Free Determined (Determined Trilogy Book 1) by Elizabeth Brown Page A

slowly moved it from the top of my thighs into the space between my legs. He pressed lightly, delicately. I moaned with delight.
    More my body begged.
    I pressed myself into him. He moved faster.
    Oh God, don’t stop .
    But then he did. He moved his hand deeper, slipping it under my soaking wet lace panties, parting the folds of my flesh.
    “Samantha,” he said, “you are so wet.” He was obviously pleased. I couldn’t look at him. “Do I make you wet?”
    “Mmmhmm,” was all I could say. I might have been blushing. My secret was that I’d been wet all day for him. Just the thought of him was enough. He slipped one, then two fingers inside me.
    “Samantha, I’m going to put myself inside you.”
    “Yes, please.” I breathed, my eyes closed shut in a state of frenzied desire. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
    “But not yet.”
    What? No! Why not? I opened my eyes. My head was swimming, lost in a sea of pleasure.
    He moved off the bed and pulled me so that my ass was on the edge. Slipping off my panties, he positioned himself in front of me and kissed my thighs. Uh, oh. I knew what was coming, and it made me nervous. I hadn’t done this before.
    His mouth moved slowly but methodically toward my sex. Something began to tremble inside me. He went to work, licking and sucking at my cleft. My back arched, and I pressed back against the sublime pressure, amplifying it. My body was craving it.
    He paused for a moment. “You taste so good, Samantha.” I couldn’t even look at him. He went back to work, and I proceeded to lose myself in the sensation. My clit became hot and throbbed with delight. The long, smooth strokes gave way to shorter and faster licks, and I could tell I was about to climax. My thighs tightened, and my stomach clenched. I pulled my shoulders up and looked down at him. I was heavy with longing. Please don’t stop, not now.
    “Keep going,” I pant. My eyes locked on his. It was the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. I was building and climbing up and up, and then all of a sudden my hips jerked and tremors poured out from inside me. I started to tear apart from the inside out.
    “Oh,” I groaned softly, falling back into the bed, my body throbbing, thick with pleasure. My head was whirling.
    I laid there, panting for a moment, as David climbed up next to me.
    “Where’d you learn that,” I gasped, catching my breath.
    “You are so beautiful when you come, Samantha,” he responded with a small chuckle, not answering the question. He took my breast in his hand and massaged it as he looked at me. He adjusted himself, moving closer to me, and I felt his length inside his boxers, pushing up against me. I pushed and took them off, letting his manhood spring forth. Damn. It was hot, thick, and throbbing. I pushed my thigh against it. I was ready for more.
    “Tsk tsk. Not yet, Samantha.”
    I moaned with desire. Why was he making me wait?
    He reached down and pushed my legs open and ran his finger along the lips of my bare sex, teasing me as he slid back and forth against the wetness. I tried to angle my hips to get some sweet friction, but he dodged me, skimming me over and over. He circled slowly and dipped his fingers into me, testing my tolerance. I cried out with pleasure.
    “God, you are so responsive, Samantha.”
    He brought his fingers toward the front of my sex and started to circle leisurely around my clit. He caressed the swollen nub with smooth slow strokes, and I started to quiver with arousal. He circled inward and finally I was set free. Gently and easily, my toes curled against my high heels as his touch sent me into a rolling orgasm.
    I laid on the bed as David watched me find my way back down from my climax. I spent a few moments recovering and then turned to him. His manhood was heavy, and I found myself moving toward it, pushing him against me.
    David took my cue and pulled himself up over me as I spread my legs. Bracing himself with one powerful arm, he used the other