Kathi S Barton - [Aaron's Kiss 04] by Karen Fuller Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t help himself; he needed to see her again. Tucker moved through the door without any problems. Then moved into the apartment above the same way—by magic. He knew the way; her scent called to him. Her blood called to his. As his mate there were no boundaries.
    Sam was sleeping soundly. Tucker’s breath caught at the vision before him. She was naked, bared to the moonlight spilling over every inch of her lush body. He touched her gently with his mind and hit the wall she had erected around herself. When he pushed a little harder, she stirred slightly in her sleep. He backed out and stared down at her.
    She was lovelier than he had ever thought her to be.
    Her left breast was exposed and even though he knew he would regret it, Tucker leaned down and licked her nipple then blew a soft, warm breath across it. Her nipple puckered and her breast tightened immediately. It was a tantalizing sight and one he couldn’t resist. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. He wanted one more taste, he thought, just once more small taste.
    He bent lower and pulled the pebble-sized delight into his mouth, suckling gently at first then harder when she moaned quietly and arched up toward him. He pulled away, knowing that it was much too late now to stop. He needed to have a taste of her.
    Moving her legs apart gently, he moved between them and touched her nether lips once, twice, until finally, he pushed his long finger inside of her. Both of them moaned at the sensations. The tightness of her nearly made him want to wake her for more, so much more. As he moved his fingers inside of her, he watched her body respond to his movements and hoped that she wouldn’t wake up. His need for release was making him take chances that he would never do normally. Instead of leaving like he should have, he reached down with his free hand, unsnapped his pants, and pulled the zipper tab down. His cock, stiff and achy, sprang forward into his fist. He moved his fist up and down his shaft in time with the movement of his finger. As he felt her wetness soaking his hand, he pushed two, then three fingers in her wet heat, her body moving with him, undulating and pushing against him, her sheath milking his fingers like he imaged her doing to his cock. Their moans filled the small bedroom, his deeper, hers a sensual concert over his already fevered body.
    His body was ready to explode, so close he knew he may come at any second, and he could feel her release was close too, and smell it on her. He needed to taste her creamy essences, her spicy juices overwhelming. Just a taste, he promised himself, and leaned down to take her pussy into his mouth. He licked hard against her clit, gathering as much of her cream as he could on his tongue, and drank, lapping more and more into him and down his throat. As she jerked up into a hard release a loud scream, Tucker came as well. His cum jettisoned onto his shirt and hand as he continued to taste her until the last tremor died away.
    With her climax, her scent, her special smell for him, strengthened by her release. It poured into him. He could smell the peaches and cream as though they were spread out before him just as she was. With a final lap of her juices on her thighs, he leaned his head against the mattress for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath.
    Tucker had never meant to take her like that. What he had done was akin to rape and he knew then that he had been no better than Marta when it came to taking what she had wanted. He felt guilty about it, felt as if he had betrayed her with what he had done. He promised himself that he would make it up to her. Tucker raised his head to see if she still slept and looked right into her beautiful eyes.
    He didn’t move, didn’t even so much as breathe. When she turned her head on a heavy sigh, closing her eyes as she went, he pulled the shadows around himself and dematerialized from her room before it was too late. He was nearly to his lair when he thought maybe he