her thighs together, she shifted restlessly in a futile attempt to ease the growing emptiness between her legs.
    “You have long, pouty nipples.” He carefully squeezed her sensitive tips. “Stiff little delights, just the way I like them. I want them in my mouth. I want to suck them up like hard treats.”
    At the heavy, hungry look of sensual greed in his all-seeing eyes, she wished she wore a pair of panties to hide her growing dampness.
    “You are in for a surprise if you have truly never been seated. ” His lips turned up in a slight smile that bore a hint of sexual teasing.
    “So when are you going to get around to introducing me to this surprise?” She did some teasing of her own, and walked her fingertips up the broad, naked chest before her. She dipped her nails into the shallow depressions below his masculine nipples and thrilled with the enjoyment of her feminine power when he shuddered under her hands. So much masculine power under her control.
    He drew back from her, trying to ease her fingers away from his chest. The tightness of his grip almost crushed her fingers. Curling her hands about his and rubbing them against his taut skin, she avidly tracked his response to her playful touches.
    His lips drew back in a hiss of barely controlled lust and he growled from between clenched teeth, his words harsh with need. “You play with fire, fem . I am very near the brink of my control. Let me, I beg you, lead this dance—”
    “If I don’t, what will you do?” she asked archly, reluctant to give up the heady feeling of controlling their play.
    He paused, gazing down at her beneath hooded lids, his expression thoughtful. “I keep forgetting you were not raised on the colony, so you have very little idea of what you are putting me through.” His mouth widened into a rakish smile. “I rejoice that I will be the first to give you a good nipple-suckling.”
    She swallowed hard, had to try twice before managing to force the words from her constricted throat. “I have had my nipples sucked, before. I have been married, you know. I—”
    “To a Human! ” His disparaging tones made plain his low opinion of the breed. “I consider you untouched—a canvas waiting for the artist’s hand, a wild, open field that I shall enjoy frolicking in. Moreover, I shall make sure you enjoy our romp, also,” he bragged. “You have never been attended to the way I shall care for you, my own.”
    Sliding his large hands under her breasts, he hefted their heavy weight. His broad palms made her Dolly Parton wannabes appear, if not dainty, then certainly smaller and lighter than she was wont to think of them. In his hands, she felt small, feminine, and…desired.
    “You sure don’t need a town crier to blow your horn.” She battled to subdue the fluttering butterflies in her belly. Stars above, how she loved the feel of his big hands on her flesh.
    “I