Free Speak (The Voice trilogy Book 2) by Noelle Bodhaine Page B

Never have I felt so lost to someone, felt so safe and I want more. I need more. I will never get enough of feeling like this. One moment I was sad and the next I am completely swept away by this man who has learned me, who cares for me, who wants to take my pain away.
                  He pushes back from me and the fire in his eyes is delightfully startling. He looks consumed with lust.
                  “I need to possess you, Sophie, to fill you up, I will go mad if I don’t,” his husky voice tickles my ears and makes me wet. He stands with me in his lap, his strong arms wrapped around me as he walks us into the living room, gently laying me on the floor. “I want to get lost with you, Beautiful.” He pulls my shorts off, the tips of his warm fingers running the lengths of my legs as he does so painfully slow. My head is swimming in a pool of turbulent lust watching him slowly undress me and then himself. As he stands and drops his trunks to the floor, I am overwhelmed with the need to feel him, to taste him. I rise up to my knees and look into his waiting eyes. He nods, putting his hands on the back of my head, guiding my mouth over his hard, waiting cock.
                  Never have I wanted anything more. The velvet of his shaft against my tongue is heaven. The salt of his skin the flavor I have been missing. I grip him tightly and work him over with my mouth as he moans. Always guiding me, his fist in my hair. I get so caught up in the moment I push him to the back of my throat over and over. I am insatiable for him, unable to stop, to get enough. As I speed up, I feel him jerk and he tugs my hair, pulling me away from his body. He slowly shakes his head and grins.
                  “Wicked,” he mouths, sinking slowly to his knees. He takes my face into his hands and grazes my lips with his, back and forth, so hypnotic. My whole body hums a tune I have never heard. I have never been this caught up. I am not thinking, just doing, he inspires such freedom in me. He pushes me to the ground and hovers over me, his fist tightly grasping one of my breasts. He tugs and twists at my flesh, leaving it hot and red, the light in his eyes says he likes the marks he leaves, as do I. In that moment I would gladly wear his finger prints all over my skin, to tell the world that I belong to him.
                  And as he slides in and invades my body, I do belong to him. Mind, body and soul. I am so lost to this man in this moment, he is the air that I breathe. With every slow, deep thrust, he fills my lungs with the pure air of his possession. He owns me, slowly, deeply, completely. He watches me as we move together, our eyes locked. My pulse races while he takes his time. The length of his cock slowly torturing me, sinking so deeply, then retreating only to return with a little more force. In our own reality, we exist, only the two of us. A tangled mass of limbs and lust. Our sweat slicked skin binding us, our racing hearts working to keep pace. In this moment I am a free woman, so lost to this man that nothing will ever be the same.

Chapter 6
     
                  The morning passes too fast and he is packed and ready to go. He looks back at me as his driver opens his door. He drops his bag to the curb and marches back to me with a swift purpose that sweeps me away. Lifting me from the ground, he kisses me. A kiss that rings in my toes as he quickly sets me back down with a grin. “I will be thinking of you, Ms. Noelle, every moment until we meet again. And I promise to make that as soon as possible.” He turns on his heel and disappears into the back of the car, taking my breath and my heart with him.
                  It is easier to bury my head in work now. I know I will see him again, there is no question of how or if, just when. And the knowledge sets my mind at ease.