Free His Every Desire by Shiloh Walker Page B

hips as he spun around. She felt the wall against her back, and then…oh, please. She whimpered as he let go of her for a second, but then she heard the rasp of his zipper.
    Then he was pressing against her, and Emery sobbed. “Joel!”
    “I’ve been dreaming of you…the entire time. Fuck, I thought I’d never find you,” he rasped against her mouth as he pushed inside her, his cock hot, thick, and naked against the wet folds of her pussy. “Mine. I’m keeping you, Tracy…”
    The name…it was wrong, but she didn’t care. He wanted her—did the name really matter? She had been Tracy, once…his tongue stole into her mouth again and she closed her teeth around it, biting him gently. He growled against her lips as he circled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. The head of his cock rubbed against some hidden place inside her, and she felt as though her entire body lit up at that touch.
    “Missed you,” he rasped as he tore his mouth away, kissing a line down her throat, down her neck, raking the sensitive skin with his teeth before plumping one breast in his hand, pushing it up as he dipped his head and caught the nipple in his mouth.
    “Fuck, this body is amazing…you’ve always been so perfect, how can you be even more perfect than before?” he whispered, lifting his head to stare down at her as he pulled out, working his cock back in as she struggled to catch her breath.
    “Joel, please,” she whispered, clutching at his shoulder desperately. “Stop talking…I need you.”
    “Shhh…” he crooned against her lips, his hands gliding down her sides, over her hips, cupping her ass for a moment and then he gripped her thighs, taking her weight in his hands, so that she was pinned between his body and the wall.
    He pumped inside and she screamed as she started to come, clenching around him, exploding from the white hot streaks of sensation that filled her.
    “Come for me,” he whispered.
    She forced her eyes to open, staring up at him. His blue eyes, those midnight dark eyes, stared down at her, hungrily, greedily, the same way she imagined her eyes looked. Under the layers of clothing that kept his body from her, she could feel him, that long, powerful body that had brought her so much pleasure.
    She wanted to see him as she came—wanted to know this was real, not a dream.
    His deep blue eyes stared into hers, his face stark with hunger. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, jerking at the coat that still covered him, wanting to feel his flesh against her.
    But she couldn’t focus—not long enough to jerk at the buttons, not long enough to push back the climax building in her.
    As he lowered his lips to kiss her, a soft, gentle kiss, so at odds with the harsh, hungry motions of his body, Emery felt her heart tremble, just a little. He had really missed her…
    “You aren’t ever leaving my sight again,” he muttered, nuzzling her neck. She shivered as he gently squeezed the flesh of her buttocks, slowing the greedy movement of his body against hers, his hands gentling just a little. “You don’t know what it did to me.”
    Emery whimpered, trying to hook her legs around his hips, trying to ride the thick stalk of flesh impaling her, but using his grip on her hips, he wouldn’t let her. She threw her head back as he continued to stroke slowly within her, his lips brushing against her neck.
    Joel shifted and she arched against him as he hooked one arm under her left knee, opening her more fully. She clenched her inner muscles around him and he laughed shakily. “Slow down, baby. We have all night,” he crooned.
    Damn it, I don’t want all night—I want now! She tried to scream it, but her breath was locked in her lungs.
    Pushing away from the wall, he carried her over to the bed, lowering himself onto it, with her still astride him. Greedily, she tried to pump her hips, but he clamped his hands around her again, slowing her frenzied pace. “All night…forever,” he whispered.
    Her