Vet's Desire by Angela Verdenius Page A

of his tongue
against the pulse and whirling the roughness against her skin.
    And then he
fastened his mouth on her and sucked, shooting flames of liquid
heat to the apex of her thighs.
    With his mouth
at her throat and his hard thigh pressed against her, all hardness
against sensitivity, she could only press closer, trying to
wriggle, and then she nearly exploded when his other hand slid
beneath the waistband of her panties, unerringly gliding through
the curls that protected her secrets and beyond, over her mound and
down, those long, skilled fingers trailing a burning path between
her sheltering labia and downward, ever downward, wickedly brushing
her clitoris, pushing against it and making her arch up and whimper
before they moved onward relentlessly, slipping through damp folds
and further, further, and then he was there, one finger pushing at
the entrance to her body before sliding unerringly into her
sheath.
    She nearly fell
apart then and there. Her blood rushed through her, roaring in her
ears, tingling with fire that licked through her body as he played
her.
    Dimly she felt
him leave her throat and then his mouth claimed hers again. He took
her mouth as his finger thrust deep and withdrew before pushing
deep again. And then he turned his hand, hooking his finger and
dragging backwards, and she almost exploded then and there.
    Caught up in
prurience, she dimly felt his finger leave her, and even as she
whimpered her desperation she felt his hands at her waist, heard
his voice hot at her ear giving instructions she couldn’t remember
but obeyed.
    A little hop on
her part, his hands at her waist lifting at the same time, and then
she was sitting on the edge of the table. She didn’t know where her
panties had gone, all she knew was that Tim was between her spread
thighs, his eyes hot as he looked down at her, and her arms were
wrapped around his neck.
    Taking
something from his back pocket and tossing it onto the table beside
her, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, his boxers
following to bunch at his knees. Moving forward, he caught her
mouth while taking her arms from his neck and positioning them back
on the table, bending over her, crowding her backwards so that she
rested on her elbows.
    He pushed her
t-shirt up, exposing her bra, and without pause he flicked the
clasp open, pushing the white lace aside so that her breasts were
freed. Without hesitation he moved downward, taking one nipple in
deep and sucking firmly, making her tip her head back and gasp for
air as that delicious heat surged through her again.
    She couldn’t
think, couldn’t manage anything except to feel him, his clean, male
scent teasing her senses with every ragged breath she took, the
calluses on his hands scraping languidly along her sides as he
feasted on her breasts.
    And sweet
mercy, his hard thighs between her own, spreading her legs further
apart, his hardness pressed between them.
    Restlessly,
caught up in carnal heat, she lifted her legs, rubbing her thighs
against the outside of his, pressing herself unashamedly against
him.
    His mouth was
on her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button, and she
shuddered, flying higher.
    As though
sensing how close to the edge she was, Tim lifted his head, looking
up the length of her body with hot eyes, and then he straightened,
keeping one hand low on her belly as he did so. Reaching to the
side, he picked up the object he’d tossed there earlier and brought
it to his mouth, catching the edge of it between strong, white
teeth and ripping it open. Taking the condom out, he rolled it over
his shaft, and now she could see how thick he was, how long, and
she wanted him in her - now.
    “Stay there,”
he commanded huskily. “Right there.” One hand on her belly, one
encircling his shaft, guiding him as he looked down to watch.
    Watched her as
his shaft caressed her curls, saw her secrets as the thick head of
his shaft parted her labia, pushing between the sensitive flesh