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I pretended to pout. “I don’t want to talk about another female. I want to talk about these terrible things.”
“You are in a feisty mood. Did your run go well? Did you send her crying back to GranitePaw?”
“Would it turn you on if I had?”
He gave me a sly, wolfish smile. “I’m already turned on, as you so relentlessly pointed out.”
I flopped back onto the bed and stretched contently.
“Now you just don’t play fair,” he growled.
“Well, perhaps this will chill your blood. GranitePaw wants to poach us.”
“As in you and I join GranitePaw?”
I lazily propped myself up on my elbows. “I told her if it was a serious offer, Thessa and Kyle would need to trot their little paws across the park and ask us themselves.”
He tossed away his belt and stepped out of his pants. Without a word, he came over to the bed and yanked my sweatpants down over my ass. He bent down and kissed just below my navel, fingers working my pants lower.
“Pink,” he murmured, kissing the triangle of silk. “I would not have guessed pink.”
“It can’t always be shades of blue.”
He pressed his lips lower. His tongue, a different sort of warm moistness, pressed against the silk and my clit, and my skin shivered and I couldn’t even moan. His tongue moved lightly, steadily, deftly, teasing me through the wet silk. Then one finger slid between my skin and the silk, grazing my core.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So wet already.”
He pulled my pants all the way off and tossed them aside, and now there were just the panties. I hooked my fingers under the silk at my hips to push them down, but he stopped me.
“What?” I demanded petulantly. He always was in a rush to get them off, and the one time I was in a rush to get them off, he had other plans.
He slid his finger along my slit through the panties, pushing the rough silk against my aching skin. I gasped. He kissed me again through the silk, circling my clit through it, then tracing the line of my slit. His hand cupped the back of one thigh, curled just enough to warn me to not think about squirming away.
“You’re torturing me,” I panted as I pawed at his hair with one hand.
He laughed softly, his breath adding to all of it before returning to probing my slit with his tongue through the silk. I mewled like a dumb kitten. It was gorgeous… and it was pure torment.
He slid one of his fingers between the silk and my body, grazing me with a satisfied sigh, and I moaned, pulling at his hair. His wrist twisted, and he seized the silk and wrenched it into a single thin strand.
The silk dug into my tender bits while his knuckles pressed into my pussy.
He loomed over me, twisting the silk tighter and tighter so it was like a cord against my clit and ass and dug into my hips and split my lips down the center, except where his knuckles pushed into me. He stared down at me, a wicked smile on his lips, as he shifted his hand, raking the silk against my clit and ass while his knuckles—just barely inside me—made me even wetter and more desperate.
He inhaled, and said, voice low and rough, “No, this is torture. Well, a very mild version of it, if you’re tender-pawed.”
I made a small strangled noise as he uncurled his pinky and slipped it inside me, circling my body and sampling my most private flesh. “I am… not… tender…”
He bent and kissed one breast, then the other, tenderly, gently, while his grip held my lower body in a raw-silk-cord binding, and his wrist twisted a bit more. “Is that a request?”
I arched, raking the silk cord, and moaned as he gently bathed one nipple, then the other, with his tongue. The mix of tenderness and roughness drove my mind insane. “Please,” I rasped.
“Please what?” he asked as he paid a great deal of attention to my left nipple at the expense of the right, which apparently had done him some great and terrible wrong given the amount of neglect it was enduring.
The silk between my legs tore.
I gasped as the tension released.
“What a tragedy,” he said, snapping the last suffering strand over my hip and tossing them away. He pulled his fingertips down my cheek and kissed me hungrily as he moved between my thighs, his cock brushing my skin.
