Free Meat by Opal Carew Page A

lacy pink bra. A moment later, he stripped away her blouse.
    She grasped his cock again, knowing she never wanted to let it go.
    He leaned forward and his lips brushed against the swell of her breast above her bra, then down over the lace. When he nibbled her nipple through the thin fabric, it peaked in his mouth, sending pleasure spiking through her.
    She squeezed his shaft, then began to stroke again, loving the feel of the hard column gliding through her fingers.
    He unzipped her skirt, then stood up, pulling her with him. He pressed the skirt down her hips until it fell to the floor.
    His gaze glided down her body, his eyes sparking with desire.
    “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this again.”
    “Like this?” she asked.
    Then she released his cock and reached behind her. She unfastened the bra and slowly peeled it away, loving the flash of heat in his eyes as he gazed at her naked breasts. Then she stripped away her panties.
    “Or like
this
?”
    She stood before him completely naked.
    “Oh, definitely like this.” His low, velvety deep voice sent shivers through her.
    He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, then shed his boxers. The shirt was the last to go, revealing his bulging, muscular, tattooed arms.
    She stepped toward him and he wrapped those big arms around her, holding her close to him. The warmth and strength emanating from him almost made her weep with happiness. She felt soft and vulnerable in his arms. And so protected.
    She rested her head against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured.
    He tipped up her chin and gazed into her eyes.
    “I can’t tell you what it means to me to hear you say that.”
    Then he kissed her. Starting off sweet and tender, then passion building to a blazing inferno. She drove her tongue into his mouth, and pulsed it inside, wanting to become a part of him. Needing to join with him.
    His cock, swelling to an incredible girth, pulsed against her stomach, branding her as if it were on fire.
    She wrapped her hand around him again.
    “God, I want you,” she murmured against his ear.
    He laughed, then pressed her back to the bed. The world tilted around her as she tumbled onto it. He landed by her side, and his hand cupped her breast.
    A cold wind howled outside and she shivered, her exposed nipples swelling to a hard peak. He captured one in his mouth, the warmth soothing the aching flesh. Until he nudged it with his tongue, then suckled. She arched against him, moaning softly.
    “Oh, yes. Please suck it harder.”
    She wanted to feel her nipple pulled deep into his mouth.
    He complied, and her nipple ached with the hard suction. She grasped his head and pulled it harder to her.
    “Oh, yes. More.”
    It almost hurt, but she wanted …
needed
to be deep inside him.
    He shifted to her other breast and devoured that hard nub, too. Soon she was moaning. So close to orgasm she could hardly believe it.
    He swirled his tongue around her as his fingers glided down her stomach, then he drew on her deep again, just as his fingers glided over her clit.
    She gasped, then moaned as an explosive orgasm blasted through her. She moaned again, her voice deep and guttural as the pleasure pulsed on and on.
    When her moans subsided, he kissed her, his lips lingering. Then their tongues tangled in a frantic dance.
    “Fuck, baby, I can’t believe you came so quickly.”
    She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I—”
    He covered her mouth, driving his tongue deep, then drew back. He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound.
    “Don’t ever apologize for coming, my sweet. I’m delighted.”
    “Well, then, let’s see what this does for you.”
    She turned to face the foot of the bed and grasped his cock in both hands. As she stroked him, he guided her over him, so her knees were on either side of his shoulders. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, then swirled her tongue around and around the tip. She opened her mouth wide as she glided down on him, slowly