Free Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY) by Megan Hart Page A

and slid her mouth once more down the length of his erection.
    Ty closed his eyes for a moment as pleasure swept over him but had to open them in a second. He wanted to watch her. He loved to watch her, and Edie knew it.
    Down, down, the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. Up and up, her hand following as her pussy moved against his leg, driving him crazy with the urge to reach for her and give her the same pleasure she was giving him. Yet when he shifted, reaching, Edie shook her head again and gave him a mock glare.
    “No,” she said firmly. “Lie still.”
    “But I want to touch you—”
    “Ty,” Edie said, and licked his cock the way she would a lollipop. “I want to do this without being distracted.”
    He fell back on the mound of new pillows with a groan. In her hand his prick leaped as she stroked a fingertip down the seam of his balls. When her light touch brushed his anus, Ty clutched a double fistful of sheets. His back arched, hips thrusting up, and this time Edie didn’t tease him. She took him in again, all the way, and then slid up, sucking gently as her finger pressed lightly.
    He wanted to feel her, bare on his leg, as she rocked against him. Instead, all he got was the whisper of the soft cotton along his skin. Watching as Edie’s mouth released him, as her tongue circled his prick and flicked the divot just under the head, Ty imagined how soft, how wet she was. How good she would feel around him when he pushed inside her. Her mouth, her hand. Her cunt. He wanted to sink inside this woman and bury himself.
    They’d made love only a few hours before, and he was ready for her again. Nobody had ever affected him the way Edie did. Nobody, he was sure, ever would.
    She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then slid her hand into her panties and drew out her fingers, glistening with her arousal. She ran them along his shaft and down over his balls. Then again, dipping her hand into her slickness and covering him with sweetness he wanted to taste.
    Touching and kissing Edie always got Ty hard, but knowing doing the same to him got her wet turned his cock into a steel shaft. Her fingers, still slick with her sweetness, feathered over his prick and down, circling just long enough on his perineum to tighten his balls. Now his cock shone with her wetness and he breathed in the heady, sweet scent of her sex.
    Edie, stroking his cock, shifted to ease her panties off. When she switched hands, Ty gasped and thrust upward into the new angle made by her other hand. Edie smiled and slowed her stroke, teasing him.
    “You’re so hard for me,” she murmured. “I love that.”
    Ty couldn’t manage to corral the words tumbling around in his brain and force them out of his mouth, but Edie didn’t seem to mind. She kissed his lips as she straddled him, her hand still gripping him firmly. She lowered herself over his cock, the head nudging at her opening. She didn’t let go, didn’t let him push inside her the way he wanted.
    “Slow,” she whispered in his ear and grazed the lobe with her teeth.
    Though his muscles clenched and shook with the effort of holding back, Ty didn’t push again. His hands gripped her hips, but he waited. Edie used her hand to slide him back and forth along her slick heat. She opened for him, easing the head of his cock an inch inside her, then pulling away. Then another inch deeper and out again.
    The twist of her hips urged a groan from him. Her breath puffed in small pants, hot on the side of his face. Her tight nipples brushed his chest, and Ty couldn’t hold back from running his hands up to pinch and rub them.
    Edie shook at his touch and sank onto him the whole way. Her sweet ass, so perfectly round, settled onto his thighs. She engulfed him. Her knees clutched his sides as she pushed up, her nails scoring faint lines down his chest and belly.
    They moved at the same time, her body lifting and coming back down as he thrust deep inside. Ah, fuck, it was heaven, it was glory,