Free The Next Move by Lauren Gallagher

breasts, but she grabbed them and held them in place.
    She bit her lip and shuddered. "Don’t stop…don’t stop doing that."
    The familiar flush of her face and neck told him exactly what she was doing. He kept playing with her nipples, watching in breathless wonderment as she moved back and forth, pushing her clit against the shaft of his cock. As much as he wanted to be inside her when she came, this was simply too hot to pass up. His cock was going to make her come and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Raising his hips just slightly, he moved with her, and watched the shudders become tremors.
    "Oh God," she moaned. Her spine straightened and she gasped. "Oh my God, I’m…" Her eyes shut tight and she whimpered with pleasure as she came. As soon as her orgasm took over, she lost her balance, falling forward slightly. She caught herself, but she’d shifted just enough to lift her hips, and Chris didn’t waste the opportunity.
    Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down onto his cock, nearly coming himself when her pussy—still in the throes of an orgasm—convulsed around him. He thrust upward, driven by her cries and gasps and the way she tightened around him with each stroke.
    "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, you’re…" He stopped abruptly when her hips came down, driving him all the way inside her, but also keeping his hips against the bed. He was certainly strong enough to push back, but the movement told him she wanted to take control.
    She took one of his hands off her hip and pinned it on the pillow beside his head, then the other. She was breathless, her face still flushed with arousal, but she was more in control than he was. He desperately wanted to put her on her back and fuck her as hard as he could, but her movements were slow. Smooth. Controlled . She didn’t move up and down on him, instead rolling her hips forward and back, taking him all the way inside her on each down stroke.
    "Oh…my… God …" he groaned. He didn’t know what she was doing, what it was about that simple forward-back motion that felt so good, but whatever it was, it drove him nearly out of his mind. His hands flew up to the headboard, grasping the slats for dear life. "Oh God, baby, I’m gonna come, you’re…" His voice trailed off into a moan.
    She gasped, her pussy suddenly tightening around him, then again. "Me too, oh my God…I’m…" She whimpered, her rhythm faltering as she closed her eyes threw her head back.
    Electric anticipation ran up his spine, not just because his own orgasm was seconds away, but because hers was. He had to feel her come one more time, and this time he wanted to feel her orgasm from start to finish. Every last tremor, every last shiver.
    Seizing her hips, he dug his heels into the bed and thrust upward.
    Her eyes opened and she gasped. "Oh…God…" Her voice bordered on a sob.
    Through clenched teeth, he pleaded, "Come, baby, I’m losing it…" Her body trembled, then shook more violently, and her pussy convulsed around his cock. When she screamed his name, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His back arched beneath them as he pulled her hips down onto his and roared as he came.
    She collapsed on top of him. "Oh my God…"
              "My sentiments exactly," he breathed, stroking her hair.
              Grinning, she said, "I hope that made up for what I assume was a crappy date."
              He laughed. "If I’d known you were this horny tonight, I would’ve skipped the date altogether."
              She kissed him lightly. "Chris, I’m always this horny."
              Running his hands up and down her sides, he said, "Do feel free to call whenever you are."
              "You’ll never get a moment’s peace."
              "I’ll manage somehow."
              She kissed him again, then eased herself off of him and dropped onto the bed beside him. "My God that was hot."
              "So you said." He kissed