Free London Falling by Audrey Carlan Page A

bit down on the tender flesh of my nipple.
    “Christ, Beauty,” I whispered as she twirled her tongue around the peak, soothing the ache. Tunneling my fingers into the hair at her nape, anchoring her chin with both thumbs, I lifted her head to mine. Unmasked desire shone bright in her blue eyes. “I want you,” I admitted, swiping my thumb against her plump bottom lip. She pulled the digit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
    A fresh wave of heat ripped through me, making the steel rod in my pants even harder. I thrust my hips against hers and she gasped.
    “Then take me,” she challenged.
    “Not here.”
    She cringed at my words.
    “I want to enjoy you. Gorge on this body until we’re both gasping for air and you’re begging for me to stop.”
    Her eyes widened then closed. In one swoop, I scooped her up. She weighed next to nothing. Her mouth attached to the skin of my neck as I brought her to my room and laid her in the center of the bed.
    She was stunning. A work of art. Her tanned skin against the stark white of her lace underthings was right out of a Rorschach inkblot test. The black waves of her hair fell dark as night against the gray of my duvet. Those eyes. Shite, those eyes of hers beckoned me as I slid off my belt and shoved the straining fabric of my trousers down. I stood at the edge of the bed and surveyed her gorgeous form in nothing but my jockeys.
    She leaned up, her chest puffing out in a full-body inhale, breasts straining against the fabric. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” The coy remark was playful yet needy.
    “Ravish you. I want to become intimately familiar with every inch of your beautiful body, starting right…here.” I leaned over and picked up one dainty ankle. She had a tiny chain encircling the delicate bone. I ran my lips against the chain, tugging it with my teeth. Her eyes glowed in the low light of the room as she watched me trail my tongue along the side of her small foot. I nipped and kissed each one of her red tipped toes. Taking my time, I placed long drawn out kisses against the skin of her calf.
    Her eyes fell closed and gooseflesh rose to the surface of her skin when I licked the crevice behind her knee, a sensitive spot I promised myself to explore more fully later. Repeating the process with the other leg, I continued my journey, rubbing my lips along the silky expanse of her toned thigh.
    Her legs shook as I sucked and bit the fleshy patch of skin just under where the top of her thigh and her sex met. She mewled and shimmied her hips. Long fingers tunneled into my hair as I feasted on that spot. That cinnamon smell that was uniquely her swirled all around me as if I was bathing in the scent. It was so strong on her bare skin.
    When I’d made a quarter sized cherry red mark in my spot, I happily moved on to the Promised Land. With great care, I slipped my fingers into the sides of her lacy knickers, dragged them down and off her legs.
    Thank God I hadn’t removed them prior to enjoying her long legs and scrumptious hips. I’d have never completed. To my extreme pleasure, her mound was completely bare. Not a speck of hair tainted its surface. She restlessly moved her legs from side to side. I longed to see her, uncovered and open to me.
    “Let me see.” Her eyes met mine in warning as I placed the palms of my hands on her knees. Something in her changed. She relaxed and with a firm grip, I massaged down the insides of her honey colored thighs until I had her spread before me. A veritable feast waiting to be devoured. I could feel her muscles strain against my hold, but I wasn’t having it.
    This was honest. Her baring it all for me . The petals of her sex glistened with arousal. Her spicy scent was strong. The banquet before had me starved, salivating, ready to feast. With a well-placed tongue, I licked her from her pink rosette all the way to her hooded nub. It peeked out between her wet lips and I zeroed in on that