Her eyes laughed at him. “Did I start somethin’?” Her gaze dropped to his cock and she reached out and smeared the pearly drops across the head, sending darts of fire streaking through his shaft. “I’m burnin’ for you. So damp. Just thinkin’ about your cock so hard for me under that blanket with those idiots questionin’ you. It was so sexy, knowin’ what I was doin’ to you while they sat there all self-righteous. If they stayed any longer actin’ like you weren’t worth my being with you, I might have gotten on my knees right in front of them and showed them I practically worship you.”

His cock jerked. He clenched his teeth. “Woman.” His only warning. The fist in her hair pulled her head forward and down, right over the top of him. “Open your mouth.” Because she couldn’t say things like that to him and not have his heart explode.

Her laughter teased at the crown. She blew warm air over him. He swore at her in Russian and pushed her head down over him, giving her no choice. Her mouth engulfed him. Took him deep. Nearly swallowed him. Her hands came up to massage his balls. She didn’t grasp the base of his shaft to limit how deep he went; she worked him, hollowing her cheeks and suckling strongly.

He thought the top of his head might blow off. She had him so ready. He was leopard and they weren’t modest by any means, stripping easily in front of one another in order to shift, so the fact that she had taken out his cock in a room full of men had been extremely hot to him. He loved that she wasn’t shy about their sex life either. She wanted him and she made it known.

She gave herself up to pleasuring him. Enjoying herself. Loving what she was doing. She watched him, watched his face, his eyes. He watched her. The sight of his cock swallowed by her, her lips wrapped so tightly around the thick girth of his shaft nearly sent him over the edge. Her body was beautiful, her breasts swaying, her legs parted enough that he could see liquid gleaming on her bare mound for him. Her body loved what she was doing as well.

He placed both hands on her shoulders and stood, forcing her to tip her head back. He fisted her hair again and held her head while he began to move his hips. “That’s it, malyutka, take all of me. Suck harder. Use your tongue.” He gave her orders and watched the heat in her eyes darken to pure passion.

She followed his every instruction, relaxing her mouth as he picked up the pace, his fist tightening on her scalp. The pleasure was exquisite. Torture. Moist heat surrounded him. Her tongue was velvet, her cheeks soft, her throat tight.