Free Underneath It All (The Walsh Series #1) by Kate Canterbary Page A

wanted to be.
    “I’m waiting,” I said.
    Her gaze fixed on me, she licked her lips and allowed her hands to skim along her belly and hips. She brushed her fingers on her outer folds, and I growled when she shuddered and moaned. Her breathing quickened, and a flush covered her body. It wasn’t a game to her. This was as much for her pleasure as it was for mine. She wasn’t angling for porn star choreography or even shy seductiveness. She was only concerned with getting off on her own fingers, and that honesty made for a rare flavor of foreplay.
    Two fingers slipped inside and her thumb circled her clit, moving with measured strokes. Time slowed to the pace of my ragged breaths yet I felt it blurring and screeching past me. I concentrated on memorizing every inch, every movement, every sound.
    Underneath her sassy sweetness Lauren was bold and wicked and precious. I loved it, I loved that there was no time for taboos, and I loved the way she watched me watching her. It was sexy as hell but best of all, it was instructive.
    “Don’t be so shy,” Lauren whispered.
    I gazed at her, unblinking and speechless. My cock was begging for her, straining and weeping from behind my boxer briefs. They hit the floor, and I groaned when my fist jerked down my throbbing length.
    The sounds of skin sliding over skin were spellbinding, and we fell into a staccato rhythm, watching each other. I didn’t pay much attention to what I was doing, but Lauren studied my hand as it glided up and down. Her fingers moved quickly, instinctively, and I saw her fighting the balance between learning how I liked it and surrendering to her body and her needs.
    And I didn’t want her making that choice.
    “Tell me what you want.”
    Confusion flashed through her eyes before her head lolled back on a throaty wail. “Matthew,” she moaned. “Get your cock and fuck me with it now .”
    If there were better words to hear, I didn’t know them.
    I snagged a condom from the bedside drawer and knelt between Lauren’s shaking legs as I rolled it down. Her deep hum of agreement and self-satisfied smile when she saw my cock pointed directly at her sent tingles through my body. I pushed into her on a rough grunt, and her incredible tightness was unlike anything. Urgent, eager sensations bit at the base of my spine and I traced the pulse hammering in her wrists, inhaling and exhaling to slow it all down.
    “Is this what you wanted, filthy girl?”
    She wrapped her legs around me in response, and my arm cradled her hips. I lifted her to me, angling her body to receive me, take me deeper, take all of me. She clenched, and the constricting pressure was divine. Prickles of release shot along my spine again, and my next thrust pushed us to the other side of the bed.
    I held her hands down, my mouth sucking hard at her taut nipple as thin spasms rolled through her core. She arched against my mouth, clawing at my hands, whispering stuttered pleas into my ear. “Tell me how you want me, Matthew.”
    The droplet of tequila clinging to her lip forced its way into my mind, followed by the greatest hits of every scrap of porn I’d ever seen.
    “Fuck, sweetness. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
    And I didn’t think she was. The things I wanted were wild and hedonistic. It didn’t matter how many taboos we crushed; I was essentially having a threesome with Lauren and her naïveté right now, and I wasn’t about to ask if I could come on her tits. I wasn’t going to be the asshole who took it too far when this was already fucking phenomenal.
    “Maybe I am,” she said. “Maybe I want you to fuck me like I’m your dirty little slut.”
    Looking up from between her breasts, I stared at Lauren, uncertainty and discomfort ticking away and multiplying between us as her words spread over me, sinking into my skin and claiming space in my vocabulary. They were wrong—so much of this was wrong—and the opposite of my expectations, yet exactly what I needed,