Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

completely at his mercy. “I think we’re going to use that mouth of yours for something other than trying to torment me.” He cupped her face and kissed her, a long, leisurely, hungry kiss.
    He moved behind her head, his impressive erection over her face. Her heart beat faster, her thigh muscles twitched with arousal and her mouth watered at the sight of him standing there, long and thick and so on fire for her. She knew what he was doing. Claiming her. Showing her who she belonged to.
    Feeling in control.
    She had gone from simply going along with his silly domination routine to wanting his pleasure above all else, even above her own. Whatever he needed, she wanted to provide. Without her hands, Emma realized she had to really work at understanding how to please him—to pleasure him. And she never wanted him to forget this moment—or her, and what she could do to him. When he moved into position above her, she rubbed her face against him, all over him, almost purring like a cat. She saw his start of surprise and he stopped trying to take control from her, allowing her to nuzzle him.
    Jake was shocked at the sensations exploding through him just at the feeling of her face rubbing along his shaft, at the sensuality of the act itself. He was shocked at how she loved him, never pulling away, never turning her face from him. Her eyes went soft, almost glazed, as if by giving him pleasure, she was enjoying herself, even delighting in her sensual play. His breath nearly stopped when she took him in her mouth, not deep, just enough to apply slow, wet heat and soft suction. Just enough for her tongue to curl and tease around and under the mushroomed head where he was most sensitive.
    She made him soft inside—like mush—when his body was rock-hard. He looked down at her face, her eyes half closed, long lashes like two thick crescents fluttering against her skin, her mouth worshiping him. Worshiping. He had been with a lot of women and none had ever looked like that. Enthralled with giving him pleasure. Caring that she took him to another place. Other women had fallen under his domination and submitted to his will, wanting their reward—wanting him to pleasure them . Thinking they would come away with a ring on their finger and a fat bank account at their disposal.
    She kissed the broad, flat head and then along his shaft before sliding her mouth over him again in a slow, loving movement that nearly had him on his knees. She sucked gently, the feel of her tight mouth sizzling along every nerve ending he had. Her mouth left him again so she could give the same treatment to his balls. He was already tight, boiling hot, and she nuzzled, kissed and licked him with that same purring vibration that nearly drove him wild.
    He was melting, damn it, turning inside out. She was taking control of him again, making love to him.
    He felt the emotion wrapping around him like living silk, squeezing him, milking him, tightening around his heart the way her mouth tightened around his cock—strangling him until he couldn’t breathe for the pleasure.
    He caught her long hair, wrapping it around his fists, startling her. His heart beat too fast, nearly exploding in his chest. His lungs burned for lack of air. He took back control the only way he knew how, taking over, forcing her compliance when she would have given it to him freely, because if he didn’t—if he didn’t—he would be lost for all time. Her mouth was tight as he slid deeper. Jake thrust his hips closer, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
    “Come on, honey, you can do it. Breathe. Take me farther. I love the feel of your mouth and throat squeezing me like this. You want this as much as I do. This is one of those lessons that is very important. Relax your throat for me.” He didn’t want her to ever know that she had cut him off at the knees with her lovemaking. He couldn’t let that happen.
    Emma wasn’t certain what happened. One moment she was thoroughly enjoying herself, loving him, feeling his response, and the next he was treating her objectively, as if her only reason for living was to service him. Was that his only way of receiving pleasure? She tried to please him, struggling to take his thickness, feeling the need in him, the pleasure bursting through him. Her throat was sore from his size and he controlled every move, which was just a little frightening, but also vaguely exciting to her. His fists were tight on either side of her head, as he slid in and