Free Love's Erotic Flower by Diane Rinella Page A

he whispers. “As soon as those guys helping us leave, let’s start christening rooms.”
    “Who says we need to wait until they’re gone. We can lock ourselves in the closet right now.”
    His sapphire eyes float to the dent in the wall covered by a door. The smug little smirk on his face shows he’s glad he has me wrapped around his little finger. He also loves making me wait for him, knowing it drives me crazy.
    To my surprise, he peers out the door, then struts up to me. How is it I already know that he is leading me on?
    His fingers thread a cluster of hair below my temple—the cluster I was just playing with, only I wasn’t aware of that action until he touched them. The breath on my ear as his lips hone in brings about my sigh. “Nice try, Lil,” he whispers. Then words unspoken ring in my head, loudly and clearly. I love you, Lily .  
    I love you, too.
    I continue to be mesmerized as he draws back, grinning.
    “Chicken!” I call as he strolls out of the room. My eyes lock on his ass. His tight and toned torso is already unfair enough, but his ass is beautifully deadly. For years I have been fascinated by its firmness. I love watching it in a mirror as he slams into me. There’s nothing better than grabbing it, squeezing it, and aiding his thrusts—but that’s no longer enough. I want him to feel what I do when he is inside me from behind. I want the glorious view of him bent over, inviting entry. I want to know how it feels to pound into him, exactly the way he does to me.
    Donovan’s adventurous, but he’s never been that kind of guy. However, what wrong with a little persuasion?

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    I never knew what it meant to be complete until my lips met Donovan’s. Our first kiss began as a confession of earthly love. It then escalated into a soul-claiming hunger. It was during that inevitable touch of our lips that our mouths and tongues danced in synchronization, as if guided to perfection by an unknown force. It brought about confirmation of what I suspected since I entered his life at my birth: He is my soul mate, and our union was dictated long ago by the heavens. It was only mankind who kept us apart. How dare society tamper with God’s exquisiteness?
    Finally the neighbors have left, and I pin Donovan against the wall. The touch of my hand as it slides into his jeans causes his breath to stutter. He had it coming. After all, he was walking along, minding his own business. With us, that’s grounds for an ambush.
    Instantly his cock twitches in response to my groping, building into a pillar of desire. Everything south of my waistline clenches as his shaft rapidly expands and thickens. His arms slide around me, yanking me close as his lips go in for a kiss.
    “Oh, no you don’t,” I scold, tightening my grip. “Bad boy! Very, very bad boy!”
    His eyes widen in fervor, and then drop to view the removal of my hand from his pants. When I quickly unfasten his jeans, tugging the zipper in a swift motion, his eyes resume their dance.  
    Grabbing the waistband at the sides, I yank his pants downward, taking his boxers with them as I drop to my knees. My hands slide up his taut ass and cup it. I raise my head as if in worship of the rod of pleasure of which I am beholden. Slipping my tongue into a tight V, I lick his length and tease the tip, savoring the sweet wine it languidly emits before my mouth engulfs him. His shuttered moan brings a tingle to the deep regions of my body that clench tightly in anticipation of his taking over my being. My heart flutters with excitement.
    Bobbing my head, I take him deeper and deeper each time, his soft tip near the back of my throat, my tongue pressing up into him. I’m sadly unable to reach the root for his length, so I grip the base and stroke it with my thumb. Releasing him, I lick my way up his shaft and tease the tip of his satiny summit.
    His musk makes me dizzy. My tongue dances under his balls, flicking back and forth as I look up to him and appreciate the