Free Besotted by Georgia le Carre Page A

I need him inside me. Now.
    ‘Please, Blake. Please. Enter me.’
    ‘Is this mine?’ he asks, and bites my sex.
    ‘Arggg…’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ he says pleasantly. ‘I couldn’t make that out.’ He bites me again.
    ‘Yes,’ I cry out.
    ‘To do with as I please?’
    ‘Yes, yes.’
    His breath fans the flushed, sensitized skin. With his thumbs, he spreads apart the folds and inserts his tongue. I gasp and writhe. He pulls my thighs farther apart, clamps his mouth on my clit and sucks.
    ‘Oh God!’
    Just as the delicious waves are starting to take hold, he takes his mouth away. Torture, pure torture. He stands. Is there to be no filling, stretching, or ramming? I am raging with need. To have him deep inside me. To be possessed by him. Frustrated and full of longing I look at him. Silently, he is gazing down at my open, greedy pussy.
    ‘Stay,’ he says, and leaving my body, gets on the bed in front of me. I gaze at his erection. My mouth is open, my breathing erratic. He is a fine specimen of a man. I have the strong urge to lick the meatus, take him in my mouth, and suck him so hard he groans helplessly.
    But he has an even better idea.
    ‘Come and sit on my cock,’ he commands.
    The order rolls over my flesh. I don’t need a second invitation. I crawl to him and impale myself on the hard shaft. The pleasure. Oh! the pleasure.
    ‘Sit like a frog.’
    I reposition myself, opening my knees wide, pulling my feet close to his thighs and laying them flat on the bed. Then I place my palms on his body and straighten my own body. The penetration is too deep. With a small cry I push my palms down and fractionally lift myself off his body, but he shakes his head slowly.
    ‘Mine to do with as I please.’
    Biting my lip I relax my arms and let my body take the whole shaft, gasping at the sudden pain. For a while he makes me endure it, the sensation of being too full, the exquisite pain of having him too deep inside me.
    ‘Your pussy feels so fucking good I could stay inside you all night.’
    We stare at each other. My eyes must be full of wonder. His blaze with the excitement of dominating me, seeing me in that crouched position, my thighs wide open, his cock buried so deep inside my body I can barely bear it. I whimper, and he takes pity on me.
    ‘Lean forward,’ he growls softly.
    Immediately I obey, and the pain goes away. All that remains is the pure pleasure of being stretched and filled to the brim. He pushes my breasts inwards and pulling me towards him sucks hard at my nipple, first one then the other. I start to move against his shaft and we groan in unison. My clit rubs against his pubic bone. Back and forth. Back and forth, as far as his greedily sucking mouth will allow me to retreat to. Rubbing. Rubbing. Delicious friction. Our bodies become wet and slippery. It is beautiful.
    He waits for me to come before he allows himself to erupt inside me. I collapse on him and lay my cheek upon his chest. I can hear the fast, dull thudding of his heart, and feel his strong shaft still jerking inside me. I lift my head. His eyes are closed, his face is calm.
    ‘Are you sleepy?’ I ask.
    ‘No.’
    I use the ends of my hair to tickle his chin. ‘What’s your favorite word?’
    He opens his eyes. ‘Egg.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘I just like the sound of it.’
    ‘You’re one strange man.’
    He chuckles. ‘What’s yours?’
    ‘Lollipop.’
    ‘I’d like to change my word.’
    ‘To what?’
    ‘Lana.’
    I laugh. ‘That, Mr. Barrington, is the corniest thing you have ever said to me.’
    ‘No, really. Every time I say it, or hear it on someone else’s lips, it actually gives me a thrill.’
    I feel lazy and relaxed on top of him. ‘We know so little about each other, don’t we?’
    ‘I know everything I need to know about you. Everything else I’ll find out along the way.’
    ‘What is it you think you know about me?’
    ‘Well, for starters I know you’re brave.’
    I frown. ‘Brave? I’m not