Page 34 of Hex and the Kitty (Whispering Pines #9)

THIRTY-FOUR

M olly gasped at the heat from his body seeping into her, and his tongue slid into her mouth, searching for hers. The instant he made contact, she melted into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him like it was her first damn kiss. When she compared all other kisses to this one, it may have indeed been her first real kiss.

Warrick lifted her off the floor and set her on the dining room table, never breaking their kiss. She spread her hips and wound her legs around his backside. His length pressed against her core.

Her fingers tangled through his hair. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers caressed her breasts over her top. Molly wanted more. She wanted skin-on-skin contact. Repositioning her hands, she ran her fingers down his side to the hem of his shirt. Without hesitating, she ran the tips of her fingers under his shirt.

Warrick shivered under her touch. She was rewarded with a low, sexy rumble rising in his chest. It drove her to become bolder in touching him in ways she wouldn’t have necessarily risked before now.

His hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers scorching each inch of her bare skin they came in contact with.

“God, that feels so good,” she moaned, breaking away from the kiss and tossing her head back, loving every single touch.

“Mmm. Your skin is soft,” he growled, nibbling on her neck and ear.

Molly’s heart stopped when she saw muscle after rippling muscle covering his chest, abs, and arms. She wanted to kiss him all over.

When she finally composed herself, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Any shyness she’d once had was long gone.

He kissed a path through the valley of her breasts and down her stomach. “Lie back,” he growled.

She didn’t hesitate and getting as comfortable as possible on the hard table.

With one swift move, he yanked her clothes and tossed them to the floor. He pushed her legs apart with his hands. “I need to taste you.”

That was all the warning she got before his head was buried between her legs, and his tongue flicked across her clit.

“Oh, God!” Molly shouted her surprise at his quick action.

“You taste even better than I imagined.” He flattened his tongue and slid it up her pussy and back down. Her mind was ready to explode. She wondered what the acceptable amount of time was for her first orgasm to rock her world or if she should even care.

“Oh, God! Warrick!” Molly shouted, her legs shaking as he pushed her closer and closer to her climax.

“I want you to come for me. I want you to come all over my face.” He slid a finger into her channel, followed by another. That was all it took for her to fly to the stars. Her head thrashed back and forth, her entire body quaking.

“You are so beautiful.”

Warrick never slowed his motions. He scissored his fingers in and out of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“I need you inside me,” she cried out. “Please!”

Molly knew how desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. She needed this man more than she needed the oxygen filling her lungs.

“I want you to bend over,” he nipped at her thigh.

Molly hopped off the table, not needing to be told twice. Just the promise of having him inside her made her move quicker than ever.

Warrick pushed his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gasped when she saw the equipment package the gods had endowed him with.

“I need to be in you,” Warrick growled.

He wrapped his fingers around her waist and spun her around. Kicking her legs apart, he placed the head of his cock against her entrance.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried out as a fresh wave of anticipation washed over her.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“So sure.”

Warrick grunted as he slammed deep inside of her in one rapid move.

“Oh, Goddess!” Molly cried out at the sudden intrusion. She felt her muscles stretching to accommodate not only his length but his girth as well. She rocked back against him. His hands moved up her hips and sides, cupping her breasts.

“You feel incredible,” Warrick moaned, grinding his hips, pushing deeper into her before pulling back and going again.

“Warrick,” she groaned, unable to think of another word. She wanted to tell him how good it felt to have him so deep inside of her, but the possibility of forming a coherent sentence disappeared the more he moved.

Her muscles expanded and contracted around him with each stroke. Molly bit back a groan, trying like hell to keep her climax at bay.

He bit and licked her back and neck. His hand roamed her body freely, caressing each of her curves. Her climax continued to build to the point she thought her body might explode if she didn’t find a release soon.

“More!” she cried.

“Mmm. Is this what you want?” Warrick wrapped his fingers tightly around her hips. He pulled out to the tip and rammed his cock right back in. She had gotten used to him pausing to grind deeper into her. This time though, he pulled right back out and slammed right back in, not slowing his pace, not pausing to give her time to recover.

It was exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she had been dreaming about with him.

He reached around and rubbed her clit. He bit the back of her neck, all the while slowly pushing his cock deeper into her.

The pressure inside Molly continued to build. She laid her head flat against the table and sucked in several calming breaths. Her system felt like it was on overload, with every nerve ending firing off at the exact same time.

“That’s it, love.”

Warrick’s voice reached her ears, but she had no idea what he said. All she could do was feel. Feel everything that he was giving her.

“Warrick,” she cried.

He pressed his finger harder against her clit, rubbing it faster than he had before. Pulling out to the tip, he slowly slid back in her.

The pressure inside of her body doubled, then tripled with each stroke.

“Warrick! I’m going to come!” she cried.

“That’s it, love. Do it,” he said, picking up his pace.

Her climax crashed into her, harder than she had ever experienced.

When she finally started to float back to earth and, more importantly, back to reality, Warrick slowed his pace and slipped his cock from her. He scooped her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” she mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder.

“I’m glad I was the one to give you that. Just so you know, I’m nowhere near done with you,” he said, laying her on the bed.

The promise of even more mind-blowing sex with Warrick had Molly’s body ready to go again. Heat pooled between her thighs as she thought about all the things they had just done.

Warrick crawled between her legs and lifted her hips. He palmed his cock, stroking it up and down before positioning it at her entrance.

“Do you want my cock back inside of you?”

The way he looked at her. The promise of more orgasms. She absolutely wanted more.

“Yes!”

To keep from coming too soon, Warrick bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted blood. He needed hours … no days … to get his fill of this beauty beneath him. The second he slammed into her, her sex gripped his length and squeezed. He nearly exploded right there on the spot. It had taken every ounce of self-control to hold back.

There was so much more he wanted to do with her, to do to her. He wanted to push her limits and see what she could handle.

He pulled out and slammed back into her. He loved the rise and fall of her chest when she gasped for breath with each hard thrust.

Warrick wanted to be the one to give her the moon and the stars. He had no idea why this felt so imperative, but it did.

The look on her face, her lust-filled emerald eyes gazing up at him, sent his body into overdrive. He wanted her to know he was the only one who could give the orgasms she craved, the pleasure her body needed.

He pistoned his hips in and out of her at record speed. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust. He pushed back as his tiger wanted to claim Molly for himself.

Her legs started to tremble. A slight blush covered her body.

“Warrick!”

He loved hearing her scream his name in the heat of the moment. He had never heard anything so sexy in his entire life.

He waited until she had passed the height of her climax before pulling out and flipping her onto her belly. Pushing her legs open with his knee, he stretched his body over hers and aligned his length with her sex. She rocked up against him, urging him on.

She sighed as he eased back into her.

“Get on your knees.”

“I’m good with that,” she said, positioning herself as he had asked.

Molly pushed back against him, enticing him. He palmed her cheeks, squeezing them as he pushed deep inside of her.

The sound of her moans filled his ears, driving deeper and harder with each thrust.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head slightly back and arching her body.

With each thrust, he was panting for air just as hard as she was. Molly met him thrust for thrust. She gave as much as she took.

He pulled out and rammed back into her. Picking up his pace to damn near record speeds, the entire bed jumped across the floor with every slam. Molly clenched around him. He thrust into her once more, jetting deep into her.

Molly collapsed beneath him, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said once she had finally caught her breath.

It was more than amazing. It was perfection.