Free Marry Me by Karen Stivali

stomach muscles tensed as he tried to avoid giving in to the intense pleasure of her stroke. “Please tell me you have more condoms.”
    She leaned over, reaching for the drawer. His heart banged against his rib cage. He ached to be inside her. This time she did the honors, ripping open the package and sliding the condom on in one fluid motion.
    He tugged her to the center of the bed and bent to kiss her breast. His tongue teased the taut flesh of her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Her soft moans sent waves of heat rushing over him. His hand trailed lower, past the smooth curve of her belly. She arched her back, lifting herself toward him. He eased his way through her wetness, reveling in the low rumbles of pleasure that purred from her.
    He kissed his way lower, huffing his breath against her in steady pulses of heat. The sweat that rose from her body intensified her impossibly sweet scent. His lips caressed her inner thigh, his nose brushing against the delicate skin. She squirmed against his fingers. The look on her face was exquisite, eyes closed, lips enticingly open. Beautiful. It overwhelmed him how drawn to her he felt. He slowed the movement of his hand, dragging out each pass over her slick, swollen flesh, then replaced his fingers with his tongue.
    She cried out at the first lick, her body bucking toward him. He steadied her hips with a firm grip. So sweet. He dipped his tongue into her then twirled it around her clit, feeling her moans of pleasure as they vibrated against his mouth. Her fingers wove into his hair, tracing along his neck in a way that made it difficult for him to concentrate. He could feel the pressure building within her as she strained closer to him. That’s it. Come for me. He rubbed his thumb against her mound, massaging as his tongue flicked back and forth. Her body froze then released, her slippery folds pulsing against his lips.
    He stroked her hips and stomach, waiting for her breathing to slow, then kissed his way up to her face. When his cock brushed against her, she tilted her hips to nestle him inside her. He inched in slowly, feeling her stretch around him. Her heat was intoxicating, a liquid pool of desire.
    Her breath puffed hot against his neck as they moved in tandem. She had an incredible ability to synch her movements with his. He drew in and out of her in long, deep strokes and she lifted her hips to meet him on every thrust.
    Her nails grazed up and down his back, then paused, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He could tell she was nearing another climax. She sucked on his lower lip, making him absolutely mad. His balls knotted up tight against his body, ready to burst at any moment. He steeled his arms against the bed, swiveling in and out of her until he felt her insides tighten. She contracted around his cock so hard he almost lost his balance above her. Her shattering cry sent tingles straight down his spine and he felt himself giving in to the unrelenting pressure inside him. With a final thrust he let go, feeling the rush of hot semen rise through him, pulsing out in thick bursts. She stroked his back, rocking against him until he stopped shuddering.
    He eased himself off her, his lips still on hers, unable to get enough of her. She rubbed her nose against his as her breathing returned to normal.
    “That was amazing,” he said, his body still tingling. “Reality TV is seriously underestimated as a form of foreplay.”
    She grinned. “So is cheesecake.”
    He kissed her again, thinking she was the sweetest dessert he’d ever had.
     
    Julia padded toward the kitchen in bare feet. She’d slipped her t-shirt back on and the soft fabric caressed her still hard nipples with each movement. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle of ginger ale. It was cool in the apartment but she was overheated and needed a cold drink. “Water or ginger ale?” she asked.
    Ben stood behind her sofa, fiddling with the remote control. He turned toward her,