Free His Passion by Ava Claire Page B

tilted her head back, like she had so many times before when she was lost in pleasure; her mouth open as she verbalized her ecstasy. But this was different. She showed me her neck, the line that drove me wild, running from her chin to her collar bone. Her eyes were open and clear as her trembling lips rounded and she asked me a question.
    “Please?”
    I stroked my fingers through her hair, slowly winding it around my fist, not my usual rough jerk; the pull that made her gasp and my balls ache—no, this was a gentle claiming. I wanted to answer her question. I wanted her to see that for me, she didn't even need to ask. I was hers, and she was mine.
    My lips dropped to her neck, inhaling the sweet of her skin, the pulse beneath her flesh, beating in time with my own. My breathing was a drum beat that grew more furious with each second, hers coming out in little gasps that gripped me.
    My lips hung in the air above hers and her eyes fluttered shut as I brushed her skin. I tasted her moans and there was nothing sweeter. I released my grip on her hair and clasped her to me. Tongue probing as she opened for me; letting me make love to her with my mouth.
    She submitted to my touch as my hands gripped her ass and lifted her from the ground. She was in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist as she whispered my name in between our breathless kisses.
    I lowered her onto the bed, her body shaking as I peeled off my clothes, her eyes finding my bare chest. She bit her lip as her gaze dropped to my erection. There was a need in those brown eyes, a wonder as she took in what she did to me.
    I mounted the bed, her legs spreading for me, her teeth savagely sinking into her bottom lip as she prepared for me to thrust inside her. No warning. No mercy.
    I stroked her cheek, my fingers sweeping up and down her thigh. “I'm going to make love to you, Lay.”
    Emotion welled in her eyes as she touched my chest, then gripped me tight as I took the head of my hardened lust and dipped inside of her warmth.
    Tasting her.
    Teasing her.
    I made her feel every second. The building anticipation for the delicious moment where our bodies collided had me so hard I couldn't stand it. My strength was tested as her patience wore thin and she started to writhe beneath me, reaching for me with eager hands.
    I felt my own need dripping from me as her fingers stroked my tip. I took her arms and pulled them above her head, my voice firm yet far from disapproving. “What did I say?”
    “But-”
    My free hand roamed to her breast, circling her lush flesh and finding her swollen nipple.
    Her moan filled the room before she sucked a breath through her clenched teeth. “You said you'd make love to me.”
    “Repeat.” I switched to her other nipple, grabbing hold and squeezing until her hands balled into a fist and she winced.
    “You said that you-” She stopped hard when my hand went to her sex, cupping it. “Y-you said-” I sank my finger inside her, knuckle deep. God, she was so wet, her juicy body sucking my digit hungrily. “You said you'd make love to me!”
    Her final sentence was a rushed, single word as I increased speed. She felt so good on my fingers. She would feel even better on the pulsing part of me that strained toward her.
    I guided myself into her slowly, both of our mouths frozen in the moment just before the moan.
    Pleasure set fire to every nerve ending in me as I rocked in and out of her. I fell into her warmth, her sighs, her grunts as she vaulted her hips to meet me. To take me deeper. I burrowed my tongue in her mouth as I filled every part of her. I felt the vibration of her body and her face held the tight and free look that came when she was at the edge—and wanted my permission before she succumbed.
    “Come for me, Leila.”
    Her core twitched and squeezed me, the maddening rhythm of pleasure overwhelming me as I stared deep into her eyes. I whispered that I loved her as I drew close to my own climax. My body tensed and I lost