Free Buttercup by Sienna Mynx Page B

grazed her cheek lovingly. “Tell me about the carnival. What’s it like?”
    Della frowned up at him. “What’s what like?”
    Silvio’s head lowered. His lips were a breath away from the exposed curve of her neck. A brief shiver rippled through her. Then came his kiss ever so gently. Oh the fever! Like a Mississippi heat wave, it burned so hot it layered over her skin, scorching her soul. Della’s heartbeat rushed to the spot he kissed, and she heaved an affronted sigh. “It’s a good place.
    Strange place…and um, a safe place. That’s what the Carnival is.”
    “Mmmm…and what else,” he whispered against her ear, as his fingers gathered the fabric to the front of her skirt. She hadn’t put on britches in her hurry. So the cooling air of the night breezed over her damp thighs. A knot formed in her chest, then lodged in her throat. Two of his fingers stroked her slit. The calming finger play had her winding her bottom in the rhythmic sync. He flicked his tongue at her inner ear.
    “We had a kangaroo once, but it died,” she stammered, her brain scrambling for something interesting just as his finger took the plunge. Her pelvis lifted from the ground and her body responded to the welcomed invasion. Silvio’s head slowly rose. Della felt his eyes on her as he fingered her deeply. Opening them once more, they locked with his as their breathing came and went in unison. Though he was the one pleasing her, she could tell he liked it by the way he moistened his lips. No man, carnie or townie, had magic hands like him—she was sure. Silvio’s thumb pressed against her clit sending a current of rapture through her core. He then rubbed it in circular motions. He gave her two fingers, purposefully stretching her for his pending entry. Della tried to deny the darker side of lust as her mind filled with images of her on all fours taking it from the back, hole to hole. She tried to ignore the wicked desires that made her want to slip her mouth around his cock and suck deeply until it rested in the back of her throat. She burned through her soul as she neared an unexpected climax. But Silvio would have none of that. He watched. A passionate fluttering rose from the pits of her stomach. A cooling spread through the clenching muscles of her sex and a hot ache incinerated her throat. Just as she was ready to scream he was on her thrusting his dick into her. Della gripped his arms and moved beneath him. His broad shoulders were heaving, and sweaty. Her hands slipped twice until she dug in her nails to hold on. Silvio covered her completely, rising and falling out of her with hip pumps that set her teeth on edge. Della closed her eyes and went freely with it. The closeness that came with his lovemaking was so male, so bracing. She was floating on waves of euphoria.
    He spoke into her ear as he throttled her sex repeatedly, panting how beautiful she was, how good she felt and how he ‘d never had anyone like her. She felt desired and wanted and all those things he spoke of. She gasped, grunted, and wept silently. Her thighs quivered. Her body thrashed as she exploded with such a blinding intensity that it rendered her mute.
    He flipped her. Della’s head and back dipped as he thrust in and out of her from the back. In the rapturous throes of her climax she could do nothing but pant and endure. He rolled his dick into her with the swirl of his hips and made it so ever-lovin-good she prayed he stayed deep for ever. But forever never lasted long enough. His will broke. Together they went down. Her stomach clenched as she weathered the weight of him.
    His hard thighs, now on either side of her own, forced hers shut as he pumped her beaten sex until his seed shot through her. She felt him warmly coating her; she relished how his cock jerked out the last throes of pleasure while buried deep. Then he groaned over their separation. He fell over on his side. They were still clothed. She with her skirt pushed up to her hips, and he