Free Riptides (Lengths) by Steph Campbell, Liz Reinhardt Page A

today. Which is another reason it’s wise to diversify sexual locations. It keeps things varied and lets your imagination run wild when it comes to props and tools.
    “Enzo,” she moans. “Please…”
    I lick her: hard, long, sweet licks that make her knees buckle.
    She moans and pants, throwing in a ‘god, yes’ or crying out my name once in a while, but mostly it’s just her ragged breaths. She seems to be concentrating hard, her fingers massaging my scalp and pressing my face tight to her body, so I’m buried in the sweet scent of her. I suck at her and rub with my fingers until she slides down the wall a little, lets out a soft sob, and shakes, hard, tight, fast, against me. When her body relaxes, I lay my head against her thigh and close my eyes, pushing her pants down lower, until they’re low enough for her to kick off.
    She does. She’s naked.
    I stand and grab her, one arm around her waist, one under her ass.
    “Spread your legs wide,” I whisper into her hair: green apples and a hint of vanilla.
    She does what she’s told and links her ankles behind my back, with this dainty movement of her legs that makes me grin. I press my boxers down and fumble for the condom I have in my pocket. She takes it out of my hand with shaky fingers and rolls it on. I fit the tip of my dick where my tongue worked her until she came hard. My eyes lock with hers, which look wild and excited.
    “Are you ready to come again?” I ask her.
    She nods and bites her lip. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?”
    I scoff. “Please. You hardly weigh anything.” Just to show off, I flex and bounce her in my arms.
    She opens her mouth and laughs, then wraps her arms tighter around my neck. “I’m not that light.”
    “You’re a feather.” I lean close and kiss her neck, a little too hot and hard. I might leave a bruise or teeth marks. I don’t care. I want to. I want to mark her as mine. “Which is surprising, since you work with sugar.”
    “I like making sweet things for other people to eat,” she says.
    I run my hand down her body and open her with my index finger, draw it back up to my mouth, and suck the sweet taste of her off of me. Her eyes fly wide open. “You got that damn right.” I fix the head of my dick right where it needs to be and press into her, slow and deep, giving her body a second to adjust to the angle while I grit my teeth at the tight, hot feel of her. She grabs her bottom lip between her teeth and sucks air in one long, harsh drag.
    “Ready?” I ask.
    She puts her hands on my shoulders and settles her back against the wall before she nods, eyes wide and rolling a little.
    I pull out and press in slowly a few times, digging my heels into the floor and tensing my shoulders to keep from losing it. “Enzo?” Her lips are trembling. “ Harder. ”
    I dip both hands under her ass, sinking my fingers into the soft skin and press her up higher so I can reposition. I thrust into her hard enough that her head knocks against the wall softly. She can’t bite back the smile. She arches her back so her tits push up into my face. I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, on the side of each sweet tit, and then my mouth sucks and pulls at each pebbled nipple until she’s moving too much.
    “Hold still. I don’t want to drop you.” I drive into her, cupping her ass closer, pressing her body higher. She tightens her legs around my waist, pushing herself up and then dropping back down. Her fingernails tear at my neck and her teeth nip my shoulder as she bends her head down.
    “You’re so big, Enzo. You’re so hard,” she whimpers.
    The muscles in my legs shake as she spreads her legs wider, forcing me deeper than I was. Our moans lock and tangle and her hands come from around my neck to run down her own chest, teasing and pulling on her tits as I suck and kiss them.
    I slide a hand down to brush over her, but she presses me away. “All I need is you. In me. That’s all.”
    I lock my eyes to hers,