Page 16 of Goldie's Grumpy Grizzly
“And I’m going to lick every single drop of nectar you give me.” Then I dip my head and slide my tongue along her slit, smiling when I hear her gasp above me.
Chapter Seven
Rae
Cole spreads me open, then fully buries his face between my legs. He lashes at me, dragging his long, rough tongue against my sensitive flesh. On trembling legs, I arch my back and press into him. Wanting more. Needing more.
His hungry mouth roves over my pussy, sucking and slurping noisily. The sound of it echoes in my ears, bounces off the walls. Mingles with my whimpers and cries. Then he finds that little nub of pleasure and a low, throaty purr escapes me as he lays claim to my cunt with his filthy kisses.
Never have I felt like this.
So wanted and desired.
So utterly exposed.
“I dreamed about you. About this,” I rasp, hips rocking against his hot tongue. “About you touching me. Tasting me.”
“I’m going to do more than touch and taste. I’m going to devour you, Goldie. Make you mine. You’ll come on my fingers, my tongue, my cock. You’ll scream my name and beg for more.”
“Promises, promises,” I whimper as he presses a thick finger to my slick opening. “Show me.”
Then he slides in, and I clench around his finger, moaning. In response, he turns his head and lightly sinks his teeth into the curve of my ass.
The shock of it shoots an arrow of desire lancing through me, and I rock my hips backward while he takes a sharp intake of breath.
“Cole.” My thighs burn as I impale myself on his finger, over and over. But somehow, it’s not enough. “More.”
Then, in a flash, he spins me around. His mouth captures mine and I can taste traces of my own sweetness as he dominates the kiss. Hard and rough, his kiss inflames me, and two fingers plunge into my virgin pussy.
Hot.
Insistent.
Possessive.
Oh God, yes.
He stretches me, and I moan.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Goldie. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much your scent drives me crazy?”
His words urge me to hike my hips higher and harder. I take more of his fingers into my tight channel, feeling both impossibly full and not full enough as I grow desperate with each pump of my hips.
His eyes gleam quicksilver, shining with barely controlled restraint as he bends his head and captures one nipple in his mouth. One sharp suck, a clever twist of his fingers, and he hits a spot that has me mewling. Grinding. Fisting my hands in his hair.
He growls into my ear. “That’s it, baby. Let me give this pussy everything she wants. I want you dripping. Soaking me.”
I claw at his shoulders, sobbing. “I want you.”
When his mouth slips over my neck and his palm grinds against my clit, I shatter. A rush of heat shudders through my body, pouring over his fingers. He withdraws, brings his hand to his mouth and he licks my come off his hands with a look of ecstasy on his face while the hunger inside me roars to life again.
I eye the thick, hard length of his wet, shining cock, and while he’s busy licking every last trace of me from his fingers, I grip him in my hand. He hisses, frozen in place while I sit on the tiled bench running along the far edge of the shower.
“Rae…”
“Let me.” I give him a testing stroke. His eyes light up, burning with lust as I wrap both hands around him. “Can’t even get my fingers to touch, Cole. Is this another one of those shifter gifts, too?”
He nods. “Bear-sized man. Bear-sized…”
