Free Skin on Skin by Jami Alden, Sunny, Valerie Martinez Page B

after coming less than an hour ago. But already he was rock hard, aching like a hormonal fifteen-year-old. His head fell back against the back of the couch as Lauren slid off the couch and knelt between his thighs. He nearly hit the ceiling at the first puff of breath on his aching cock, his toes curling at the first tentative flick of her tongue.
    “Is this okay?” she whispered, big eyes questioning as her plump pink lips slid just around the head.
    “Jesus, yesss,” he hissed, “but I can’t promise I’ll last long so if you don’t want—” his protest melted into a groan as she sucked him into her mouth. Her head moved back and forth in tentative strokes, all the more arousing for their lack of skill.
    She sucked him deep and released him, occasionally pausing and smiling at his erection as though admiring her handiwork, before swallowing him as deep as her throat could take. He’d never been with a woman so into going down on him. Her tongue swirled around the head, the pointed tip flicking along the tiny slit at the tip. “Fuck, Lauren, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth—”
    She uttered a muffled cry of delight that vibrated down his shaft and wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him hard as she sucked at the tip. He fisted his hands into the couch cushions to keep himself from grabbing her head and forcing his cock down her throat.
    The familiar tingling intensified at the base of his spine and then it burst into a thousand sparks as jets of liquid heat shot into her mouth. She sucked him all the way through, pumping and squeezing him until she’d swallowed every drop.
    She pushed herself up and climbed on his lap. Her lips were swollen and shiny and she looked so pleased with herself that his dick made a futile effort to raise its exhausted head.
    What the fuck? He was as horny as the next guy, probably even more so, but something about Lauren made him nuts. He was barely finished coming and he couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Usually about now would be the time he’d plan his escape, but instead he felt profoundly relieved that neither of them was going anywhere for at least the next twelve hours.
    He did some mental calculations and decided he couldn’t waste time on sleep.
    Hooking her legs around his waist, he pushed her robe off her shoulders and stood up, bracing her weight with his palms on her ass.
    She squirmed. “What are you doing? I’m way too heavy for this.”
    “Bullshit,” he replied, carrying her easily over to the side of the bed, but refusing to release her.
    “I mean it. You’ll hurt yourself or something, and how will you explain that to Mike. ‘Lauren and I were fooling around and you know how big she is—’”
    His tongue in her mouth effectively shut her up. “I easily have at least sixty pounds on you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re downright dainty.” He laid her gently across the bed as though she weighed nothing and stroked her curls back from her face. “I love that you’re tall enough that I don’t have to hunch my back when we kiss. And I love watching you work and seeing how strong you are under all this soft skin.” He trailed his fingers up the firm outer edge of her quadriceps, evident even in relaxation. His other hand held her breast up so he could tongue her nipple. She closed her eyes on a soft hum. “I love watching your tits bounce when you run on your gorgeous, strong legs.” He turned his attention to her other breast, dropping kisses on the baby-soft skin of the underside, working his way to the large pinkish brown aureola. “You’re like the perfect combination of strong and sexy, and I get hard every time I look at you.”
    She pulled his face up and kissed him, and when he pulled away, her eyes were slightly glazed. Her mouth trembled a little, and there was something in her eyes—gratitude, tenderness, and a touch of wariness that made his gut clench.
    He had the strangest urge to kiss that wariness into