Free London Falling by Audrey Carlan Page B

spot as if shooting an arrow directly in the center of a bull’s-eye. Clamping my lips over it, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. Hard. Relentless lashes from my tongue had her screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her.
    “You’re enchanting,” I whispered against her thigh, kissing my mark on her skin as she calmed down. Once those beautiful eyes opened, half-hooded, she peered over the large mounds of her breasts. That’s when I started to enjoy her again.
    Always was a greedy man, one taste wasn’t even close to enough.
    She tugged on my hair and tried to pull me up, probably really sensitive. I didn’t care. I wanted her out of her mind. “Collier,” she said, breathing hard. “Oh, God…mmm.” I delved my tongue deep into her core. She tasted like the finest, sweetest creme. Her head fell back and her hands came up to cup and squeeze her breasts through her bra.
    “Show me.”
    She looked at me as I sat up, changing my position. Within seconds I was two fingers deep in her wet heat, my thumb circling the tight knot of her pleasure. She lifted on her elbows, her gaze focused between her legs. For a minute, she tipped her hips up and circled them around and around pressing against my hand, pushing me deeper into her body.
    “Oh yes, shite, that’s good,” I encouraged her.
    She licked her lips and held herself up, braced on one hand as the other bent behind her. All the while, I continued fucking her with my fingers. Her white bra slacked and she pulled it off and threw it aside. Her breasts were full and large, a perfect handful with rosy tips that seemed to tighten the more my gaze devoured them.
    She held herself in a semi-seated position, her body rocking effortlessly against my hand. “Kiss me,” she said, quite breathless. Her hips lifted and she moaned when I added a third finger into her tight channel. “God, it’s never been like this. So, shit, so--”
    “Passionate,” I finished her sentence before I took her lips.
    I was surrounded by cinnamon and sweet, uncertain which I liked more. The sugary taste of her tongue as it tangled with mine sent me spiraling. With my fingers burrowed into her core, I hooked those three digits up to rub against the bumpy patch along her internal wall.
    She went crazy. Gripping me, biting my lips, scoring my back with her nails. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Hearing her blast into her second orgasm by my hand alone was like a healing balm to my soul, righting all the wrongs of the past few years. All the one night stands were gone from existence. Now it was just her.
    I vowed in that moment as her body trembled and shook that she would never be a mindless shag. This was something more.
    She was different.

    ***
    I spiraled into the abyss a second time. At first, I was scared. This felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t fear because Collier’s warm body encased mine as I fell back against the sheets. He swept his hands up and down my naked back, hips and thighs as I panted into his rock-solid chest. Who knew the man had the body of a Greek God under those suits? I had an inkling he was built, but the surprise of just how lovely he was bare was a gift I enjoyed unwrapping.
    His chest was broad and tapered into a perfect “V” shape. The abs…God, his abs were like parking curbs, perfectly spaced and ready for me to park my lips and tongue.
    As my breathing slowed, I thought about what had transpired. We hadn’t gotten to the main event yet and the score was two and zero, with me leading in orgasms and Collier falling behind. This was new territory for me. Usually I was the one who took charge, controlled the man into doing whatever I wanted.
    With Collier, relinquishing control came without a second thought. What was most mind-boggling was what I could feel and sense in his emotions. He was happy, even elated that he pleased me. He wasn’t boasting, bragging, or requiring I reciprocate. He just held me tight, perfectly warm and safe within