Free Run (Nola Zombies Book 1) by Gillian Zane Page B

licked his lips and the move was so sexy that I couldn’t help but snuggling in closer to him, my hand naturally going to his rigid shaft and stroking it through his boxers. “If you do that again, I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

    “Who says I want you to restrain yourself?” The words were barely out of my mouth before he was pushing me back against the kitchen table and lifting me up so I was sitting on it, my legs spread to accommodate his body. He reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it over my head. I didn’t even have time for the chill to hit me before he was sucking on my bare breasts, warming me up from head to toe. He showed each one an equal amount of attention as he pinched and licked them. He kneaded my left breast with his hand as he sucked on its counterpart to the right.  

    My nipples were a direct line to my core which was now swollen and aching for the same kind of attention. I spread my legs wider so he would get the hint, but he ignored me and continued to pay special attention to my breasts, licking on them as if they were his favorite ice cream flavor. Finally, he began to kiss lower, down my stomach until he got to my vagina. He only kissed around it though, he never touched it, teasing me until my skin was about to burst. I wanted to grab his head and force his mouth between my legs, but I knew he would resist me. I already knew Blake well enough to know I wouldn’t be able to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.  

    “I need you inside me, Blake,” I moaned, but he ignored me. His kisses trailed up and down my legs and then back up to my stomach to lick and bite at my breasts.  

    “Please, Blake,” I begged. “I need you inside me. Take me now.”  

    “Be patient, baby,” was all he said. After a few agonizing minutes, it seemed he was finally about to touch me, his fingers hovered over my clit. I was in so much need I pushed up against his hand and he laughed in a knowing, very male, condescending manner. I could have died.  

    “Now, Blake!” I demanded and he obeyed.   He pulled his dick from his boxers and slowly, ever so slowly, inserted the tip inside me. He didn’t move, he held himself rigidly, another tease. I wanted to scoot forward so badly for full penetration. I wanted him completely enveloped inside me, but there was nowhere I could go, I was on the end of the table.  

    He continued to lightly push into me, tease me, and drive me insane with just the tip of his dick. He continued to pinch and lick my nipples, but only took me slowly with the tip of his shaft. I was at the point where I couldn’t take it anymore when he finally relented with the teasing and shoved deep into me. I could have screamed in my eagerness, but I restrained myself.   I didn’t want to make too much noise.  

    Instead, I tipped my head back and leaned back on my elbows while he slowly thrust into me. It was a sensual rhythm that wasn’t fast enough for my taste. I wanted it hard and fast. Blake was obviously into slow this morning. He watched me as he pushed into me, each slow push and pull sheer agony for me.  

    “More, Blake, I want more…”

    “You want more of this, baby?”

    “Yeah,” I whined, “faster, I want it harder.”  

    “You want it hard?”

    “Yes!” I all but screamed and he relented, his pace picking up, his strokes hard and sure. I could imagine how I looked, inclined back on the table, my boobs bouncing, Blake pounding into me like an animal, my mouth open, moaning wantonly. I probably looked like some sex-crazed floozy that couldn’t be satisfied no matter how much dick she got.  

    Who knows how I looked, but it must have been a sight because when I looked up, there was a man at the back door, staring. He was staring right at me.  

    “Blake, there’s a guy out there…” I tried to pull away from him, but he was intent on his purpose and I had to admit what he was doing felt really good. His thrusts continued