Page 174 of Moon Craving

The blue, green and black tartan came away from his magnificent body with ease.

He had not worn a shirt, so the loss of his plaid left him totally, gloriously naked. His body

glowed with vitality, his muscles rippling with tension under his golden skin.

His manhood was half-filled and getting thicker by the second, his testes hanging

low and heavy with seed. Knowing he would be planting that seed deep in her body soon,

she quivered in her core, the thought of having his child unbearably sweet.

The smell of dried sweat and musk filled the air between them, calling to her

senses like an earthy elixir. She did not understand it, but he brought out an unrefined

element in her character that had her responding on the most basic of levels with and to

him. Like an animal with its mate, she found not only the sight of him pleasing, but his

smell and taste as well.

"You like to look, don't you, my angel?"

Her heart leapt at the endearment and she nodded, still reveling in the saturation of

her senses.

But the way he felt under her fingers was the most wondrous thing of all. To have

the freedom to touch him anywhere, any way she liked, and to have that freedom

extended even now was beyond believing. In the best possible way.

Unable to resist taking advantage of that freedom, she reached out and caressed

him, sliding her hand down his neck, across his chest and down his stomach until it

hovered just above the nest of hair that crowned his manhood. Her entire being

shuddered in pleasure at the jerk of his body and his rapidly burgeoning erection that

showed the instant effect she had on him.

Curling her hand around him, she hissed at the heat emanating off his hard flesh.

"So hot, so strong," she whispered, watching his face for more signs of his pleasure.

They were there, in the way his eyes closed beneath his furrowed brow, and his

lips parted to suck in and release his panting breath.

He thrust toward her with his hips, his hardened staff sliding against her fingers.

"So good."

She dropped to her knees and kissed the spongy tip. His knees bent and then he

straightened them, and she could tell he remained standing by will alone. She nuzzled