Free Losing Control by Laramie Briscoe Page B

low and deep.
    “Faster, deeper.”
    He loved a woman that told him exactly what she wanted. When she wasn’t shy, to get dirty with him. He hated having to play the guessing game, and if this was any indication how she would be with him, he was in heaven. Following her directions, he increased the pressure on the nub of pleasure, thrusting his fingers deeply into her body.
    She in turn thrust her body up to meet his, trying to get there quicker. Next time they did this, he would make her slow down and enjoy it, but it was so hot to see her go after what she wanted that he let her do what she wanted this time.
    “C’mon, B, show me what you want,” he encouraged her.
    She’d never been with a man so selfless before who encouraged her to go after her own pleasure. She let her right leg fall down, so that she spread even further open for him. Bracing it against the bottom of the hot tub, she used it as leverage to thrust her body up to his. Arching her midsection off the hard plastic of the seat, she breathed heavily.
    Letting go of her breasts, she ran her hands down her body until they came into contact with his flesh. She grabbed his hand tightly and held it still as she lifted her body against it in a rhythm that he was sure he would never be able to duplicate.
    “Jagger, don’t stop,” she begged.
    “You’re doin’ it, baby. Take what you want. Take what you need.”
    Her body tightened as she threw herself headlong into the release, groaning loudly and gripping her legs tightly around his hand, not letting go.
    “Fuck, Bianca, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, letting her ride it out against his hand.
    She rolled her head around and opened her eyes, meeting his with a shy smile on her face.
    “Was that good?” he asked, a grin on his face.
    “Yeah,” she admitted, licking her lips and stretching against him. As she moved her foot, it grazed the hardness of his cock. Her eyes heated when she glanced at him.
    “Yeah, it affected me too,” he admitted.
    Moving around so that she kneeled in front of him, she untied the knot at his waist. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” she told him softly.
    “You won’t,” the words were guttural.
    She didn’t want him to move too much, so as she pushed the swim trunks down his thighs, she grasped him in her hand.
    “Shit,” he gasped.
    Moving up and down on the hardness, she made a point to run her hand over the soft head, causing him to lift his hips slightly.
    “Try to stay still, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
    He laughed, the sound hollow. “Yeah right, stay still when you’re doing this?” Reaching down, he gripped her hand in his, showing her how tightly he wanted her to hold him and the pace he liked.
    “Is this what’ll get you off?” she asked, gazing up at him.
    His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. The strong column of his neck strained as he fought to hold back the sounds that should have been coming from his throat.
    “Fuck yes,” he gasped out.
    He had been perpetually hard around her since the first moment he’d seen her, and it had kept him from being with other women. It was embarrassing how quickly this was going to be over. He pushed against her shoulders, trying to warn her back.
    “It’s almost there.”
    She was excited that she could get him where he needed to be in such a short amount of time. It gave her a feminine thrill that she hadn’t had in a long time. Leaning against his body, she placed nipping kisses against his neck. In the past, sex and sexual acts hadn’t meant anything to her. This, however, was different. To see him come would mean the world to her.
    His body tightened, and he grasped her hand tighter around his length, groaning as he emptied himself into the hot water. “Shit,” he breathed, rapidly blinking his eyes.
    She laughed softly. “I think we made a mess here, and I don’t think we’ll be allowed back in here ever again.”
    He cracked up, a full body laugh. “We’ll figure