Free The Best Man by Ella Ardent Page B

and
Christine was in no state to deny him anything.
    “Fast
the first time,” she said, speaking before she could stop herself. Being
blindfolded made it easier to confess her secret desires. Knowing that it was
Jake who was tormenting her with pleasure made it impossible to hold anything
back. “Fast and hard, from behind, holding me down. Staking a claim, like a
thief in the night.”
    “ Chère! ” he murmured, his surprise clear.
    Christine
realized she maybe shouldn’t have started with that fantasy. She rolled her
hips, and lowered her voice, trying another. She didn’t care about the
order—she wanted Jake to make all of her fantasies come true. “Then slow
the second time, making it last.”
    “How
slow?” His fingers danced over her thighs, then he slid his fingertips between
the wet folds of her labia. Christine moaned aloud. He chuckled, teasing her
with his fingertips.
    He
liked this idea, so Christine elaborated on it. “Hours. It would take hours.
And it would be raining outside. That would be the only sound.”
    His
fingers trembled against her, and she lifted her foot, placing it against his
crotch. He was huge and hard, and she knew he was enjoying her confessions. She
arched her foot and ran her toes over him, feeling him get bigger beneath her
caress. She turned her thigh out as she had once in ballet class, showing
herself to him, and wished she could see his face.
    “And la troisième fois ?” he asked, his
words strained. His fingers slid against her, persuasive and persistent, more
demanding than they had been before. Christine parted her legs wider and he
slid two fingers inside her.
    The
third time. “Any way you want me after that. Just take me again and again and
again. Never stop.” Christine paused, then decided to go for it. “Bang me until
you can’t anymore, then bang me all over again. I want to be possessed
completely. By you. And I never want you to let me go. Tie me down if you want
to—or command me to tie you down.”
    “ Chère! ” he said, apparently startled, and Christine was
afraid she’d said too much.
    But
no, he dropped down between her legs, his hands splayed on her thighs. His
mouth closed over her again, but he sucked hard this time, demanding more and
driving her to the threshold. He held her open, his grip resolute, his tongue
working against her.
    She
was captive. She was claimed.
    She
was Jake’s possession and Christine adored it.
    The
tumult rose faster this time, rose like a tsunami inside her. She twisted and her
hips bucked. “I want more,” she whispered and his tongue drove inside her. “I
want all of you.” She felt his breath against her clitoris, felt his teeth on
her labia and moaned. She didn’t hold back, moaning louder, not caring who
heard her. “I want you hard and thick inside me, stretching me wide and filling
me,” she said, and he ate her with greater frenzy. “I want you to hold me down
and take me so many times that we lose count. I want to be your possession,
forever.”
    At
that, he bit her clitoris gently, drawing the hard nub against his teeth, and
the world exploded. Christine came with a shout that she was sure they’d hear
back at the hotel. Jake didn’t release her, though, just kept sucking and
licking, forcing to to come again and again.
    Until
she collapsed, trembling on the chaise and spent. She was panting when he stood
up and she purred as he ran his hands down the length of her. She heard a
tinkle and couldn’t identify the sound, then something cool slid around her
neck. It was a necklace of smooth beads. He fastened it and arranged it with a
fingertip, his touch a warm caress against her chest.
    “ Si
belle ,” he whispered. “ Si
sauvage. ”
    Christine
smiled. So beautiful and so wild. She had the definite sense that she’d shaken
Jake’s assumptions.
    And
she was glad.
    She
was dimly aware that he bent over her again, that he unknotted the bikini top
from the chaise. She didn’t move her hands