Free For Desire Alone by Jess Michaels Page B

tender,” he teased. “Good enough to eat.”
    She opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut when he touched her and stared at him. “It’s time to put that wicked tongue to good use. I have longed to feel its skill since the first time we made love.”
    His eyes widened. Again, her boldness shocked and delighted him. And her reward was exactly what she had demanded.
    He parted her folds and pressed his lips to her. He teased with his lips, brushing along her entrance with light, playful bites. But teasing her was as tormenting to himself as it was to her. He didn’t want to play, he wanted to thoroughly taste her. To delve deep inside of her. To make her come until she shook, until she was weak against the pillows and begged for his cock to finish what his tongue had begun.
     
    Mariah couldn’t stifle a harsh moan of pleasure as John drove his tongue into her sheath in earnest. He swirled his tongue around her clit, sucking the tingling bundle of nerves until she could hardly breathe from desire. She had always been exquisitely sensitive when it came to a man’s mouth on her, but with John her excitement built even faster. Within just a few strokes of his tongue, she was quivering on the edge of bliss.
    And when he added two thick fingers to her sheath…she was lost. She arched up with a great heaving cry and tremor after tremor of intense, focused pleasure mobbed her. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breathe, all she could do was scream out as he dragged her through more and more spiraling depths of sensation.
    He never slowed his pace, even as tears began to flow down her face from the intensity of the sensation. Even as she flopped back in pure exhaustion from the experience. Her body continued to twitch with each flick of his tongue and slowly, slowly he eased his pace and finally sank away from her sex to stare up at her with brown eyes almost black with desire.
    “I like that,” he murmured as he began to move up her trembling body. “I like how powerfully you react to that touch.”
    “I like how powerfully you make me react,” she countered as he settled over her. He nestled between her legs and she lifted herself to rub her soaking sex against his hard length.
    “Let’s see if I can repeat it, yes?” he whispered.
    He lowered his mouth to her and she tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue. Greedily she kissed him, her arousal rising again at the proof that he had just loved her so completely. Her heavy, heated kisses only seemed to inspire him to more.
    He reached between them, fitting his cock to her entrance and glided deep inside of her in one long stroke.
     
    John could scarcely see as stars flashed before his eyes. He had been inside a great many women in his time, but there was something about fitting himself into Mariah’s body that felt… different . Almost like they were made for this, for each other.
    He shook his head to clear it of that thought and thrust forward in the hopes that mind-blowing pleasure would make him stop waxing poetic. And it worked. His cock throbbed with every thrust into her willing and flexing body. She clung to his neck, staring up at him as her breath came in jerky pants and her hips arched with every entrance and withdrawal.
    She had already experienced an explosive orgasm, but he wanted to feel her tremble around his cock, to milk him toward his own release with the tremors of her own. He drove toward that goal, rubbing his hips to hers to stimulate her tender clit, making circles with each thrust.
    Sweat broke out in a thin sheen on her forehead and her gasps and moans became more erratic, proving he was doing his job. Finally, she dug her nails into his shoulders, nearly lifted her entire body from the bed and screamed out his name as her sex went wild with flutters and squeezes.
    His cock swelled and he slammed into her through her crisis, even as he built toward his own. He clenched his teeth, he held his breath and then