Free Sweet Child of Mine by Billy London

yanked off his jacket. Abigail couldn’t find her breath, resting back on her elbows as he removed his clothing piece by piece. “You look like you’ve paid for a show.”
    She threw her head back and laughed. “What’s the going rate?”
    He chucked his cuff links onto her dresser, the white lapels parting to reveal the fine mist of hair covering his defined chest. Relief. She couldn’t bear those overly waxed, hair-removal-cream-loving, fake-tan-obsessed metrosexuals who spent more time grooming themselves in a night than she ever would in a month. “For you? You get the good rate.”
    Bare-chested, he rested his hands on either side of her hips. “Lift up.” She did as he commanded, and he slid his hands under the hem of her knee-length dress to catch the edges of her thong. Without taking his eyes from her face, he slowly removed it, the material slipping damply down her legs. Just as he’d said he would, he caught her high-heeled foot in his palm and laid a kiss on her ankle. His thumb stroked over the bare skin above the bone and she shuddered. God, if he was only touching her ankle, what the hell would happen to her when he reached the peak?
    “Liam?” she asked as his mouth reached her kneecap.
    “Yes, Abi?”
    “Did you... When you found out about Sarah...did you? Test...”
    He gave a nod of assent and reached for his jacket. “I did. Had to go back three months later for HIV as well. Here.”
    He handed her his mobile phone and the email confirmation that his tests were clear. She gave a sigh of relief and handed the phone back. “You’re not going to ask me?”
    “I’d trust a woman who worries about a dishwasher overnight would be as discerning about her sexual health.” He crouched before her once more and resumed his kisses at her knee. “You’ve got beautiful legs. We’d call you a good filly, back home.”
    She couldn’t stop laughing. His beard tickled the delicate skin of her thigh. When his tongue touched her bikini line, smooth of hair, she stopped laughing. He shimmied the fabric of her vibrant red dress to her waist and gave a sigh that sounded worshipful. With a kiss to the swell of flesh above her sex, he parted her thighs with the breadth of his shoulders and closed his mouth over her.
    “Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh my God!”
    His thumbs rolled over her pelvis and brought her closer to him.
    The raw rub of his softened beard on her delicate inner skin drove her crazy, forced her hips higher against him. Yes, this was good, so very, very good. Her knees trembled each time his tongue drew over her flesh, her whole body arching to a climax. Heat bloomed on her lower belly and his hand spanned over her abdomen. The stark white of his hand against her rich, dark skin burned in her mind. He flickered his tongue rapidly against her clit before he suckled at the bud of flesh, kissing it as if he were kissing her mouth. With reverence he sighed her name, his lips moving over her nether ones, forcing an explosion to rain over every single part of her. She couldn’t move for a few minutes and Liam lay next to her. “Dress,” he nodded.
    She sat up and wriggled the dress over her head, leaving her in the bra alone. He reached over and lightly traced the globe of her breast. The touch sent a shudder through her, the echo of her orgasm. She caught his hand against her and pressed his digits harder into her skin.
    “Everything,” she whispered. In a flash he was completely naked. He didn’t give her the time to admire his nude form or appreciate the beauty of his figure. He spread her thighs apart and knelt between them, his bones cushioned by her ridiculous pillows. She glanced down and saw his latex-covered cock aimed straight at her dewy pussy.
    He slowly drove into her and she watched every inch parting her pussy lips. The moment she felt the coarse hairs of his balls pressed tightly against her, she kissed him. This felt right. Her pussy clenched at him, still trying to pull