Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book two

It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gaily helped her with the dishes while she beautifully sang an Italian aria a capella. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.

After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night's frustrated dreams. She needed to make it all right, make love to Mark and remove the contamination of that before their wedding, of the lewd dreams she was subject to.

"Mmmmmm, what a handsome man you are, Mark Denning," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."

Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, angel, along with the music and the liquor. I think I need something erotically stimulating."

Again, DesirЋe kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! She wanted to forget everything that she had done two months ago, that she dreamed had been done to her while he had been away in the capital. It was necessary that they intimately reach one another! It had to be tonight – it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time!

"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whispered into his face. "No inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling, love anyway you want it!"

His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind, but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.

Finally, he said: "Inhibitions? Anyway I want it? What do you mean, baby? Do either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it, and that was oral sex!

Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.

"No answers will you get from me, lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Dezzy after your shower, all over, darling, all over!"

Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droned into his head.

The phone rang and he answered it. It was one of the sentries the council had ordered to be placed around town for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Lobo-bastard, should he call Chief Anderson or him?

"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can! He's a killer!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.

As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to fuck and come when they did it, to feel release after their separation. That simple, nothing more, and he just better do it for her as he had done for Priscilla this afternoon. At that thought, his conscience pricked.

"Come on, baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry, your kitten is waiting!"

She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, short see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamer film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone exciting him lustfully. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.

"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," he answered, noting the bottle of champagne and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.

"What was the phone call?"

"Nothing, nothing important."

"Good, come down here and make love to me," she purred softly.

Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body, suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him! In his short time away he had forgotten how sexy and sensual she was becoming.

"Mmmm, you taste so nice, Mr. Denning. And you smell just gorgeous."

"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous, didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous, men smell like animals."

"Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately kindling his desire.

Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins.

"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.

"I know, because I love you!" she vehemently replied.

"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk.

"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean, you're going to fuck me?"

Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did – did I hear right?" he half choked.

"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"

"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes! I'm going to fuck you baby!"

"Oh God, I want you to, darling!"

"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy, little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.

"Yes, oh yes, I want you too, fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"

Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know, or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you, Christ, I do! My own little DesirЋe!"

"Mark, darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it, fuck, make love – fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Lobo than the presence of humans, especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her new place, where she had moved from the other place where he had first tasted her delights. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.

He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft whispers of affection!