Black Dagger Brotherhood
Pressure and release, pressure and release, a little deeper each time. She closed her eyes, feeling his body moving on top of her, inside of her. This time the stretching, the way her interior yielded to him, the fullness, struck her as delicious, not scary. On instinct, she arched and as her hips cam back to level, she realized that his pelvis and her had come together.
She lifted her head and looked down. He was all the way in.
"How does it feel? You all right?" Butch's voice was ragged as his muscles flickered under sweat-soaked skin. And then his erection jerked.
A stinging pleasure lit off deep inside of her and she moaned. "Dear Virgin in the Fade...do that again. I can feel you when you do that."
"I have a better idea."
As he drew his hips back, she grabbed onto his shoulders to stop the sliding retreat. "No, don't stop--"
He moved forward, pushing back into her flesh, filling her once more. Marissa's eyes popped and she shuddered, especially as he went again with the retreat and advance.
"Yes..." she said. "Better. This is even better."
She watched him as he rode her so carefully, his pecs and his arms flexed up hard, his belly muscles curlind and uncurling as his hips rolled into her and relented.
"Oh...Butch." The vision of him, the feel of him. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on every little thing.
God, she hadn't expected sex to sound so erotic. With her lids closed, she heard the catch of his breath, the soft creaking of the bed, the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned one of his arms.
With every push and pull, she was getting hotter. And so was he. In no time, his slick skin went fever-baked and he began to breathe in short sucks of air.
"Yes..." she sighed.
She felt his hand go between their bodes. "Come for me baby. I want to feel you come like this."
He started in with a wicked, licking touch while keeping up with the slow pump. Within moments, lighting gathered in her core and exploded, blasting out all over her, the orgasm locking her onto him in a series of contractions.
"Oh...yeah," he said hoarsely. "Grab onto me. That's what I like...shit."
Okay, enough of Butch and Marissa. We really want to read about Butch and V right?!! Well here ya go!
Vishous stepped in close and slid his hand from Butch's shoulder to the back of his neck. "Your flesh," V breathed. Then he paused, as if asking for something.
Without thinking, Butch tilted his chin up, aware that he was offering himself, aware that he...oh, fuck. He stopped his thoughts, completely weirded out by the vibe that had sprung up from God only knew where.
In slow motion Vishous's dark head dropped down and there was a silken brush as his goatee moved against Butch's throat. With delicious precision, V's fangs pressed against the vein that ran up from Butch's heart, then slowly, inexorably, punched through skin. Their chests merged.
Butch closed his eyes and absorbed the feel of it all, the warmth of their bodies so close, the way V's hair felt soft on his jaw, the slide of a powerful male arm as it slipped around his waist. On their own accord, Butch's hands left the pegs and came to rest on V's hips, squeezing the hard flesh, bringing them together from head to foot. A tremor went through one of them. Or maybe...shit, it was more like they both shuddered.
Gawds! That was hot! I love V and Butch so much! But, I do have to say that I loved how Butch and Marissa's scene was done. I thought the words used to describe the act made it even hotter! I gotta say it again, I LOVE this series!