Free Love’s Bounty by Nina Pierce Page A

skin invited more. He kissed the salty drops, and his lips found their way to her luscious mouth.
    Ayden’s fingers wound their way into her hair, slipping the band free and releasing the silken tresses to tumble over his forearms. Stop now, Ayden, ol’ boy. His body didn’t listen, and he deepened the kiss, tasting the bite of the scotch mixed with the tangy sauce. Deirdre’s breath feathered over his cheek, and its warmth set his blood boiling. He wanted her. It was a bad idea to bed this woman, but he couldn’t seem to keep her at arm’s length.
    Then their hands were everywhere at once. Buttons popped as she pulled at his shirt. They pinged on the counter and dropped to the floor. He pulled the sweater over her head with the flimsy tank and filled his hands with her breasts. Her nipples pinched into tight little points beneath the no-nonsense sports bra.
    “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Deirdre gasped the words out. “But damn, Austin, I want you. All of you. Just like the other night. I can’t get enough of you.” She fumbled with his belt. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
    This was such a bad idea, but his body was already committed. His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. “No, we hardly know each other. We should stop now.” He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her ass pressed pleasantly against his cock.
    “Maybe, just once. Let off a little steam,” she said before nipping his neck, her fingers working the clasp of his pants.
    “Once, yeah.”
    Ayden made it as far as the stairs, before her hand worked its way into his boxers and closed around his cock. He laid her down. He’d been thinking about this for two days; he couldn’t wait any longer.
    “This, I want this, buried in me deep and hard.” She massaged up the length of his rigid cock and back down again, settling her hand firmly around his balls. The strength of her touch and the silk of his boxers nearly drove him over the edge.
    “You better stop doing that, or I’m not going to make it.” His mouth nipped at the satin mound of flesh he’d released from her bra. Without losing contact with her body, he stripped first his pants, then hers. Her pussy lips glistened with moisture, and his mouth watered to suck her slick folds, but she pulled him down and captured his mouth with hers. She bit his bottom lip and then plunged her tongue into his mouth to dance with his. Her nails dug into his back, and her body moved restlessly under him. She ran her calf up his leg, her thigh pressing against his ass.
    “Do it here, Austin. Right here on the stairs. I want you now.” She gasped the words against his ear, the warmth of her breath sent shivers of need down his back.
    He couldn’t have waited if he wanted to. His erection was so hard, it hurt. His balls were snugged tight against his body. He rubbed the mushroom head of his cock over her clit before guiding it between her lips. She gasped, and he circled again before driving into her. She arched her back to meet him, and he filled her in one swift motion.
    Her moans of desire worked him into a mindless rush of want. He drove into her with a wild frenzy, releasing all the pent-up frustration two days of fantasizing had created. It was a frantic coupling. Skin slapped against skin as his hips pistoned. She moved her body in the same riotous rhythm, pulsing in time with him. Her liquid heat surrounded him, and her internal muscles contracted, pulling him impossibly deeper into her body. He hoped she was reaching her own climax, he had lost all control the moment he entered her.
    “You are tight, baby. You feel so good. I’m going to come.” He pushed into her another time, before pulling free and wrapping his hand around his slick cock. He pumped himself through his fist, releasing a feral growl with the orgasm convulsing through him. His seed poured onto her belly.
    Deirdre watched Austin ejaculate on her torso. His face was pinched in ecstasy,