Free Flat-Out Sexy by Erin McCarthy Page A

she said, “Why did you stop?”
    “Why did you stop?” he asked, his words muffled since he was beneath her thighs.
    Oh, right. The nature of the position was that neither of them was supposed to stop. “Sorry,” she whispered, swallowing hard. The second her tongue touched the tip of his shaft, his tongue lapped across her clit, and she sucked in a hard breath.
    She should really reflect on why it was so damn easy to be doing something so personal with Elec, but she could do that later. After she came, which, if he kept on the way he was, was going to be any second now.
    Her weight rested on him, and she could feel all his hard muscles beneath her, and the press of his fingers into her thighs as he gripped her flesh and held her legs apart. The sheet had fallen down onto her back and head and in the warm cocoon, with his mouth doing such delicious things to her, she was pretty sure she would agree to do anything he asked of her. Everything felt good and wonderful and sensual and she sucked him harder and harder, slicking his thick penis up with her saliva. Tamara added her hand, wrapping it around him, and followed her mouth with it, so that every inch of his flesh was always feeling a hot, warm squeeze. Elec groaned briefly, and she knew he liked it, before he returned to her, his mouth enclosing her clit as he sucked.
    It was a fight to not pull back and moan at that, but she stayed on him, excited by the challenge of keeping her rhythm when she really wanted to just collapse in agonized ecstasy. She moved her hips while she sucked and he sucked, so that they were both colliding with each other, and she lost all rational thought, all sense of where they were, time, space, and what her first name was. There was only that moment, the two of them locked in mutual pleasure, and when Elec plunged his tongue inside her, she came hard. When she would have jerked off him, he held her tightly so she didn’t move, and while she paused with him in her mouth, she didn’t let go, so that her orgasm swept over her with him fully embedded in her, and she closed her eyes to ride out the intense waves of pleasure.
    Oh my. The man was just full of good ideas.
    The second her orgasm eased up, she refocused on him, taking it slow and steady, then speeding up when his breathing grew erratic and his fingers dug into her thighs. She felt the throb of him inside her mouth, knew when he was going to come, and knew he was trying to pull away. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to feel that final pulse, wanted to know she had done that to him, so she held on until he groaned, then he filled her mouth with his hot, salty come.
    Having made an art form out of avoiding her husband doing just that in her mouth, Tamara was shocked at how much she had wanted Elec to, and how good it felt. It was raw, and messy, but it was damn satisfying.
    She collapsed on his legs, every muscle in her body quivering from overstimulation, and Elec lightly smacked her backside.
    “Holy shit,” was his thought on the matter.
    She had to agree.
    “I have about three minutes to get my ass out of here and I can’t move a single muscle,” he said.
    Tamara shifted a little and stroked his penis. It jumped. “One muscle’s still moving.”
    “Leave it alone, darlin’, or we’re going to have a situation on our hands.”
    She laughed. “I don’t want you to be late. That’s bad form for a rookie. But I’m having a hard time peeling myself off of you.”
    In fact, she couldn’t believe she was still lying with her ass inches from his eyes, but her body felt too damn satisfied to care. About anything. Ever again.
    But he had to go. She knew that well enough. So she forced herself to roll off him. “How was that for a good luck kiss?”
    Elec grinned as he tore the sheet off them and sat up. “Couldn’t ask for more than that. That ought to see me straight through to the finish line. How was it for you?”
    It ought to see her through the next ten