Free Secret Desires by Crystal Cierlak

to smooth her pajama shorts and panties off her body, and felt his thighs angle at the base of her bottom so her legs were straddled in the air. He hastily removed the articles of clothing and tossed them to his side. His erection grazed against her exposed sex, teasing her.
    "And the rest," he ordered.
    She removed her top as quickly as she could, then reached out to touch his chest only to have her hands captured by his. Caught off guard she tried tugging away from him, but his grasp was too tight.
    "Touch yourself."
    Natalie panted to catch her breath, but the quick and steady vibrations of her heart from within her chest made normal breathing impossible. She was too excited, too turned on to even try. He let go and she tentatively placed her palms over her breasts, feeling the delicate peaks of her erect nipples brush against her skin. James set his hands on either side of her arms and watched her, his chest mere inches from the tops of her hands. She squeezed the muscles between her legs together for just the slightest bit of friction. She could feel him - wanted to feel more of him.
    "James," she whispered.
    "What?"
    "I-" she breathed. She didn't know what to say, but felt she would say anything to convince him to end his teasing.
    "You what?" He angled his hips and used a hand to guide himself just far enough inside her to illicit a moan. "Open your eyes, Natalie," he ordered her, and she struggled to oblige. "You what ?" he repeated.
    "Nothing. I just want you."
    She gasped when he filled her entirely, the openness of her thighs against his hips deepening him inside of her. The weight of each thrust pushed her legs into her chest, and she cried out at the sensation of him. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. Her muscles tightened and released around him with every push of his hips. He grabbed her shoulders and used the leverage to bury himself inside her to the point of near pain. Each thrust was near-blinding in exquisite intensity.
    She was ready to combust, to come in such delirium that she would surely pass out. But when she was just barely close enough James slowed his pace and maneuvered until his torso was hovering just enough above hers so that she could feel her breasts slide against beads of sweat on his chest. She wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles, holding tight to him.
    He kissed her fervently, his lips embracing hers without discrimination. The urgent manner in which he tasted of her mouth was met in pace and intensity by his thrusts, and there was only a moment to enjoy the total immersion of her body into his before she was coming wildly around him, using the leverage of her heels pressed into his back to smash her hips flush against his. She craned her head backwards and quickly covered her face with a pillow to silence the howls that came unbidden from within her. James' lips were at her throat as he came, groaning so loudly she could feel the vibrations against her own vocal cords. Even when he stopped moving she could feel him pulsating inside of her in response to her own overly-sensitized muscles.
    Natalie relaxed beneath him and lazily reached up to brush a lock of hair from off his forehead. Her fingers dampened with his sweat. He looked deep into her eyes, his mouth open and panting as he tried to catch his breath. Something inside her shifted as she gazed back. Perhaps it was the still-closeness of their warm bodies against one another, or the thrilling high of beautiful chemicals that surged through her post-coitus mind. She felt all at once vulnerable to him and protected by him, that even though she was naked and beyond exposed to him she was safe. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
    The sound of her ringing cell phone brought her clearly back into reality as though she were only just waking up. James wordlessly untangled their bodies and got up so she could grab the phone just before it went to voicemail.
    "Shane," she greeted her assistant after a quick glance at the