Free All the Wright Moves by McKenna Jeffries and Aliyah Burke Page B

released the hooks and worked the bra off, all the while continuing to suck on her nipple. The other nipple ached and when he rolled it between forefinger and thumb, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp at the pain, she purred in pleasure. Then he switched mouth and hand, inciting moans from her as he continued to torment, tease, and pleasure both breasts.
    She didn’t know how much more she could take.
    “Warwick,” she panted. Her lids were heavy with want and she pressed her fingers into the back of his skull urging him on.
    “I could spend all day on these luscious breasts. But I have to explore more.”
    He kissed down her belly, delving his tongue into her belly button, eliciting a gasp from her.
    “Who knew you liked to wear thongs, Katiya? Beneath all that poise and calm lingers this sexy vixen.” His hands palmed the globes of her ass and she wriggled in response to his touch. Warm breath poured along her skin. Goosebumps exploded all over her.
    “So sexy,” he muttered. He licked at her core, not bothering to remove the thong.
    “Shit!” she hissed, her hips bucked hard against his mouth.
    His tongue snaked up and down the soaked material, making it wetter. “You taste like heaven,” he uttered against her clit, the words vibrating through her.
    She grabbed his hair and held his mouth closer.
    “What do you want, Katiya?” he asked, his tongue skimming along the edges of her thong.
    “You,” she sputtered.
    He slowly—agonisingly so—peeled off her wet thong, his breath warm on her pussy. When his tongue slid up the cleft she screamed to the heavens. Before she knew it, she ground against him, an orgasm washing over her.
    His mouth toyed with her stiff clit, his tongue circled around it time and time again. She couldn’t formulate a word. He spread her thighs and slipped a finger up in her. Then another.
    “Oh…oh…Warwick!” She shuddered as the orgasm rippled over her.
    He added another finger and stroked deep within her. His tongue continued to torment her. Then he switched and she squealed again as she exploded around his thrusting tongue.
    She yanked on his hair and ground against his face, totally consumed by passion. With her heart pounding, limbs quaking, he rose up before she could regain her faculties and kissed her.
    He delved his tongue deep into her mouth, relentless and with single-minded purpose. Her senses ran haywire as she tasted herself on him.
    “Katiya,” he moaned against her lips, hips bucking. She rubbed against him, the material of his jeans adding delicious friction to her needy slit.
    “Warwick!” She released his hair and tugged up his shirt. “Off,” she commanded.
    He complied and a hiss of appreciation escaped as she finally got to see his naked chest. Warwick was a work of art. All ridges and planes, his body didn’t look like it belonged on a man who’d made his fortune by computers. She trailed her fingers down his pectorals and over the ridges of his abdominals.
    He sucked in a sharp breath. She moved up his haired chest and down again to the button of his jeans. She hesitated and Warwick took over, quickly shucking them. Her mouth watered as she took in the large ridge confined by the white boxer briefs.
    Her pussy gushed and pulsed. She stared hungrily as he removed the final article of clothing. Her tongue flicked along her lower lip and she bit off a moan.
    His cock jutted out from a nest of dark hair. The head shone with drops of pre-cum. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.
    “Bed,” he growled.
    She backed into the bed and watched him pull a condom from his pants pocket.
    “Let me,” she murmured, plucking it from his hand and ripping the foil.
    She reached for his shaft—warm and hard, it rested in her hand. She smeared the pearly drops then rolled the condom over his length. Warwick laid her back on the bed, pressing little kisses along her collarbone. She melted from the inside out. His finger skimmed over the