Free Do Not Disturb by Stephanie Julian

he’d spanked it.
    He had a brief moment to wonder if she’d ever had hot wax dripped on her nipples. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had, but he had one of those strange urges that made him want to be the first man to introduce her to that pleasure.
    God, he hoped he got the chance.
    “Why’d you stop?” She sounded out of breath, her lips parted as she tried to draw in air, her eyes barely open.
    “Because I could spend hours on your breasts, but there are other parts of your body I want to explore, too.”
    Using the hand he’d had cupped around her breast, he curled it around her ribs now then dragged it down her side to her right hip. She moved under his hand like a wave and didn’t protest when he slipped that hand between her thighs and nudged them apart.
    She spread them willingly though not quickly and, by the time she’d bared herself completely, he wanted to fall on her and feast.
    Forcing back the raging hunger, he rose to his knees then put his feet on the floor at the side of the bed. Then he immediately went to his knees between her thighs, shoved his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.
    Her sex was plump and glistened with moisture, and her scent made every breath he drew in a tease.
    Looking up, he saw her staring back at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
    Perfect.
    He watched her as he repositioned her thighs over his biceps, his hands now on her hips holding her steady.
    Finally, he leaned in and took his first taste.
    Jesus, she tasted like heaven.
    At the first touch of his mouth on her pussy, she squirmed, trying to get closer or trying to get away. He couldn’t tell. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere.
    Not until he’d made her scream. And she would.
    Using his teeth, his tongue, and his lips in concert, he pleasured her and indulged himself. He sucked on her folds, teased her clit with his tongue. Her delicate flesh melted against his tongue, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
    Losing himself in the scent and taste of her, he ate at her with a roughness that shocked him but only seemed to heighten her pleasure.
    It made him want to give her anything she desired. And she wanted to come. He felt it in the coiled tension in her thighs and the tautness of her abdomen as she tried to shift against him.
    Every move she made increased the firestorm of desire roiling in his gut. Her soft moans felt like a physical caress, sending shivers up his spine.
    He’d never had the urge to make a woman beg as much as he wanted Tally to, and it made him somewhat frantic. He used his tongue and his teeth, raking at her flesh as gently as he could but with enough force to make her squirm.
    Finally, as her soft cries began to build, he speared his tongue into her sheath and fucked her, then drew back to suck at her clit.
    Finally, she broke, convulsing in his hands and giving a sharp, incoherent cry.
    No, it wasn’t his name, but he wasn’t finished yet.
    Using his tongue, he licked at her clit until she went boneless and sank into the bed with a rasping sigh.
    Breathing like he’d just run a marathon, he stood. The overwhelming desire to crawl over her and fuck her into unconsciousness made him growl. His cock ached with the need to be inside her again. He remembered the feel of her wrapped around him, her wet heat so damn enticing.
    Splayed out on the bed, she looked spent, as if she’d fallen asleep. Or passed out.
    But then she turned her head and opened her eyes, just a crack, but that blue gaze pinned him in place.
    “Is that all you’ve got? I don’t believe I screamed your name once.”
    Even through the burning passion making him almost insane, he smiled. He really fucking liked this woman. There’d only been one woman in the past several years that made him smile like this. And she was marrying his best friend.
    This woman taunted him, even though she could barely catch her breath. And each time she drew in air, her breasts quivered. He wanted to suck them