Free Extreme Close-Up (Perspectives Book 1) by Julie Jaret Page A

the bedroom. Thankful she’d left on a small lamp rather than the unforgiving ceiling light, she was about to open the towel when Braden stopped her. “Let me.”
    He sat on the edge of the bed in front of her, holding her eyes as he tugged the towel open and let it fall. With an almost innocent reverence, he slid his hands up her ribcage and cupped her breasts. His hands were warm, calloused palms teasing her hardened peaks. Lisa fingered the worn leather braid around his wrist in an attempt to convince herself this was really happening.
    Rasping his tongue across her left nipple, he whispered, “Finally,” and pulled it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. The breathtaking tug shot straight to her core. She felt herself bloom as his lips and tongue worked one nipple then the other.
    “Braden... stop.”
    He jerked away, stricken, lips rosy and wet from suckling her. She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it, revealing his lean, muscled stomach. With a relieved chuckle, he reached behind his head and yanked the shirt off.
    “Christ, you had me worried there for a second.” He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, hands exploring her curvy bottom.
    Devouring his mouth, she savored his spicy taste and the brush of his bare chest against hers. She pressed him back on the bed, straddling his thighs. From a distance, his skin looked so smooth she had assumed he waxed his chest, but now she fingered the soft dusting of golden down.
    With a fingertip, she traced the definition of his pectorals, along the deep ridges between his abs. In response, his fingers tightened their grip on her ass. He inhaled sharply when she licked and bit his nipples, groaned when she pressed wet, sucking kisses down his stomach. She dipped her tongue under the waistband of his jeans, and licked the tip of his cock as it strained to get out.
    “You’re overdressed,” she admonished.
    He slipped out from under her and seconds later stood fully nude and impossibly beautiful. Pulling her up, he grabbed her neck and kissed her deeply, his heavy erection hot against her belly.
    Lisa bit his lips, breaking the kiss. She kissed the little white scar on his chin and nuzzled his neck, drunk on the fragrant cocktail of woodsy soap and aroused male. Planting moist kisses over the slope of his chest and down his ridged belly, she watched his eyes grow darker and more hooded the further south she traveled. As she sank to her knees, his cock bobbed toward her breasts. She wrapped one hand around his thick base and gently palmed his tight balls with the other. Never breaking eye contact, she ran her tongue up his length, curling it around his crown and licking a drop of pre-cum, before taking him fully into her mouth.
    “Lisa. Jesus ,” he bit out, fisting a hand in her hair.
    She sucked him deep then released him slowly, inch by inch, covering his smooth velvet head with swirling licks before swallowing him again. Stroking the shaft in her hand, she was amazed how hard he was. She never knew a penis could get that hard.
    Much as she loved having him in her mouth, she released him with a little wet pop panting, “In me.”
    “Fuck. Yes.” He kissed her hard and retrieved a condom from his discarded pants.
    Lisa sat back against the pillows and watched him sheath himself. He crawled up the bed, pausing along the way to push her thighs open, suckle her clit, and fuck her with his tongue. When they were face to face again, he licked at her mouth and teased her slick entrance with his cock. She bucked her hips in a desperate attempt to capture him.
    “Now. Please, now.”
    “ Yes .” He slammed in to the hilt, stretching her. Their mouths fused in a ravenous kiss while he pulled out slowly... achingly slowly. Her pussy tightened around him. He squeezed her swollen breasts, catching their tight tips between his fingers, then rammed home again.
    “God!” It seemed impossible, but Lisa would’ve sworn he was even harder than moments before. She raked