Free Forbidden Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

Devlin.” She was naked in the arms of a naked man. And she still had the ability to carry on a conversation? What in the name of heaven would her grandmothers think of her? Well, at least she wasn’t Katy.
    “Like all writers, you talk too much,” he said, and then he kissed her mouth hard. His tongue ran suggestively along her lips, and instinctively she opened them, allowing him entry. Their tongues curled about each other.
    He had pulled her against him. Their naked bodies were touching, and the sensation was very exciting. Was this what was called a French kiss? she asked herself as their tongues began to caress each other. Not bad, and his breath tasted of mint and coffee. She let her tongue stroke his.
    He pushed her back onto the bed. Her butt was on the mattress, but her legs were dangling over. Then he knelt and, lifting her legs up, rested them over his shoulders. What was he doing? He pulled her legs apart, and his dark head dove between them.
    Emily squealed with surprise, almost fainting with shock when she felt him open her labia and begin to lick a part of her flesh she had never anticipated would be touched by another’s tongue. Vaguely she recalled seeing pictures of a man between a woman’s legs in her books, but she never knew exactly what was happening. Well, she did now! “Oh, God!” His tongue had touched her clitoris, and it was incredibly sensitive. The tongue flicked relentlessly back and forth over that rosebud of flesh. She was almost unconscious with the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She shivered once, twice. “Please,” she said. “Please!” She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted, but she wanted something.
    He stopped, disentangling himself from her slender limbs.
    “No!” she said, shocked by her own reaction. “No!”
    Laughing, he pulled her up, giving her a kiss. “That’s how you taste, Emily, and you are delicious.” Then he sat quickly down on the bed, yanking her over his knee, and gave her bottom three quick, hard spanks. “I figured you for a bad girl, angel face. Let’s be bad together now.” He stood for a moment again, and then pushed her back onto the bed. “Those darling little tits of yours need some loving attention,” he told her. Flinging himself next to her, he lowered his dark head and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. “Ummm,” he said. “Almost, but not quite as tasty as your sweet cunny.”
    Oh, Lord , Emily thought. Her books had certainly not prepared her for all of this. What else didn’t they show her? She had to do something herself to prove to him that she was enjoying their encounter. “Hey, give me a turn!” she said and, pulling away from him, began to kiss his nipples. Boldly she licked them and then let her tongue move down his torso as far as his belly button. His pubic hair was thickly curled, and the color of midnight. And his penis... For a moment she was frightened. The men in the picture books she had didn’t have penises like that. He seemed far bigger. Thicker. Longer.
    “Don’t take me in your mouth.” Devlin groaned. “I want to come inside you this first time, angel face. Do you have any condoms? I didn’t quite expect this.”
    “No,” Emily said, shaking her head.
    “It’s all right. I’ve been tested. I’m fine. How ’bout you? You’re on the pill?”
    “Uh-huh,” she lied, suspecting he’d stop if she told him the truth: that she wasn’t on the pill because she didn’t need it. That she had never before had sex.
    He pulled her up and on top of him, rubbing his penis between her thighs. Then suddenly he rolled Emily over, spreading her thighs wide, fitting himself between them. He took her face between his big hands. “I never wanted a woman so quickly before,” he told her. “What is this magic about you, Emily Shanski?” Then he kissed her slowly.
    It was the most sensual kiss she had ever imagined. His mouth was warm and seductive against hers. She felt as if her bones were