Primal Surrender (12 page)

Her heat poured into him via their kiss, scorching his soul and stealing his breath. It was intoxicating, and he felt his balls tighten as she shifted against him. Her body undulated as much as she could in the small space underneath him, and she let out a whimper of need that cut through to his core. Breaking their kiss, he nipped her bottom lip.

“Tell me no, Claudia. Tell me to stop now or I’ll keep going until I have you begging for my cock.” He held back a laugh at the flash of indignation that battled with desire in her eyes.

The corners of her sweetly swollen lips curved up slightly and her pink tongue darted out to wet them before she whispered, “I don’t beg, Mack, so do your worst.”

The dare was too much to resist when he already wanted her so much. His blood hummed through his body, so strong was his craving for her. He could see his own need reflected back to him in her eyes, and it intensified every caress of their bodies, every touch of their skin.

With a slight shift of his hips, he seated himself more firmly between her thighs, pressing the length of his erection against the molten core between her legs. The pressure of her heels against the back of his knees sent a shiver up his spine. Her hands curls up around the back of his neck, tugging him back down to her and mashing their mouths together until they shared the same breath. She became the oxygen his blood needed.

Sliding one hand up her torso under her t-shirt, he tweaked the hard bud of a nipple under the satin cover of her bra. Forcing her to release his neck, he shimmied down her body making sure to add more pressure to the V between her legs than necessary. She delighted him by groaning and arching her back, lifting her breasts up to his mouth in a decadent offering fit for the Gods. Later he wouldn’t remember tugging her shirt off, or snapping the strap of her bra, but somehow it happened, and her luscious tits were bare to his mouth.

Claudia’s gasps grew in intensity as he suckled, squeezed, pinched, and bit at the perfect globes. They overflowed his hands, and he knew someday he wanted to squeeze them tightly around his cock, watching them swallow him up. Every inch of skin that appeared as he pushed her skin tight jeans over her soft thighs was deliciously perfect. She had broad hips he knew served as the platform for a plump heart shaped ass that would cradle him nicely. Her tummy was soft, and her belly button deep, and he proceeded to taste them as he made his way down the valley of her torso to the curled topped mound of glory between her legs.

Her desire glistened on the blonde curls, and he inhaled her musky scent deep into his lungs, knowing he would never forget this moment. Listening to her mewling with pleasure from his work roughened hands, and watching her rise to feel his hot breath on her skin, left him feeling primal. It was all he could do to keep from lifting up and plunging into her hot cunt in one long brutal stroke.

“Mack! Stop teasing me,” she groaned when he blew his breath out across the pearly pink head of her clit.

Chuckling, he winked at her from his place on his belly between her legs. “Mmm…not quite begging yet. A little less sass next time, sweetheart, and maybe I’ll give in.”

Before she could snipe back at him, he dropped his head, and using his thumb and forefinger, he spread the swollen lips of her labia, getting his first view of heaven. Like a red cape to a bull, her pink slit called to him, and his mouth watered to love her. Magic burst on his tongue at the first taste of her sweet cream. The stiff nub of her clit making his tongue tingle, and his balls draw up tight. He heard her squeal of pleasure, and then her muttered pleas of mercy as he ran his tongue from top to bottom and back before sinking into her tight hole.

Sweet Jesus, she was tight. Her pussy muscles gripped his tongue, sucking and pulling on it as though to keep it in place. Instead he alternated fucking her with it and running it in tight gentle circles around her clit. Just when she would begin to tremble under him, he would pull back and blow a cold breath over her sizzling skin. It wasn’t long before he had to dig his fingers into her hips to hold her thrusting hips down. When she finally began begging it was a relief to his stubborn pride and his aching cock.

“Mack, please, please, please!”

Her pretty plea turned him on more than she would ever know, and he gripped his now bare cock with his hand trying to stave off the impending orgasm he could feel in his nuts.

She shocked him further by grabbing ahold of his throbbing dick and flipping their positions. Rising up over him, she looked up at him through her lashes, and licked the crown of his cock with her scorching hot tongue. He could feel sweat pop up on his upper lip as he hissed out his appreciation for her sweet affection. The soft cavern of her mouth was absolutely perfect, and feeling the back of her throat against his tip made his heart skip a beat. She bobbed on him for a few minutes, giving him the best damn head he’d ever experienced, without even deep-throating him. Her hand moved up and down in time with her mouth, so he didn’t even care that she was only swallowing the first three or four inches. And then she added a little twisting motion to her grip and he nearly shot off into her mouth.

Gripping her biceps, he tugged her up his body and rolled her onto her back again before she had a chance to protest. “That’s all I can take, sweetheart. If I don’t get inside of you I’ll explode. Open for me.”

Instantly she slid her legs higher up his hips, opening her pussy up to his searching cock. It was a tight fit, but he managed to line them up and ease the head of his dick into her sweet honey hole. The scent of arousal and grass surrounded them as he slowly fucked his way deep into her. She gave as good as she got, rocking her hips up to meet his pounding thrusts, gripping his biceps as they flexed with his movements. Her nails dug into his skin, giving him an added layer of pain that kept him from blowing his load too quickly.

It wasn’t long before they had both lost all illusion of control, and were just madly thrusting against each other, his cock slamming into her cervix with every motion, and her wild cries echoing through the trees around them. She screamed out her climax so loudly it triggered his orgasm. He pressed his groin as tightly to her as possible, flexing his cock inside of her as her muscles milked his cum from him.

Hot, sweaty, and sated, they rested there together, temporarily connected, and somehow permanently changed. It was several minutes before Mack was able to lift his head from her chest to meet her gaze, and he felt immeasurably pleased with himself when he saw the exhaustion on her face.

“See, begging isn’t so bad,” he whispered, laughing when she smacked his chest with a crack of her palm.

Narrowing her eyes, she gave him a push, “Turnabouts fair play, Mr. Thompson, and I plan on making you squeal like a little girl when I get a chance. Now up with you, we need to clean up. I’m pretty sure there is a small stick permanently embedded in my right ass cheek.”

Shame washed through him, and he cringed as he rose. “I’m sorry, Claudia. I shouldn’t have taken you like that, but I didn't have it planned.”

The smile on her face was relaxed, “I know, Mack. If I thought any different it wouldn’t have happened, but it turns out I wanted you just as much as you wanted me.”

He helped her up onto her feet and then spun her around. Grass and dirt marred her sexy back and ass, and he felt terrible. “I’m no better than an animal, ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the dirt. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

To his surprise she giggled, and then grabbed his now deflated cock making it twitch with new life. “You think I could hate you after that? Do you know how sexy you made me feel? Just knowing how much you wanted me, and yet you delayed your own pleasure for mine. And besides, you just gave me my first orgasm via actual sex.”

“I—what?” Mack knew he looked like a fool standing there with his pants around his hips open, cock hanging out, and now mouth hanging open.

“Yep. I’ve had orgasms that were self-induced, and once with an ex when he used a vibrator, but never in the act. So you better make sure the notch in your bedpost is a deep one cowboy, because I don’t plan on this being a onetime occurrence.”

“I’m all yours, anytime you want me, Claudia.”

With a sexy wink she sashayed away swinging her curvy hips. He didn’t even manage to get another word out before she dove into the pond and reemerged like a mermaid calling out to a sailor. Her breasts bobbed on the water, and her hair spread out around her like a cape. “What are you waiting for? I told you we needed to clean up.”

He didn’t wait for another moment. Laughing all the way, he stripped his clothes off and joined his mermaid in the water. Never before had he felt so accepted or wanted for himself. Love filled the void in his soul he hadn’t even known he had. Now he just needed to figure out the best way to keep her in Stone River.

Chapter Seven

Claudia wrapped a towel around her wet body as she ran to answer the front door the next afternoon. She wasn’t expecting to find Mack standing there but she readily returned his friendly smile and hello kiss when she opened the door.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you working?” she asked, pushing the door shut, and tightening her grip on the towel.

“I took off early. I wanted to see you again, and if I had known you would be naked and wet I would have taken the morning off too,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes, reaching for her towel as she darted away.

“I was supposed to have dinner with Mayor Edwards tonight to discuss the project, but he backed out about an hour ago without rescheduling,” she responded, with a heavy sigh.

Mack frowned, “That can’t be a good sign.”

“I’m not beaten yet. If he thinks avoiding dinner with me will get me off the trail, he’s mistaken.”

Mack’s dimples flashed as he smiled at her, and she reached up to run her finger over one of the deep grooves. Turning his head, he captured her fingertip with his lips and nipped her gently. “So does this mean you’re free to spend the rest of the day with me?”

“I suppose so. As long as you don’t suggest going for another trail ride,” she said, grimacing as she rubbed at her tender backside.

Instantly, concern filled his gaze and his eyes narrowed, “Are you hurt? I shouldn’t have kept you out so long yesterday. It’s been too long since you were in the saddle.” He grabbed her arm and tugged her toward the stairs, “Damn it. I wish I had known, I could have brought some liniment to rub on your muscles.”

“Mack, stop!” she protested, but he continued to pull her along up the stairs, only hesitating long enough for her to direct him to the right bedroom. Before she could get her bearings he was pushing her down on the bed and pulling her towel away. “Hey!”

A sharp slap to the side of her hip made her squeal in surprise. “I want to make sure you’re not bruised. Spread 'em.”

He pushed her thighs apart, and she felt moisture flood her pussy as he ran his hands up and down her inner thighs and over her plump ass. “Mmm. I won’t protest if you deem a massage is in order,” she teased.

The tentative touches became firmer and he chuckled behind her. “Have I mentioned how much I like your dirty talking side?”

Rolling up on her side, she rested her head on her hand and gave him what she hoped was a seductive look. “How about this side? Are you interested in this side too?”

The heat lighting up his eyes made her skin tingle. His breathing was heavier as she whispered, “Definitely. Roll over, sweetheart, so I can play with those pretty tits.”

Shaking her head, she rolled over but she didn’t stay put. “Nope. I think it’s my turn to make you squeal. Remember? I’ve got some scarves I think I’m going to use on you just to ensure you can’t take over.”

Shock filled his features, and a pink flush stained his cheeks, but she saw his cock twitch with interest behind the denim of his jeans. His body suddenly tensed and he took a step backwards. Jumping to her feet, she placed one hand on his chest, and gripped the back of his neck with the other, drawing his eyes back to hers. “Hey! Why are you so embarrassed?”

“I’m not,” he argued, but she wouldn’t release him when he tried to pull away. “I’m fine, really.”

“No, wait, if we’re going to pursue this relationship you have to talk to me. Why are you suddenly acting awkward? Is it because I want to tie you up?”

Mack slowly shook his head, and took a deep breath. “No. It’s because I want you to. I’m not entirely comfortable with my desire to be on the receiving end yet.”

“We’ll take it slow. Practice makes perfect, right? I’m assuming you would like the opportunity to tie my ass up and drive me insane.” She lifted an eyebrow at him, and giggled when his grin widened. “That’s what I thought. Well fair’s fair. I want to explore this gorgeous piece of man-flesh, and the only way to prevent you from taking over is to tie you down. Are you game?”

“Man-flesh?” He looked genuinely affronted at her choice of words and she rolled her eyes.

“Seriously? Are you in or not?”

Mack suddenly laughed loudly and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her up onto her toes so he could kiss her. When they parted to breathe again, he smiled down at her. “You’re perfect, do you know that?”

“Of course I am. Now, on your back, cowboy. I’m going to lasso you.” She wiggled her eyebrows and bounced over to her dresser to pull out several silk scarves that would bind him securely to the headboard.
Hopefully they won’t leave marks
, she thought. The moment the thought crossed her brain she smiled inside at the image of another woman seeing her marks on his wrists. Pure feminine pride filled her chest, and she stalked back to the bed, determined to leave a mark on his soul, if not his body. She wanted to rock him to the core like he did her yesterday.

Straddling his chest, she tied his wrists and then scratched her nails lightly down his forearms to the tender skin on the inside of his arms. Goosebumps popped up all over his skin, and she continued her exploration over his shoulders and neck, tangling her fingers in his yellow curls.