Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

and she fell over the edge, screaming as the explosion ripped through her.
    Wave after wave, an endless, merciless series of orgasms rocked her body, leaving her weak and breathless. She writhed and bucked under him, unable to stop moving as the mind-numbing pleasure ripped through her body, her mouth opening wide, her vision blurring. Stars burst behind her eyes.
    Jake felt her body clamp down on his, the wet heat gripping and squeezing, while her shattered cry of ecstasy drove him on, wanting everything for him, wanting her to feel the way she made him feel.
    Alive. So alive. So hot and wild and beyond any fantasy she could ever imagine. He wanted her tied to him, by this. Sex so perfect she’d never find it with anyone else. He wanted her limp in his arms, drained and exhausted and so sated she couldn’t think of any other man ever touching her skin.
    He gripped her hips, tilted her just that much more and slammed home again and again, while her body rippled and fought. She stiffened, shuddered, and he felt the grip of her, an intense bite of her muscles clamping down like a vise. His lungs burned for air, breathing so hard, the ragged gasps nearly hurt.

    The low growls rumbling in his chest were animalistic, but he couldn’t stop them with his leopard so close and the pleasure pumping through him like a rush of adrenaline.
    He lost every bit of sanity, every bit of reason, as her body clamped down around his, sending agonizing pleasure tearing through his body. He was so hot he thought he might burn up, turn to ashes, but he couldn’t stop driving into her, seeking release, seeking the ultimate high. Then it came. He stilled. A heartbeat. A second. The rush was a roar of insanity, tearing through every muscle and sinew, every cell, his very bones, and for a moment he feared he wouldn’t survive the explosive release rocketing through him.
    The tidal wave started somewhere in his toes and ripped up his body, through his thighs, and centered like a tsunami in his groin. His release was harsh, erupting like a volcano, exploding, tearing through him with such force his body shuddered and strained as he emptied himself. The roaring in his ears was like thunder, and even his vision changed.
    Emma would have collapsed but he held her up with an ease that shocked her. He was enormously strong as he lowered them both to the floor. He rolled her to her side, still buried deep in her body, his hands cupping her breasts as they lay locked together on the floor. His breath came in rough gasps as her body continued to pulse around his, gripping, milking, relaxing and starting the cycle all over again.
    She tried to speak but no sound emerged, and she feared that every brain cell was beyond repair and she was incapable of thought, let alone speech.
    Jake pushed the silky fall of hair aside and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot where his teeth had held her. He had taken many women, been serviced by many more, but nothing had prepared him for the orgasm that had ripped through him, exploding with such force. The hard ejaculation had given him peace for the first time. He knew he had a silly grin on his face, elation sweeping through him, and he kissed the nape of her neck, moving just a little to feel the joy as another spill of her slick heat washed over him.
    Her body shuddered against his and she turned her head slowly to look at him. Her eyes were glazed, her body limp. He bent forward to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back.
    “Easy now, honey. This will hurt for a moment.” His leopard had been too close to the surface and he knew she was going to feel his withdrawal. He fastened his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue along hers as he pulled his cock from her body.
    The pain flashed through her as his cock dragged over her sensitive wall, chafing her as he pulled free.
    He swallowed her soft cry, deepening the kiss. He moved first, rolling over and coming up on his knees. His cock was long and thick, even in his semi-hard state, one normal for him. He couldn’t quite let go of her; not yet. He knew it was always going to be the same with him. She was an addiction, one he would need to have sated over and over.
    Emma lay on the floor looking up at Jake as he knelt over her, his hand on his cock, absently sliding his palm along his shaft, watching her with hooded, glittering eyes. He was so male, so dark and intoxicating. Raw sexuality in its purest form. Her only sexual experience had been with Andrew, and he had