Free Wild Nights by Karen Erickson Page A

time with a woman, trying to date her, though it rarely worked. Variety was the spice of life, after all.
    But this woman was different. She deserved more. He wanted to be inside her. Wanted to make her come at the exact time he was coming too. He wanted the both of them into this, into each other. “Come on, Nat. I’m begging you.”
    And he begged no one.
    Tentatively, she slid her hand down her stomach, her fingers tangling in her pubic hair before she cupped herself fully. Her entire body went tight as she seemed to hold her breath for a long moment before she finally exhaled. Spreading her legs, she dipped a finger into her creamy pussy and slowly began to stroke.
    Ah, shit. That was it. Just what he wanted to see. She had no shame in touching herself at the pace she preferred, her eyes clenched closed, her other hand coming up to palm her breast. He increased his strokes, his breath coming faster, as did hers, and he glanced over at the bedside table and the box of condoms waiting for him.
    “I can’t hold out much longer,” he confessed, the words coming in short jabs along with his breath. “Gotta. Get. A. Condom. On.”
    He practically head dived toward the table and grabbed the box, tearing it open. Yanking a condom out of the package, he opened the wrapper and rolled the rubber on, shuddering when he touched the tip of his dick.
    Damn it, he was close. Too close. He needed to think about icy cold showers and geometry. Or worse, remember his geometry teacher, who’d been an ugly old hag who hated him and tried her best to fail him his entire junior year in high school. Yeah, did she know what he was up to now? Surely she’d be shocked. She’d told him more than once he wouldn’t amount to anything. And look at him—rich and famous beyond his wildest dreams.
    Yep, thinking about geometry zapped all that pent up urgency right out of him.
    Noah repositioned himself in front of Natalie, noting how she watched his every movement beneath her heavy lids, her fingers still moving lazily in between her thighs. She spread her legs even further and he bent over her, his hands braced on the mattress and resting on either side of her head, his face in hers, his cock poised and ready at her entrance. Her hand fell away from her pussy and he reached for her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth so he could suck her fingers between his lips.
    “Hmm, delicious,” he murmured, loving the heat that filled her gaze as he continued to suck and lick her fingers.
    “You’re dirty,” she whispered, trying to get out of his hold, but he wouldn’t release her.
    “I thought you’d already realized that.” He sucked her index finger inside his mouth slowly, swirling his tongue around it before he released his hold on her wrist. She withdrew her finger from his lips, her hand going to his neck, and she caressed him there, her faint touch sending goose bumps scattering all of his skin.
    Without warning he slowly slid inside of her, his eyes falling closed at the first sensation of her wet and warm pussy closing around him. God, she was small. And tight. So fucking tight. All that urgent need returned, even stronger, barreling straight through him and just like that, he was ready to fuck her hard and come within a few thrusts.
    Terrible. Inconsiderate. He needed to take it slow. Make it good for her. Yeah, he’d given her two orgasms, but she deserved at least one more. Maybe two.
    He’d do whatever it took to make her feel good.
    Natalie whispered his name as her legs came around his hips and she anchored her body to his. Sweat broke out all over him and he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, told himself to get his shit under control.
    But it was no use. She undulated beneath him, moving her hips in this sensual rhythm as he withdrew from her and then plunged back in. That familiar sensation started at the base of his spine, telling him he was about to blow at any moment, and he felt like an asshole. A selfish, prick of an