Free Deeper (The Real Fling) by Lyla Bellatas Page A

him, but his hips were too far away. She ran her hand through his hair, tugging gently, trying to get him to lower himself. He groaned but remained where he was. She wasn’t the only one who liked her head massaged. He kissed a trail past her belly button.
    “Val.” She nudged his head away from her triangle, but he wasn’t having it. He moved back and nibbled the curve of her inner thigh and her hip bones. Her body went limp.
    “I love touching you. Looking at you.” He parted her lower lips and beheld her. His breath gusted across her clit and sent jolts zinging through her.
    Incredibly titillated and embarrassed, she was paralyzed against his advances. Before she could cover herself or squeeze her thighs together, he took her pussy in his mouth. The intensity of the pleasure he was giving her was savage. Heat swept over her as her urge magnified.
    He alternated suckling and blowing her throbbing clit, overwhelming her. The feel of his five-o’clock shadowed cheeks on her thighs countering his velvet tongue was obscenely erotic. She tilted her hips toward him more, chasing her orgasm. He entered her with first one finger than two. Curling them up, he twisted them while he lapped at her. It was all too much. Her inner walls began palpitating as she came with a throttled shriek. Her insides shook sharply, but oh so divinely, and her climax split through her.
    Val was attentive to every twitch. When her climax subsided, he kissed her hips and waist and slowly came up and rested next to her.
    Adriana rolled to her side to face him. “That was…”
    He wiggled his brows and licked his lips. “Heaven.”
    She folded into him, kissing between his brows, down his nose to his mouth. It was his contradictions that enraptured her, his jagged scars and savage handsomeness, his torment and happiness, his control and willing surrender. There were so many layers to this beautiful man, she wanted to unwrap him like a precious gift.
    Adriana guided him onto his back and sat on top of him. “I want more.” Her left hand was on his chest. She settled his dick in place and pushed onto him.
    Tight after her orgasm, and sore from before, it took her a couple of heartbeats to navigate how she was going to get him inside of her without too much discomfort. With each undulation she edged him in more, but Val wasn’t moving. “Did I wear you out?”
    He brushed the back of his hand across her cheeks and trailed his finger across her mouth as he pulled out of her. “You have to be sore.”
    “I’m fine.” She fingered his nipples and tried to get him back in.
    He arched his brow and turned his hips away. “You are lying.”
    “I want you more than any ache.” Adriana licked her lips.
    “Not if I will cause you pain.”
    “You won’t.” She stared at him boldly. His obstinacy and… yeah, he had to work on his flexibility. “Cut it out. I’m a big girl, remember? I need to feel you in me again.”
    Regarding her with a thoughtful frown, Val repositioned his erection. “But we will stop if I hurt you.”
    “Okay.”
    He clutched her ass cheeks and pushed into her slowly. It stung, but there was no way she was telling him. She knew that in a few moments she’d be in paradise, and her itch for him overpowered everything. She let him set the pace, needing that time to adjust. Hell, he was magnificent. Her insides clenched around him, bringing him in more fully, until he hit the very bundle of nerves that set her off last time.
    She dropped her head back. “Feels so good.”
    He rolled her nipples, tugging and pinching with precision. Ah. She had some secret nerve that he lit up each time he touched her nipples. It sent a steady throb to her clit, and intense pleasure swirled like a tornado through her insides.
    “There.” He flipped a switch in her that no one ever had. She couldn’t passively wait for him. Adriana rode him to a hard gallop. “More.” Faster and higher her fervor grew, until it erupted, spilling in