Free Codename Summer (Undercover Embassy, Book Four) by Aubrey Ross

enjoying the steady rhythm of his breathing and the hard contours of his body. Driving out the Gathosians was the beginning, not the end. Everyone realized that. It would be hard to reestablish individuality and cooperation in civilizations that were both scattered and suspicious. But they would face each challenge with determination and integrity. The only choice had been servitude, and they’d all reached the point where death was preferable to subjugation.
    Sleep claimed her so gently she couldn’t remember succumbing to its pull. One moment she floated in velvet tranquility and the next something warm and soft brushed against her ankle. She murmured and wiggled her foot, moving away from the butterfly wings.
    Someone eased her legs apart and the butterfly grew bolder. The fluttery caresses both tickled and aroused as they worked their way up to her knee. She felt so warm and lazy she didn’t want to open her eyes and face the inevitable conflicts, or the man commanding the army of butterflies.
    “I know you’re awake,” Malik whispered, teasing her kneecap. Was he using his fingertips or his hair? “Your breathing hitched and your naughty little nipples are hardening in anticipation of my lips, and my teeth.” He added the last with dramatic emphasis as he bent her knees and made more room for himself between her thighs.
    “My nipples can wait,” she responded without opening her eyes. “I can think of a more interesting place for your mouth.”
    “Show me.”
    It was a challenge. If she wanted his mouth on her pussy she had to brazenly offer herself to him. Reaching between her thighs, she parted her folds and displayed her clit and the silky inner flesh surrounding her opening. She opened her eyes and smiled then listed her suggestions. “Lick this,” she lightly flicked her clit, “until I’m dying to come, then fuck me with your tongue.”
    Maintaining eye contact as long as he could, he lowered his head between her thighs and circled her clit with his tongue. “Like this?”
    “Just like that, only don’t stop until I tell you to shove it inside me.”
    He chuckled, his breath wafting across her damp folds. “Are you always this bossy in the morning?”
    His lips closed around her clit and the firm suction of his mouth kept her from replying. Sensations shot up through her body and her hips bucked helplessly. He cupped her ass with both hands and raised her hips off the mattress, controlling her movements as well as her arousal. She relaxed and her fingers started to slip, releasing her folds.
    “Let go and I’ll stop.” The ultimatum was more growl than articulation but she understood.
    Offered, opened, surrendered. He would have her no other way.
    He caressed her clit in firm circles, pausing every so often for a long, slow suck. Her passage clenched and melted, desperate for fingers, or better yet his cock. Sensations gathered beneath his lips, following the slow rotation of his tongue.
    “Now.” She moaned, arching against his mouth. “I need you inside me.”
    His tongue jabbed into her pussy and she came in strong, rhythmic bursts. He draped her legs over his shoulders and moved his hands to her breasts. The firm pinch of his fingers prolonged her release, keeping sensations zinging through her as his tongue thrust in and out.
    She sprawled on the bed, lost in the wonder of his carnal kiss. She felt light and giddy, yet invincible. Exalted and free.
    “You taste so damn good.” His lips moved against her pussy. “I could live on your cream.”
    “You’re welcome to try. I love having your mouth on me and your tongue inside me.”
    He kept her legs over his shoulders as he moved up along her body. His cock found her pussy and surged inside. His mouth swooped, muffling her sudden cry of pleasure as he folded her body in half. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue, savoring the taste of her own passion.
    He lifted his weight without allowing her to unfold her legs. Each sharp