Free Twisted Arrangement 4 by Mora Early Page A

her tongue, nipped her lips, and brushed her open mouth gently with his. He spent what felt like a good half an hour or more doing nothing but making love to her mouth with his own.
     
    He caressed her cheek and hair, traced the curve of her ear, stroked her neck and the bare curve of her shoulder. He spread his palm flat over her collarbone, resting his thumb in the small dip at the base of her throat, feeling her heart thrum against his finger.
     
    Josh dragged his mouth from hers to pepper kisses along her jaw and scrape his teeth over her throat. Emma threw her head back, pulling him into the crease of her shoulder. He licked her skin, tasting salt and spice and Emma.
     
    His hand hovered over her breast. Josh could feel the heat radiating from her skin, beckoning his touch. He raised his head, met her eyes, and asked again. “What about now? Do you want me to stop now?”
     
    Emma slipped one hand from his hair, her eyes intent on his face, and covered his hand with her own. She pressed it downward, arching up into the touch, gasping, nostrils flaring. “Don’t stop until I say.”
     
    Josh smiled, his thumb brushing over the hard peak of her nipple through the soft cotton. “Yes, ma’am.”
     
    He covered her mouth again, tugging the thin strap down off her shoulder to bare her breast to his caress. He kneaded the firm mound gently, plucking the stiff crest until Emma cried out into his mouth. He swallowed the sob, satisfaction building a fire in his chest with each new whimper and gasp he drew from her.
     
    Josh tossed back the covers and pulled her against his body, lowering his head to the smooth, rosy skin of her breast. He took it in his mouth, reveling in her writhing, clutching response. She held him to her chest as he nibbled and suckled her tender flesh. He brushed back and forth over her rigid nipple with his tongue, softly, enjoying the heat and texture of her skin.
     
    “Josh!” She stroked his hair and back, grasping his hips, trying to bring him closer, bring him over her. But Josh didn’t want to rush. As turned on as he was, and he was incredibly turned on – his cock was a steel bar in his pants and his heart was apparently trying to gallop faster than a 4-minute mile – he wanted to savor every moment of this.
     
    Reluctantly, he released her nipple from between his lips and lifted off of her. Her tiny mewl of disappointment was gratifying, at least. “Take off your top, Emma.”
     
    She sat up, lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it away. Without another word from him she began shimmying out of her shorts too. Josh inhaled a sharp breath as the small, trimmed thatch of her pubic hair came into view.
     
    He reached out and touched her there, gently, stroking the bit of curly hair. Emma gasped, shoved the shorts down further, and then kicked them the rest of the way off, baring the smooth, sleek length of her legs and the slippery cleft of her pussy.
     
    “Touch me, Josh?” She said it softly, a question, laying back and turning her head toward him. Josh groaned. As if he could resist!
     
    Josh gritted his teeth to keep from leaping on her. His hand shook with the effort as he skimmed over her belly and hip, along her thigh. He stroked Emma’s knees, his thumb brushing briefly over the tender back. Emma shivered, her thighs falling open.
     
    Though it was dark, Josh watched her face as he dragged his hand up her thigh, marveling at the smooth silk of her skin against his rough hand. He traced the velvety crease of her leg and slipped down to squeeze one soft buttock.
     
    When he pressed between her thighs then, cupping her pussy in his hand, Emma’s lips parted in a silent gasp and her eyes widened. Her hips lifted, pressing her more firmly into his grip. Josh squeezed, enjoying the ripe, slick feel of her in his palm. He bent his head back to her mouth, her breast, her belly, all the while just holding her in his hand.
     
    Occasionally, he brushed a finger up and