Free Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Page B

here. He pushed his hips against her hand,
groaned as her fingers slid down his length. “Taste me, hayaati .”
    She smiled again, that Cheshire-cat grin he
was growing to enjoy. And pleasure gathered in his groin as she
leaned close, as her tongue flicked out to lick the tip, as the
warm wetness of her mouth closed around his cock.
    His eyes slid closed. He dropped his head
back. Shuddered as she lowered and drew him deeper. Her tongue
stroked the underside of his cock, her lips closed tight around his
length. And when she suckled, he saw stars. He didn’t have to show
her what he liked; she instinctively knew. Her hand stroked the
base while her lips and tongue drove him completely mad. Then she
drew him so deep he brushed her throat. He groaned in pure
ecstasy.
    “Allah, Mira. Just like that. Deeper.”
    Her mouth was like nothing he’d ever felt.
And the fact she was doing this for him, when she didn’t need to
be, only amped his arousal. Her free hand brushed his thigh while
she suckled, moved to his lower belly. The touch sent shards of
electricity racing along his nerve endings. His balls tightened,
and pleasure zinged down his spine. And when she groaned around his
cock, sending vibrations through every bit of his flesh, he knew he
wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
    “Mira…” He threaded his fingers in her long
hair, rubbed her skull as she continued to push him closer to the
edge. Her free hand slid down his hip and brushed his inner thigh,
then gently squeezed his balls.
    “Mira—”
    He tried to pull free of her mouth, but she
clamped on tighter with her lips, sucked harder. And then it was
too late. He couldn’t do anything except shudder and groan as
pleasure slammed into him and stole his breath.
    The pressure eased around his cock. She
continued to stroke him slowly as he came down the other side of
the best orgasm of his life, her teasing tongue flicking the head,
making him shudder all over again. When she finally let go, he
blinked several times, looked up, and watched as she swallowed,
then grinned with the wickedest of smiles.
    “Did I do a good job? Did you like
that?”
    He answered by levering up off the bed,
closing his arms around her, taking her down to the mattress, and
kissing her flushed, swollen, insanely erotic lips.
    She groaned as she opened to him, as she
wrapped her arms around his back and eased her legs apart so he
could sink against her body. He tasted himself and the wine she’d
sipped earlier. And a hunger like nothing he’d tasted before.
    Thought fled. Need consumed him. He pushed
her shirt up, palmed her breast. Loved that she wasn’t wearing a
bra under the thin cotton T-shirt. She arched her back, kissed him
harder. But she was wearing too many clothes. There wasn’t nearly
enough skin.
    “Mira.” He pulled back, dragged her torso
off the bed, and stripped the shirt over her head, then threw it on
the floor. “Need you naked.”
    She giggled, reached for him as soon as her
shirt was gone, and brought her mouth back to his. “Yes,” she
whispered against his lips, lifting her hips as he pushed his hand
into the waistband of her jeans and slid it around to cup her ass.
“Naked.”
    He kissed her again and again, squeezed her
ass, pressed his renewed erection against her mound. He wanted to
draw out the foreplay, to make her writhe as she’d made him writhe,
but all he could focus on was getting inside her. Finding out if
she was as tight and wet as he knew she’d be.
    He dragged his mouth from hers, kissed her
ear, her throat, breathed hot against her breasts as he flipped the
button on her jeans and dragged the denim from her legs.
    She was as beautiful as he remembered. Pale,
soft, her hips flared just right, her waist trim, her breasts the
perfect size for his hands. For his mouth.
    He closed his lips around her right breast,
suckled the tip. Shuddered when her fingernails scraped his skull
and she dropped her head back, arching toward him and