Velvet Haven

coming into my body. You cannot believe how erotic it is.”
    “Yes, I can.” She arched as his palm rested beneath her breast. “I know what it feels like. I can feel you inside me, too. Your energy. The hum that comes off your body, I can feel it working deep into mine.”
    His breath hissed and she felt his hips press into her backside. He was hard—unbelievably hard. And that special vibration of his worked up her back and down into her sex, where it languished, teasing her with a glimpse of what it would be like to feel him deep inside her.
    “Pull me deeper,” he urged, wrapping his body around hers. “Take me inside, muirnin , and suck me in deep.”
    Pressing in, Bran reached for the delicate lace edging, then tore the white cotton in half, letting her panties fall, sopping wet, to the floor of the shower. She was now naked, the full globes of her ass beckoning his hand to rub them.
    She whimpered as he grabbed for her hips and took them in his palms, angling her back toward him until he had her positioned in just the right way that her pink sex was visible and shimmering with arousal.
    “What are you going to do to me?” she gasped through hurried breaths.
    He lowered himself until he was kneeling behind her and looked up to meet her gaze. “What is it you want me to do to you?”
    He pressed into her, moving his head to the side, so she could see everything as he let his mouth glide down her rounded bottom, until it reached the curved hollow. With a flick of his tongue, he licked an errant drop of water that had dripped onto his lips.
    “C’mon, muirnin , tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    She didn’t answer him, just twisted her body in order to watch him at work. He bit her then, a little lover’s bite, a bite that aroused her—and him.
    “You want my mouth here?” he asked, parting her sex, exposing her. She nodded, as she stood beneath the water raining down from the showerhead, watching him.
    “Bran,” she moaned. “I want your mouth everywhere.”

    Jesus! He loved the sound of her voice and the way the water rushed over her body and along her curves, shaping her, in an erotic rhythm that mesmerized him. Her moans burned in his ears, and the way her ass moved in his hands was more than magic.
    If it was the last thing he did, he was going to lick her until she cried out his name as she came.
    Pressing in, he kissed her there, the pink skin of her pussy, lapping the wetness away from his lips, savoring her taste. Her juices were flowing even more heavily for him than that first night. And the way she was trembling, her fingers scratching at the beige tiles, made him want to stretch this out, made him want her to beg for release.
    So he dipped his head in again and dragged his tongue along her slick flesh and watched as her bottom moved, answering the swipe of his tongue.
    He was flicking her clitoris when he saw her hand slide down the slick tiles. He moved in, sucked her clit between his lips. She tossed back her head and moaned, deep and long, and his blood sang in his veins, mixing with Mairi’s energy.
    He couldn’t look away from her hand cupping her breast and the way her fingers slid over her wet nipple. She began to knead, to cup them both in her hands and press them together, teasing him with glimpses of pink nipples.
    He knew then he had to get in there, between her breasts, to feel her warmth surrounding his pounding cock.
    He stood up, roughly gripped her thigh and hooked it over his. She met his gaze, her lashes wet and heavy with water, her lips full and ready to commit carnal sin. Her breasts were still in her hands, but now she was tugging on her nipples, rolling them as her tongue streaked across her lower lip. He pulled her hips back, her sex already exposed and slick, and slid between her pussy, finding her clitoris with the tip of his erection.
    “This is what a pierced cock feels like, muirnin . Get ready to scream.”
    She gasped as the little metal ball at the top of his cock grazed her clit and slid over the taut bud, rolling along it, sensitizing it with alternate strokes of smooth metal and hot male flesh. She felt so fucking good that Bran forgot about the fact that she was supposed to kill him.

    Oh my God . . . In her mind, that was all Mairi was able to say. Her clit was on fire, her lips stretched wide with the width of Bran’s shaft. The piercing at the end of his cock teased her clitoris, making it hard and erect. She throbbed there,