Free Touch Me by Jenika Snow Page B

squeezed the flesh again, bringing her as close to his
body as he could. A growl of approval left him when she rubbed herself on him,
moving her hips back and forth. Damn, he wanted to grab his dick, pull her
panties aside, and run his erection along her cleft. He moved his tongue out
and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her.
    “This
is so intense,” she breathed against him, her voice a soft whisper. “I never
felt this kind of arousal before.”
    “Neither
have I, Freya baby,” he said as soon as she finished speaking. He kissed her
again, then pulled back slightly to stare into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop,
but we can if you want to.” God, he didn’t want to. When she didn’t tell him
she wanted to stop, he lifted his hips up again, grinding himself on her pussy.
She moved her hands to the back of his head to grip his hair, pulling at the
strands.
    And
then she started moving against him, back and forth, rocking herself on his
lap, on his cock, and causing this tortuous pleasure to fill him. He used his
hold on her to help her movements, pushing her back and then bringing her
forward, over and over again. He heard the change in her breathing, and knew
she could get off from this alone. God, that made him
so fucking hard, harder than he was to begin with, and that was saying
something. Her mouth opened, a gasp left her, and he swallowed the sound, wanting
her to come undone for him alone.
    Her
movements slowed, and he wanted to growl in disapproval. Elijah wanted her to
come on him, from this act alone. He slid one of his hands to the nape of her
neck.
    “Look
at me, Freya.” He gentled his voice, but made sure it still held a commanding
note. He wanted her to have no doubts on what he wanted … her in all ways. “I
want you to just let go, to get off, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He
leaned in and resumed kissing her, showing her with the sweep of his tongue and
the nip of his teeth that he wanted that from her desperately.
    The
feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was a temptation. Elijah moved
his other hand to the side of her gown, pulled the zipper down, and slipped his
palm in between the material and her flesh. He moved it forward until he cupped
one of her breasts.
    Her
skin was warm and smooth, and the fact she wore no bra was almost his undoing.
Cupping the heavy mound, he swept his thumb over her puckered nipple, loving
that she gasped in pleasure. The tips were hard, and he gave a groan of
pleasure at the feel. She started rocking against him once again, a little
faster this time, a little harder. And just like that she exploded on him. A
cry of pleasure left her, and he swallowed the sound, swallowed her pleasure.
    After
several seconds, and when he was sure she’d gotten off fully, he broke away
from her mouth. He lowered his head, leaned down, and started sucking at the
dip in her throat, that small little hollow that drove him fucking made with
lust. He moved his hand back to her ass, curled his fingers into the flesh
barely covered by her gown, and helped her with the rocking motion once more.
He wanted her to come for him again, like he was a greedy bastard for her
pleasure.
    The
fact he was acting so possessive of her this quickly should have made him feel
uneasy, a little worried even. But all he felt was a deep-rooted need to
protect her and keep her close, to make her realize he could give her
everything she needed.
    She
moaned again and continued to grind her pussy on him. Shit, he felt her heat
right through his pants.
    She
started to slow her grinding on him then finally collapsed against his chest,
breathing heavily. Freya had her hands on his chest, her face in the crook of
his neck, and panted. He held her close, and didn’t care that he was so hard
his dick could rip right through his pants. Elijah just wanted to hold her.
    Freya
was his. He knew that more than anything else. He thought he knew that the
moment he saw her standing there and looking