Free Touch Me by Jenika Snow Page A

She’d soon realize that.
    Elijah
couldn’t help the erotic, lewd thoughts bombarding his mind, flooding his body.
He envisioned himself taking her hardened nipples between his lips and sucking
on the peaks until she writhed beneath him. God, he was burning alive for her,
needing her like he needed to breathe. Without realizing what he was doing, he
found himself lowering his head, his gaze riveted to her mouth, his lips
parted, ready to claim her.
    She
smelled sweet, like vanilla and lemons, a soft aroma that had his dick harder
than fucking steel. He knew she wouldn’t resist him, could tell by the way she
looked at him right now. When his face was close to hers he smelled the sweet
scent of her minty breath , and he had to clench his
hands into fists so he didn’t yank her on top of him.
    “Freya,” he said her name softly,
harshly. Her eyes fluttered closed. She leaned forward that last bit of space
that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch, he
groaned and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him.
    Oh,
fuck. She taste so damn good, feels so fucking good .
    Working his mouth on hers, the male
in him demanded he take her against the seat and show her how much he wanted
her, how much he craved her. But they were close to the event, and getting them
both worked up probably wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t fucking care.
    Elijah
found himself gripping her waist, and clenching his fingers around her tucked
in waist because he couldn’t control himself. And then he dragged her across
his lap. She felt so damn good on top of him, her thighs on either side of him,
and her dress now hiked up her thighs. And when he saw the lacy top of her
pantyhose, the garters she wore, his dick jerked behind his tux pants. There
was no doubt in his mind she could feel his erection pressing between her
thighs, feel how hard he was for her.
    She
didn’t stop kissing him, and in fact opened her mouth wider to take more of his
tongue inside. He groaned, loving that she was so willing for him that he could
feel the heat from between her legs scorch him. This was not something he’d
ever done, ever even thought about being so bold with a woman. He’d fucked
them, yes, but he’d never felt this need to be with them in some way so badly
that he had to take them in a limo.
    “I
want you so much, Freya.”
    Her
answer was a groan, a response that was just this breathy little sound because
she was just as lost in this as he was.
    “We
should stop, but I can’t. I don’t want to.” Elijah cupped either side of her
face, needing her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.
    “I
want this. I want you.”
    He
kissed her harder. “I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, just be
yourself always.”
    “I
don’t want to lose this feeling.”
    “Neither
do I, baby.”
    The
kiss was deep and long, and he broke away after a few seconds, dragging his
lips down to her throat, and sucking at her pulse point for a moment. “I’ll do
whatever you want, make you feel so good inside and out.”
    She
breathed out roughly and clenched her hands on his biceps, digging her nails
into him.
    He
kissed and licked her neck, sucked at her pulse point. The feel of her on top
of him, her pussy heat nearly burning straight through his slacks and right to
his dick, had him reining in his desire by the skin of his teeth.
    Gripping
her hips tighter, he forced her pussy down on him at the same time he lifted
his hips slightly. He didn’t want to take her in the back of the limo, not for
their first time at least, but the way things were going, he didn’t know if
he’d be able to control himself.
    Dragging
his mouth up her neck and latching it back onto hers, he deepened the kiss
until he was fucking her mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of her, just like
he wanted to do with his dick to her pussy.
    Moving
his hand lower, he gripped her ass, curled his fingers around the fleshy
mounds, and groaned. He