Free Emily's Seduction by Natasha Blackthorne

wasn’t exciting enough. She needed a man’s touch, a man’s tongue, a man’s cock.
    Peter’s mouth covered hers, open, moist. She opened her mouth and let him kiss her. His taste, oh, his taste—
    Her inner walls began to contract, hard, fierce contractions. Swift, sweet sensation raced through her, and her whole body shook as she cried out into his mouth as she came. Oh, damn, it wasn’t—it wasn’t nearly… She worked herself furiously and then she was coming again. His mouth lifted from hers and her cries echoed in her ears.
    She leaned forward, falling on to his chest, and her hand fell limp. The aftershocks were slow to ebb in the intense yet not quite deep enough way of an orgasm achieved by only stimulating her nub.
    And it left her crashing, like when she was a child at Christmas and had eaten too many sweets. She had desired Peter—for those moments his kiss had been her whole world—but now that sensation was suddenly gone. She could easily leave him and go crawl into her bed and go to sleep and not regret the lack of him beside her.
    So this was the difference between lust and love. She had never felt this way with Alex. She always wanted to curl into him and never let go after lovemaking. What a shock to discover it, but she must have loved Alex from the start…
    Peter gently pushed her to the edge of his knees and began to unbutton his breeches. Once his fall was open and he pulled his cock out, she found herself fascinated anew at his difference from Alex. He was not as big. She might even be able to swallow him completely. But it wasn’t going to be necessary apparently, for he wrapped his hand about his shaft.
    “Stroke him, my love.”
    Alex’s voice startled her but she obeyed instantly, touching Peter, taking over from him.
    Peter groaned. “Oh, Christ, you do that sweetly. Alex has taught you well.”
    “Well, just don’t forget yourself. Don’t come on any part of her body.”
    Peter sounded pained. “Oh, Alex, it is like having her but not having her.”
    “You’re a lucky bastard tonight and you know it.”
    Peter chuckled but the sound came out halfway as a groan. He pulled a snowy white handkerchief out of his pocket. In a matter of moments, he was coming into it and moaning his pleasure openly.
    Emily started at the touch of large, strong hands seizing her waist. She was lifted up and off of Peter and then she was in Alex’s arms, held against his hard stomach and muscled chest. His body hair tickled her bareness. He had undressed. She wrapped her arms about his neck and the bookshelves and other furniture of the study whizzed by in a blur. Her laughter echoed in her ears. She landed on something soft and her bottom slid over its cool, satiny surface. The other settee. Alex loomed over her, his face fierce as he covered her with his body. His hardness touched her entrance.
    “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, writhing frantically. “Oh, dear God, yes .”
    He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. He kissed her.
    If Peter’s kisses had been wine and honey and strawberries and sweets, Alex’s kiss was ale and roasted beef and hot, black coffee laced with rum on a cold January morning and all things nourishing and strengthening. Sustaining. Everything she could ever need. With a moan, long and lingering deep in her throat, she gave herself up to him.
    He plunged deep within her. She cried out his name and wrapped her arms and legs around him at the same time. He pulled back and thrust deep again and she screamed his name. His lips fastened into the curve of her neck and then he was fucking her with savage abandon and she soared with the incredible pleasure.
     
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    She opened her eyes. What was she doing in the study? Oh yes, right. Dear heaven, she didn’t remember anything past the astounding orgasm. At the sound of Alex catching his breath, she turned. He sat beside her. Had he? Of course he had. He must have. The smell of their sex and sweat permeated the air.