Free Wild Nights by Karen Erickson

she was so incredibly responsive. She was fucking perfect for him.
    So perfect it was almost scary.
    “Don’t be scared.” Ha, he should be the one telling that to himself. He lifted his leg and pressed his knee onto the mattress. “You’re already so wet; I know your pussy can take it.”
    She blushed prettily, uttering his name in protest. With a grin, he crawled onto the bed, approaching her slowly, like a beast stalking its prey.
    “You’re so bad,” she whispered when he pushed her shoulder and sent her falling backwards.
    “You don’t like it when I talk about your pussy?” he asked innocently, bending down so he could kiss a hot path across the tops of her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her arms going around him, her slender fingers finding their way back into his hair. She seemed to like touching him there and he wasn’t going to protest.
    “I’m not used to a man talking about my…” Her voice trailed off and Noah drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it.
    “Go ahead. Say it,” he urged just before he took her other nipple deep into his mouth.
    “I can’t.” She shook her head, her mouth screwed up into a little pout. A sexy-as-fuck little pout, he had to admit.
    “Don’t be shy, Nat.” He circled her wet nipple with his tongue, then bit it lightly, making her jump. “I want to hear you say it.”
    “Say what?” She sounded innocent, but she was faking it. Of course she knew what he meant.
    “Tell me how wet your pussy is for me.” He shifted away from her, lifting up on his knees so he could stare down at her. “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”
    Her cheeks were pink. Again. He liked making her blush. He liked making her do things she normally would never do.
    “Please, Nat?” he asked when she hadn’t answered him. “I like to watch.”
    “I-I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, her voice soft, her gaze skittering away from his.
    “You’ve never masturbated? Well, that’s a damn shame,” he drawled.
    She rolled her eyes, still keeping her face averted. “Well, yeah, I’ve done that. But I’ve never touched myself in front of a guy.”
    “You should give it a try,” he suggested, warming up to the idea. Yeah, he wanted to watch Natalie become more and more uninhibited. She was all bound up and tense. Hadn’t had much experience with the opposite sex, so it was his duty to put her at ease and help her become more at ease with her sexuality.
    “How about I cut you a deal?” She turned to look at him once more and he continued, “You touch yourself and I’ll touch myself to make you feel more comfortable.”
    “How is that going to make me feel more comfortable?” she squeaked, shaking her head.
    “Knowing that you’re not alone.” He grinned, reaching out to streak his fingers along the outside of her thigh before he wrapped them around the base of his dick. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
    “Fun?” She sounded like Minnie Mouse on helium. “I don’t know…”
    “Sit back and watch.” Knowing if they kept this up she’d find every excuse in the world to not do it, he dived right in and started to stroke himself slowly. His gaze held onto hers, figuring she probably wanted to watch him in action despite her protests. “If you feel like joining in, then by all means, please do.”
    She said nothing as he slid his hand up and down the length of his cock. Her lips parted when he smoothed his thumb over the head, smearing the precome that had gathered there, and a little sigh escaped her when he started to increase his pace.
    Indicating to him—even if she’d never admitted it—that she was enjoying what she saw.
    “Touch yourself,” he encouraged, his voice raw, his blood pumping hard. He couldn’t waste this. No way would he jerk off and come all over her tits or some classless thing like that. Yeah, he’d done that to plenty of groupies in the past, and he’d been more generous too. Spending actual