Tinker brushed her hair aside and bared her completely to his frank and obviously admiring gaze. He stared at her for a long moment without saying a word, but the light in his eyes spoke volumes. His warm palm cupped her right breast, and then he groaned, leaned close, and suckled first one nipple, then the other. Lisa felt the suction from his lips flash like a bolt of lightning from her nipples to her clit. She arched her hips in response.
He spent a long time on her breasts, licking and kissing, pinching the erect nipples between his fingers, rolling the tips between the rough pads of his fingers exactly the way she loved, until she panted and practically wept with the pleasure. Then his lips moved lower, following her rib cage to the waistband on her jeans.
He unfastened the snap and zipper, slipped the pants down past her ankles, and then tugged them over her feet. She heard the sound of denim hitting the wood floor, the clank of her keys in the side pocket. She felt Tinker turn away from her and raised up on her elbows to watch him remove his shoes and socks.
He carefully unbuttoned his white shirt and hung it neatly over a plain wooden chair beside the bed. His chest was broad, heavily muscled and smooth. Lisa ached to touch his brown skin, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon learning every ridge and muscle between the two dark raspberry nipples; but the moment he removed his pants, her attention went south.
He wore tight-knit boxer shorts, the kind that hugged his thighs and ass and everything else. Right now the soft gray cotton stretched around and molded the huge package between his legs, outlining him so perfectly she saw the flare at the crown of his erection through the fabric. Much to Lisa’s dismay, Tinker left the shorts on when he turned back toward her.
She forgot about his shorts the moment he knelt on the small woven rug beside her bed, pulled her legs over the edge, and gently pushed her knees apart. Forgot about everything but the hot, damp sweep of his breath as he put his face between her legs and inhaled her scent. She should have felt embarrassed to have this big, beautiful stranger in such an intimate position, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when it was easily the most erotic moment of her life.
Make that the second…no, the third… Each touch took her higher, so high it was difficult to breathe. The very tip of his tongue found her clit and barely touched it. He acknowledged its presence, then swept between her swollen lips with broad sweeps of the flat of his tongue. He lifted her buttocks in his palms and held her up to his mouth, nipping and biting, licking and suckling, and then teased her with open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Lost in a haze of mind-numbing passion, Lisa spread her legs wider for him. Tinker raised his head and grinned at her. He was slick and shiny around his mouth and chin, covered with her fluids, but he didn’t seem to mind. He licked his lips, and she was mesmerized by the sweep of his tongue. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, the inner muscles of her sex rippling as if he were deep inside her.
Tinker nudged first one of her legs and then the other over his shoulders, opening Lisa even more to his view. Then he dipped his head and once more loved her with his mouth.
Lisa heard soft pants and louder moans, and realized the sounds were coming from her throat, incoherent cries of pleasure, building as the sensations built until she realized her voice had become one long, shimmering wail of need.
His tongue flicked over the surface of her clit and then swept deep between her folds, curling up once more to tease her unmercifully. He slipped a finger between her buttocks and pressed against her anus. Not hard, merely a persistent yet provocative pressure that increased as his tongue took her higher, as his lips and teeth drove her closer to the edge. Before long, Lisa hung by a golden thread of glittering arousal, swaying helplessly over a huge abyss. Her body hummed with anticipation. She sensed his determination to watch her fall, knew his intentions even before Tinker covered her clit with his mouth, sucked and tongued her sensitive button just as the blunt tip of his finger finally gained entrance to her backside.
Arching her back and pressing her heels against Tinker’s spine, Lisa screamed. Screamed again when he sucked harder at her clit, probed deeper with his tongue and his fingers. There were two in her now, two fingers pressing deep inside her body, stretching her sensitive virgin opening, taking her through a maelstrom of sensation. Higher, more intense, more and more until…
She broke. The golden thread parted, turned her body loose, her soul free. Crying, sobbing, gasping for air, Lisa knew she couldn’t take anymore, knew her body had reached its saturation point, knew there was room for no more sensation.
Tinker gently freed himself from the grip of her legs, laid her back on the comforter, and then slipped his knit shorts down over his lean hips. If she hadn’t felt so enervated from the climaxes he’d just given her, Lisa might have run for cover. He was massive, his cock swollen and dark, a stream of white fluid spilling slowly from the broad head.
She raised her head to look at him and saw naked desire in Tinker’s eyes. Amber eyes, just like hers. Like Mary Ellen’s.
Like Bay’s.
She wondered about that for a moment, wondered at the sense of communion she felt in their similarity, but when Tinker reached for his slacks on the chair beside the bed and grabbed a condom out of the pocket, her focus switched. Lisa watched, fascinated, as he held his cock in one huge fist and slowly rolled the condom over the broad crown and then smoothed it down the thick shaft.
What a shame, she thought, to cover such a magnificent part of himself. Yet in the same thought was tender appreciation that he’d thought to protect her.
They’d not exchanged any words, yet Lisa felt as if she knew more about Tinker McClintock than mere conversation might have divulged. He was a thoughtful and caring lover, he saw to her pleasure first, treated her gently, yet with respect. Now, with his need so great that his big body trembled, he still moved slowly, carefully.
She thought of the way she’d been taught to approach the wolves at the sanctuary. Carefully. Quietly, with respect. Exactly the way Tinker McClintock treated Lisa Marie Quinn.
Lisa raised her hips to meet him as Tinker grabbed his sheathed cock in his hand and directed the crown toward her sex. She choked back a moan when he touched her sensitive entrance, then bit her lips to keep from groaning as he slowly, inexorably, forced the broad head of his cock past her swollen lips. She tilted her pelvis for a better angle while Tinker pushed steadily deeper, stretching her just to the point of pain.
Expecting more discomfort as he filled her, Lisa felt nothing but heat and hard male flesh sliding carefully into her moist and swollen sex. His hands trembled where he touched her; his beautiful face was twisted with the effort to ease gently into her body.
Lisa felt awed by the control it must have taken him, to enter her this slowly when his hunger appeared so great, but he didn’t rush. Nor did he stop. Lisa forced herself to relax. She consciously welcomed his huge shaft inside, aware of the potential pain of entry on one level, the pleasure he gave her on another.
Finally, panting as if he’d run a mile, sweat pouring from his face, Tinker leaned over Lisa and kissed her. “Are you okay? I’m kind of big. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She couldn’t talk. Had to. Needed to tell him everything was fine, that it was better than fine. It was wonderful, and she wanted him to move now, wanted him to bring her back to that edge of arousal that was like a fire burning from the inside out.
It took her a moment. Lisa swallowed, reached up, and touched his face. Finally she caught her breath. “How can I need you like this? I don’t know you.” That wasn’t what she’d
