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every muscle in my body
tense while I strove for climax. A tingle started at the base of my spine.
Another swish of his talented tongue pushed me higher still. I pushed deep into
his mouth, the pressure building until I couldn’t hold back for an instant
longer. I groaned when semen rushed up my cock, exploding from me in a convulsive
contraction. He continued to work me while I luxuriated in the aftershocks.
    Finally, I gripped his head, pushing him
away. Still panting, I pressed a kiss to his hand. I inhaled deeply before
saying, “I guess it’s your turn now.”
    “Please.” There was a world of meaning in
his face, and in that moment I wanted to give it to him—the world.
    “Chuck me the lube,” I said, lifting up on
to my elbow.
    A tinge of red colored his cheeks while
arousal glittered in his dark eyes. I reached out to accept the plastic bottle,
taking the time to skim my fingers across his chest. I flicked a flat masculine
nipple and heard his sharp intake of breath, saw the flare of his nostrils. The
heat of his touch seared my fingers when the lube changed hands.
    “I want you,” he whispered.
    “I know.” I sat up properly and flicked the
top of the lube open. The bottle wheezed when I squeezed lube onto my palm.
“Come here.”
    Lucas knelt on the bed, moving closer until
his knees nudged my hipbone. His cock thrust outward. The tip glistened with
pre-cum. I set the bottle aside and rubbed my palms together slightly to
disperse the lube. Lucas watched me the whole time, his broad chest rising and
falling rapidly, belying his pretence of calmness.
    Smiling, I pressed a quick kiss to his
lips, tasting myself on his breath. I liked it. The possessiveness inside
flooded me with alarm but I ignored it, shoving the emotion away to pull out
later when I was alone. Now wasn’t the time to worry. It was the time to
celebrate, to feel. I pressed my hand to the middle of his chest, exerting
enough pressure to indicate he should lie back on the mattress. Once he was
spread out before me, I paused to lick my lips. When I noticed he was watching,
I smacked my lips. “All the better to eat you.” I grinned at the startled
expression on his face before concentrating on more important things. I gripped
his shaft with my right hand, spreading lube while I teased him a little more.
He’d had his fun. Now it was my turn.
    His cock was longer than mine and not quite
as thick. It felt fiery hot, searing my palm when I slid my hand up and down
the shaft. His musky scent rose as arousal grew between us. I swallowed when my
hand glided easily across his swollen flesh.
    “God, stop,” he said finally, his chest
heaving. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” He shoved my hands
away from his glistening cock.
    My heart pounded. I grabbed a condom and
ripped open the foil packaging. A snort escaped. I’d greased his cock when a
condom needed to go over the top. Well, damn. I’d have to lube him all over
again. A real hardship.
    I rolled the condom on him and waited for
Lucas to realize.
    “Fuck,” he swore softly, but my superior
hearing caught it easily enough.
    “Took you long enough,” I goaded.
    “Hands off,” he snapped, batting my hands
away from the bottle of lube. “Is it my fault all the blood has rushed to our
cocks?”
    We stared at each other, silence blooming.
My bark of laughter broke the tension. “You trying to tell me we can’t think
and have an erection at the same time?”
    “It’s what women think,” Lucas said. “Letty
tells me all the time.”
    “We know better.”
    “Yeah.” He squeezed lube into his hands and
rubbed it over his erection. He squeezed another dollop into the middle of his
palm and looked at me, his eyes gleaming. “Your turn.”
    I moved to the middle of the bed and went
up on hands and knees, the traditional mating position for feline. My heart
pounded while my stomach quivered. It wasn’t often I allowed myself in the
position to be dominated. For