Marisa Chenery: Forever Claimed

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "If you're uncomfortable with anything I do, tell me and I'll stop."

Algar lowered his head and gently took her mouth with his lips. Kamryn kissed him back, opening to allow him entry when he dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips. As he tasted her, twining his tongue with hers, all nervousness melted away.

Arousal thrummed through her body, taking its place.

She settled her hands on his muscular chest. The hard length of his cock rested against her belly. The feel of it, thick and long, had her pussy growing wet. Letting herself go, she pressed against his shaft, eliciting a deep groan from him. She increased the pressure of her lips and sucked on his tongue.

His mouth still moving over hers, Algar backed her toward the bed. Kamryn slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed his jacket down his arms. He let go of her only long enough for the jacket to fall to the floor. Without a second thought, she reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it up. Algar pulled it over his head and dropped it on top of his jacket.

Kamryn ran her gaze down his naked chest, drinking him in. She stroked his smooth skin, tracing the large muscles. Going lower, she encountered cut washboard abs that she longed to drag her tongue across. She'd never been with a man as muscular as Algar, but she'd always wanted to. She had fantasized about what it would be like to kiss and lick every inch of a hard body. Now it looked as if she was going to get her chance to turn her fantasy into reality.

Algar thumbed her taut nipples through her top. She met his gaze, finding his eyes heavy with desire. Her breath caught. Kamryn leaned into his touch, wanting more. Understanding showed in his gaze as he pulled off her top.

As she stood in her bra and jeans, Algar bent and pressed a string of kisses across the top of her breasts while he unhooked her bra at her back. His hands skimmed the straps down her arms and off. He covered her breasts, stroking his thumbs back and forth across her nipples.

"So beautiful," he said against her skin, kissing his way down to one of her breasts.

Kamryn gasped when Algar's tongue circled a tight nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. While he sucked, wetness leaked out of her pussy, dampening her panties. Her heart raced in anticipation.

She brought her hands to his face and threaded her fingers in Algar's hair, holding him to her. "Just like that," she moaned.

Algar shifted to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. His hands stroked her sides to the waistband of her jeans. While continuing to suck at her breast, he undid the button and zipper. He pushed her jeans past her hips; they fell to pool at her ankles. Kamryn stepped out of the jeans and kicked them away.

He lifted his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered her slowly to the bed. She watched him climb up beside her, stretching out at her side.

Algar took her hand and led it to the large bulge his jeans constrained. "Touch me, Kamryn. I want to feel your hands on me."

Not having to be asked twice, she undid his jeans. With no underwear to hinder it, his cock sprang free when she parted the front. She trailed her fingers along his shaft before circling the head with the tip of one finger. He moaned and a bead of pre-cum surfaced.

Shifting to her side so she faced him, she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and stroked. He pumped his hips, driving his erection into her grip. She looked down, feeling herself get wetter, as she watched him strain against her.

Algar pulled her hand away and nudged her onto her back. He lifted himself up on one elbow and used the tip of a finger to draw lazy circles around her nipples. "I have to taste you, Kamryn. The scent of your arousal is driving me crazy, in a good way."

She lifted her hips in invitation when Algar skimmed a hand down her stomach to the top of her panties. "Yes," she breathed.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulled off her panties. Once she was free of them, Algar shifted lower on her body and settled between her thighs. He licked the underside of her breast before he kissed a path across her ribs and then down her stomach. At her belly button, he swirled his tongue inside it. He continued downward and used his shoulders to spread her legs open even wider. Kamryn held her breath when he blew across her pussy. But instead of going where she needed to be touched the most, Algar rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh.

Doing it twice more, he had her clutching at the covers beneath her, ready to scream in frustration.

"Algar," she panted.

"Is this what you want?" He dragged his tongue against her pussy.

"Oh, God. More."

When he did it again, she arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed. Arousal pounded inside her. Her body quivered, needing the release Algar could give.

Spreading her folds, he circled her clit with his tongue before he sucked on it. An intense wave of pleasure shot through her body. She let out a whimpered moan. Algar lapped and sucked on her clit until she was grinding against his mouth. Her body coiled tighter as her orgasm edged nearer.

One finger, then another, pushed inside her. Algar pumped them in and out, while he stroked her clit with his tongue. Kamryn squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers, increasing the pleasure coursing through her body. Lifting her hips in time with his moving fingers, she moaned.

"I'm going . . . to . . . . Ah." Kamryn could barely form the words with her orgasm almost upon her.

"I want you to come," Algar said. "I want to taste you while you find your release."

He replaced his fingers with his stiffened tongue and used his thumb to stroke her clit at the same time. It was enough to send Kamryn flying. Moaning, she climaxed against his mouth. He continued to lick her pussy until he wrung all he could out of her. When it was over, she went boneless on the bed.

Algar moved up her body and buried his face into the crook of her neck. She expected him to take off his jeans and sheath his still-hard cock inside her, but he didn't.

He only lay on top of her, panting.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Algar?" He may have given her a great orgasm, but she wanted his cock inside her, bringing her to another one.

"Just give me a minute," he said against her neck.

She stroked his back as he took in great gulps of air. It was almost a full minute before he lifted his head. He stared down at her with a mix of emotions flitting across his face. The look of hunger remained, but a look of tenderness had now joined it. He lay motionless atop her and made no move to finish what they'd started, though his erection lay nestled between them.

Starting to feel as if she may have done something wrong, Kamryn asked, "Are you all right? I thought you wanted—"

Algar cut her off with a brush of his lips. "I still want to, but I've decided I don't want to rush things. I think I'm moving a little too fast. I want to be able to take my time, make love to you until neither one of us can move."

At Algar's words, her body started to respond again. Her pussy clenched with arousal. She smiled suggestively. "I don't have anything else to do today."

He smiled back. "You might not, but I do." He ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. "I want to do this right, Kamryn. I have something to do tonight, but I want to spend what is left of it right here in your bed. Will you let me come back even though it'll be really late?"

Kamryn wasn't about to refuse. She wanted him any way she could get him.

"Yes, you can come back. I'll probably still be awake anyway. I haven't quite adjusted to the time change."

"Then I'll come back."

Algar proceeded to kiss her until he had her moaning into his mouth and straining against him. Breathless, lost in a haze of arousal, Kamryn watched him get off the bed and do up his jeans around his still erect cock. She ached to have it buried deep inside her pussy.