Ice Claimed by Marisa Chenery Read Free Book Online

nibbled, licked and sucked,
ramping up the desire that already heated her body to boiling point. His hard
cock was trapped between their bodies. Meadow rubbed against it, her pussy
clutching on nothing. She no longer hungered for the food Durlach was going to
make. Her appetite had changed to the man who held her and kissed her as if he
couldn’t take his next breath without her.
    She moaned again. That little noise was enough to have
Durlach backing her up against the nearest wall. Meadow raised her arms to
clutch his shoulders. He shoved his hands under her shirt, caressing her belly
before lifting to cup her breasts. His thumbs grazed her taut nipples through
her bra.
    Durlach left her mouth and nibbled the side of her neck. “I
think you have too many clothes on compared to me. I need to take some off you
to make it fair.”
    He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it up over
her head and off. His head dipped and he swiped his tongue along the top of her
breasts. Meadow sucked in a breath. Durlach was moving fast, but it felt too
good to stop him. Her body in no way wanted her to slow things down, giving her
a resounding “hell no” just at the thought of it.
    Her bra soon landed on the kitchen floor with her shirt.
Meadow could only hold on to him as Durlach once again bent his head. This time
he sucked a nipple between his lips. The wetness between her legs increased,
and the ache deep inside her pussy throbbed at a tempo she couldn’t ignore. He
switched to her other breast, and she thrust her hips toward him.
    Durlach groaned as he released her nipple and returned to
nuzzling the side of her neck before dropping his hands to the waistband of her
jeans. With nimble fingers, he undid the button and zipper, then shoved a hand
down the front, caressing her pussy through her panties. Meadow pressed her
chest closer to his, her taut nipples rubbing against the hard planes of
muscle.
    “I know I should be cooking our dinner, but I’m not going to
be able to concentrate until I’ve given you pleasure,” Durlach said against her
skin. “Will you let me?”
    “The food can wait,” she replied on a gasp as Durlach’s
fingers stroked a particularly sensitive spot. “Pleasure first, then we can
eat.”
    “Good.”
    Durlach lifted his head but kept his eyes downcast while he
worked on freeing Meadow of her jeans. Once they lay in a pile on the floor, he
sank to his knees in front of her. He left a trail of kisses across her lower
belly and tugged her panties down her legs. After she stepped out of them, he
ran his hands back up her inner thighs, nudging her to spread them open a
little wider.
    Meadow almost went on tiptoe as Durlach ran a finger along
her wet pussy before he replaced the digit with his mouth and tongue. He gave
her long, wet strokes, taking the time to circle her clit with each pass. She
moaned, her hands pressed flat on the wall at her sides. The knowledge that she
stood naked in her kitchen while she allowed a man, who she was on a first date
with, to eat her out flitted through her mind. But at the moment, all that
mattered was that Durlach continue what he was doing. There was no room for
embarrassment. Only pure pleasure.
    Her orgasm inched closer to the surface once Durlach pushed
a finger and then a second into her pussy. His talented tongue continued to
stimulate her clit as he plunged the two digits in and out. Meadow squeezed her
inner walls around them, heightening the sensations she felt. No longer able to
hold still, she thrust her hips to match the pace he set.
    Durlach worked her faster. He seemed to know exactly where
to stroke and lick to have her panting with need. After that, it didn’t take
much to have her whimpering his name while her body shattered into a million
pieces in climax. He didn’t stop sucking on her clit until the last wave hit
her, her moans increasing in volume with each contraction of her inner muscles.
    Her body weak, Meadow watched Durlach rise to his