Free Ballroom Blitz by Lorelei James Page A

was completely bared to her. “God. I want to lick every one of your tattoos.”
    “In time.” He hovered above her chest, his hot breath drifting over her damp skin. Then he dipped his head and his hair fell forward, brushing the upper swells of her breasts and the puckered tips of her nipples.
    She hissed when his wet tongue lashed a tight point. “I’ll give you about an hour to stop doing that.”
    Jon chuckled. “I’ll promise I’ll pay them the proper respect next time. I’ve got something else in mind for now.”
    His hair zigzagged across her belly as he scooted down her body. He teased and tormented her until she writhed. Finally he tapped her hip and when she lifted up, he peeled off her sweatpants.
    She was gorgeous naked. Firm muscles beneath her ivory skin. A small strip of strawberry-blond curls striped her mound, leading to that sweet, pink pussy.
    Jon reached for her hand. He nuzzled her wrist and his mouth moved upward, kissing the center of her palm before he sucked her middle finger completely into his mouth.
    Maggie hissed. She’d propped herself up on both elbows and studied him from beneath lowered lashes, her body so restless he could feel sexual energy emanating from her.
    He released her finger and placed the wet tip over her clit. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
    Her cheeks flushed with color. “Shouldn’t you be doing that?”
    “I’ll do more than watch, trust me.”
    At first Maggie was self-conscious. But when Jon murmured encouragement and started trailing the backs of his fingers over her thighs, she gave herself over to self-pleasure. Swirling circles around that nub. Flicking it lightly. Watching his eyes, she slowly pushed her middle finger into her opening. She rocked her wrist back and forth, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit.
    As soon as she removed her finger, Jon bent down and sucked it, releasing a tiny growl at his first taste of her. After he’d licked away all the sweet juice, he demanded, “Again.”
    Maggie glided her fingertip up and down her slit, adding more cream before vigorously rubbing her clit in a side-to-side motion. A moan escaped and she plunged her finger into her pussy, bumping her hips up to drive that digit in deeper.
    Jon’s erection dug into his stomach when he dropped to the mattress. But he ignored the pain and latched onto Maggie’s butt cheeks, pulling her sex against his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her pussy alongside her finger.
    “Oh God.”
    He scraped his teeth over her knuckle. “Move your hand.” As soon as she complied, his thumbs spread open her swollen sex. He licked and sucked every inch of her intimate flesh, feasting on her.
    Maggie had clamped her hands to his head as she thrashed beneath him. She jerked his scalp after he’d lightly grazed her clitoris with his teeth. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” he growled. “It turns me on when you pull my hair.” He used the very tip of his tongue to flick across that distended nub. She made sexy whimpering mewls and he fastened his lips to the pliant, throbbing skin and sucked.
    “Keep doing—yes, just like that.” Her body seized up and he felt the climactic pulses against his mouth.
    After Maggie’s legs quit twitching and the pressure on his scalp disappeared, he placed a soft kiss above her mound. He pushed off the mattress, ditched his shorts and rolled on a condom.
    Their eyes met and then he was on her, in her. Thrusting into that tight, wet, hot cunt.
    She locked her ankles on his ass, trying to pull him deeper with every stroke. “This feels so good.”
    Jon intended to push her a level or twenty above good. This first time would be spectacular. “Maggie,” he murmured between thrusts. “Let me take care of you. Let me get us there.”
    “Yes. Anything you want.”
    He gradually slowed, groaning when her channel clamped down, trying to keep his cock inside. He rested the tip just inside the opening to her sex. Despite his thundering heart