Free Restless Spirit by Sommer Marsden Page B

needed his touch.
    ‘Do you need me to fuck you?’
    I shook my head. That wasn’t what I wanted. There’d been tons of fucking, and the consideration of even more with Reed this morning. I wanted to mess around. I wanted fast and easy. A release. ‘No. I just want to get off.’
    I could say that to Adrian. There was an honest ease with him. I could ask him to take care of business and he got it.
    ‘Ah, you want to get off. What if I want to get off with you?’ he asked, pushing me back.
    I ripped at the buttons of his jeans with shaking hands. ‘I think we both can get off.’
    ‘I think you need to lie down, Tues. Your poor ankle.’ He grinned at me and the Big Bad Wolf sprang to mind.
    ‘I think so.’
    Adrian shed his jeans with serpentine ease. The boxer shorts went next and I chewed my lip to see his hard cock standing at attention. For me. The power of arousing a man never failed to startle me. There was such raw joy in seeing another person’s naked need. Their desire.
    I reached for him and he stepped into my touch. His cock smooth and warm in my hand.
    ‘Lose the tights,’ he said.
    ‘They’re leggings.’ I grinned.
    ‘Whatever. I don’t care if they’re just really tall socks. Take them off.’
    I released him just long enough to shimmy free of the black fabric and the tiny red panties underneath.
    ‘I like it better when you go bare under there.’
    ‘I’ll remember that.’ I sighed because he was already covering me with his strong body. His head dipping between my legs to taste me, his own legs straddling me so I barely had to crane my neck to take his cock into my mouth.
    His mouth was soft at first and he licked gently because Adrian knew it made me crazy. I could tell he liked torturing me. I thrust up under him but he clamped his hands to my hipbones and held me. Forced me down flat and at his mercy. I couldn’t move and I had to just let him – let him have his way with my pussy.
    ‘Behave, Tues or I might have to get back to that pressing matter of a lawnmower.’
    I sighed and concentrated on sucking him into my mouth. I licked up the back of his cock and nudged his balls with my nose. Adrian stilled and I heard him inhale a great shuddering breath. I laughed. ‘Hey you pinned me down. I can play that game.’
    I ran my lips, slightly parted, along the side of his shaft before dropping a proper kiss on the tip of his cock. Then I ran my lips, wet and pliable for him, back up the other side. When I thumbed the small slit in the head of his cock and sucked his balls gently into my mouth, one at a time, just to give him some torture in return, Adrian drove his face back between my thighs to eat me in earnest.
    ‘Jesus, woman,’ he sighed and sucked my clit hard enough that tiny little sparkles of white light firecrackered behind my closed eyelids.
    ‘Jesus right back at you, stud,’ I sighed.
    I licked the letter W into his balls and then reversed it for the letter M. For whatever reason the sensation of that drove most men to near madness.
    Adrian was no different. He thrust his fingers into me, pushing against my G-spot with drenched ease, thanks to my arousal and his mouth. When he returned his tongue to me, licking roughly, I started to come. That first flickering spasm that made me go tense under him as I sucked harder.
    I was trying to time this in tandem. I needed to give as much as I got here. Reed had left me flustered and confused. Shepherd had left me soothed and horny and needy. Adrian just flipped my switch.
    I worked him with my hand and my tongue and he swirled wet circles around my clit before kissing it gently. It was the gentle kiss, the shy suction on that tiny organ that did me in.
    I came, squeezing him with my spit-slick fist and he came. I did my best to drink some of him in but he was too much and the salty white fluid baptized my face and my hair and I was laughing and coming all at once.
    Adrian collapsed on me and rolled and then we were laying head