Free Asking for More by Lilah Pace

aroused, my hair falling in front of my face. The sheer lust in his gray eyes as he takes me in makes my knees feel weak.
    Jonah caresses my breasts, palms them, and brushes his thumbs across my nipples. I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around his erection, which pulses hot in my hand. The first drops of pre-come slick my fingers, and I circle the ridge, the tip. He groans, a low, desperate sound—until he suddenly goes silent.
    Of course. He’s scared of waking Rebecca. We’ll have to be completely, totally quiet.
    I grin as he brings my face to his again. I’ve always loved a challenge.
    Jonah’s fingers slip into my panties, and he brushes against my clit. I muffle myself against his shoulder; I’m so sensitive there that direct touch sometimes gets me off too quickly.
    But he knows this. He knows my body better than I do by now. He simply tugs my panties down and helps them to fall to the deck beside my shirt.
    Completely naked, I let him walk me back a couple of steps, until my shoulders brush the wooden door. Then Jonah kneels before me, pulls one of my thighs over his shoulder, and starts going down on me.
    As his tongue sweeps over my clit, I bite my lower lip. I want to moan, to tell him yes, but stifling that sound somehow makes the sensation even hotter. All I can do is brace my hands against the doorjamb as he starts going faster, licking me up and down, and finally pressing his mouth firmly against me as he starts to suck.
    Pure pleasure ripples through me, almost blinding in its intensity. Jonah goes slow, knowing this will turn me on but not get me off. He wants to bring me to the brink and hold me there forever. If anyone can do it, he can.
    I want him between my legs for hours. But I also want to get off now. I reach down to cup the back of his head with my hand, keeping him right there. Jonah responds by sucking faster—and then, when I gasp, speeding up still more.
    How dare he do this to me when we have to be quiet,
I think in a haze of need.
If we were alone this would be making me scream.
Every pulse sends heat rippling up through me, and I start rocking my hips forward with each one, increasing the pressure just a little more.
    I look down to see my thigh across his muscled shoulder, one of his hands gripping me firmly. His face is buried between my legs, but I can see the slight turn and bob of his head as he keeps at me. Already our bodies are covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
    Usually, my orgasms build quickly, but tonight it takes its time, dawning slowly inside me. Slowly, so slowly, I slide to the brink, poised at the moment of inevitability, until finally I come—a long, luscious, perfect wave of ecstasy that courses through me, cunt to heart to brain and back again, over and over. Jonah’s fingers tighten against my thigh, proof he knows what he’s doing to me, and he keeps going, rhythm absolutely the same, so that I can enjoy every long second of it.
    When finally my orgasm fades, I slump against the door. Jonah pulls back, places a wet, sticky kiss on the lowest part of my belly, then gets to his feet. He’s already pulling down his boxers, and his rock-hard cock is ready for his turn.
    I sling one leg around him, angling my body to make it easy for Jonah to slip inside. He’s made me so open, so wet, that even his enormous cock sinks in easily. Jonah breathes out sharply, fighting his own need to make noise. If what he’s feeling is half as good as what he did to me, it’s all he can do not to scream.
    He begins fucking me in slow, long strokes. Instead of taking me hard and savagely while I’m standing up, he uses this as a way of being gentle. His cock slides almost all the way out of me each time, and then he thrusts back in until our bellies touch. With one hand he leans on the door; with the other he fondles my breast.
    I’m not going to come again—that last climax was so good, so overwhelming, it might as well