Free Needing Him by Michelle Dare Page B

Could I forgive him for everything that he’d done?
    I didn’t know the answers, but knew I had to take a leap of faith.  I missed him with every fiber of my being.  He was mine and had been since I first laid eyes on him.
     

~ 9 ~
    Pushing off of the driver’s seat, I climbed onto Radek’s lap, straddling him.  My hands went to either side of his face and I could feel his rough stubble under my palms.  Emotion whirled within me.  Being so close to him again awakened the fire that laid dormant while he was gone.
    He looked into my eyes blinking back tears in his own.  In those eyes I could see his hurt.  The hurt that matched my own.  He really did love me and was only doing what he thought was necessary to protect me.  I still wasn’t happy about the way he went about it¸ but I couldn’t resist the pull to him any longer.  We needed to talk more, that was for certain.  All I wanted though, was to feel his skin against mine.
    On a whisper he said, “Kasi.”
    Closing the distance between us, I kissed him.  He immediately opened for me and our tongues started a very greedy dance.  We only broke our kiss to shed clothing.  First our shirts, then he pulled my black lace bra down and covered my nipple with his mouth.
    His tongue swirled over the tip sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.  I was moaning loudly, holding his head in place.  He was alternating between sucking and gently biting.  Fuck, did I miss him.
    I tried to move, but the front seat of the Jeep became too confining.  With my left hand I reached down to the lever on the side and reclined us all the way down.  I started to climb over him to get to the back seat.  If I folded it down we would have a bigger area to lie on.
    Radek grabbed my hips as they hovered over his face.  He quickly undid the button and zipper of my jeans and swiftly pulled them down my legs, along with my panties, throwing them to the side.  Taking his strong hands he parted my legs over his face and snaked his tongue out to lick up my center.
    “Oh God,” I cried out.
    He didn’t waste any time getting right to work on my clit.  Both of his hands gripped my thighs, holding me while I bucked at the onslaught of sensation.  That tongue of his, that talented fucking tongue, swept down my center, dipping inside of me, lapping at my juices.
    Working it back up, he settled in on my swollen nub again.  He knew exactly what pressure to put on it to send me soaring.  My body jerked above him as the orgasm rocked me to my core.  I didn’t want it to stop.  The feeling was so intense.  His name tumbled from my lips over and over again.
    Once he was satisfied he had given me one hell of an orgasm, he pulled me down on top of him.  I rested my head against his chest to slow my breathing.  My leg slid up and I could feel how hard he was.  I moved my leg over his cock repeatedly, loving the feel of him and knowing I was the one who made him that way.
    He reached down and quickly freed himself.  I slid lower to help him remove his jeans and boxer briefs.  Looking down at his dick, I licked my lips and bent forward, unable to resist tasting him.
    As soon as my lips wrapped around him, he jerked up into my mouth.  My hand cupped his sac, rolling it gently with my fingers.  The taste of his pre-cum was making me moan low in my throat.  Radek must have liked the vibration, because his hands flew to my head to push me onto him further.
    The primal need to show him that he was mine and no other’s roared to life in my head.  Just the thought that he could have been with someone else while we were apart made me work him faster and harder.  Hollowing my cheeks, taking him all of the way to the back of my throat, he was mine!
    Within seconds he sat up in the seat as his seed coated my throat.  I milked him for every last drop.
    I wasn’t satisfied yet.  Climbing up his body, I straddled his waist and started grinding my pussy against his now softening