That meant Britt and her wicked digits had to be at the pubic junction. Britt glided along her labia and finally rested upon her clit. The tiniest stroke woke nerve signals deep within her, making them ache for entry. Mariah could hardly contain herself from grinding against those magic fingers. God, the woman had skills.
Clark’s hand wandered from a proprietary hold upon her womb, brushed lightly past her ribs and cupped firmly on her breast. By her next breath, his fingers had seized her hardened nub. She hissed as he pinched and twirled, all the while Britt got her soaking wet between the thighs.
A strangled moan escaped her, this one with an inherent plead. The dam of pressure from her south-rushing blood only heightened in urgency, knocking her with another wave of lustful greed. Like a dog in heat, she craved their touch and wanted more.
“More,” she whimpered.
“Our pet’s awake,” Britt purred. The stirrings at her clit stopped. Instead, soft kisses showered upon her eyelids and made her lashes flutter in fever. She couldn’t help but open her eyes when Britt’s lips grazed down her cheeks and rested a breath away from her own lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Mariah smiled shyly into Britt’s bright blue eyes and murmured, “Good morning, Britt.” This morning, it didn’t feel as weird to say Britt’s name aloud. Mariah let the silence hang, enjoying the way the word had rolled out of her mouth so easily.
“Mind your manners,” Clark said, his hot breath upon her ear. He descended upon her ear lobe with a few kisses of his own. Mariah shut her eyes and relished the velvety crush of his lips. The combination of gentle and rough never ceased to amaze her. Hot and bothered, Mariah squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache. “Aren’t you forgetting someone in your greeting?”
“I can never forget you,” Mariah said as she twisted her head to meet his. She lifted an arm over her shoulder and wrapped it around his nape, dragging his face closer to hers. “Good morning, Clark. I’ll kiss you ... after I’ve brushed my teeth.”
Mariah smiled to placate him.
Clark answered in a growl. “In that case,” he said, wrapping the comforter around her before lifting her off the bed. “I’ll have to carry you there.”
The above excerpt is from Purr Scent VI: The Matrimony and occurs in the opening scene of the book.
Purr Scent VI: The Matrimony is part of the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio of stories that follow a bisexual female submissive awakening to her sexuality, a lesbian Dominatrix, and a heterosexual alpha male Dominant.
Purr Scent I: The Meeting is free on all retail sites.