Free Effortless by S.C. Stephens

my
jaw.
     
    My body moving in perfect rhythm with his hand, I squirmed and
whimpered. I hated how easily he could reduce me to a begging,
quivering mass of hormones…and I loved it too. “Yes, I want
you…now…please.”
     
    I could feel him grinning as he placed kisses along my skin. He
did love it when I asked for it. Pressing his body into mine, I
could feel how much he wanted me, too. I whimpered as he pulled his
hand away from me, but then he settled himself between my legs, the
hard length of him resting tantalizingly close, and my complaint
shifted to a moan. Then he did…nothing, nothing but continue to
kiss me.
     
    It was torture. Pure, blissful torture. Having him so close sent
my body into overdrive. I was practically clawing at his back,
squirming underneath him, doing anything I could to move him into
position. I couldn’t, though. He held himself against me, but
perfectly out of reach. It drove me crazy.
     
    And my reaction drove him crazy. His breath was fast, his lips
frantic. He groaned as his fingers explored my body. He moaned my
name as he dropped his head to rest in the crook of my neck. Barely
able to stand it another second, my hand trailed down his chest,
his abdomen, the deep V that led straight to what I wanted, what I
needed. My hand wrapped around him, hard, ready, pulsing under my
fingers. A slight wetness coated my thumb as I swirled over the tip
of him and he clutched the sheets again, but in a good way this
time.
     
    “God, I need you,” he breathed in my ear. I started to feel like
he meant more than just for a physical release, but he adjusted his
hips and plunged right into me, and I wondered nothing more about
it.
     
    My hand fell away as he sunk in deep. We both made equally
passionate groans of relief. Then we started moving together.
In-between fast breaths and soft moans of pleasure, our lips
searched the other’s. He quickly brought me right to the brink, my
cries more frantic with each thrust. Then, right as I was about to
go over, he stilled his hips, not moving at all. It was an aching
torture that made me dig into his backside, trying to get him to
keep going.
     
    With a strained voice he whispered, “Just wait, Kiera.” I didn’t
think I could. I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to
whimper, I wanted to cry. Then he moved again.
     
    Holy hell, the fire that surged through my body…I never knew
anything could feel that good.
     
    He did it two more times, stopping, then starting; I even begged
him to do it on the last time. Then he didn’t stop anymore. Then I
didn’t think he could, even if I asked him to. With his head buried
in my shoulder again, he groaned so erotically, I instantly
clenched around him, finally having the release that he’d kept from
me for so long. It was…glorious.
     
    He cried out as I squeezed around him and I felt him releasing
into me. After a few final thrusts, he stopped moving, breathing
heavily as he laid on my chest. I was a little surprised to feel
that we were both slightly damp from the exertion. You wouldn’t
think sex could actually be a workout, but if done right…
     
    Feeling lightheaded, I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around
his head. When our breaths had stabilized and our bodies cooled to
normal, I looked down at him still resting on top of me. He hadn’t
moved at all. He was still…a part of me.
     
    Hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep like that, I poked his
shoulder. “Are you going to…move?”
     
    He grunted then stretched, still not pulling out. “No, I’m
good.”
     
    I giggled as I threaded my fingers back through his hair. “You
can’t stay there, you know.” I felt myself flushing horribly and
was instantly glad the room was still dark.
     
    He peeked up at me, the moonlight glinting off his mischievous
eyes. “I’m just saving us time.” He grinned crookedly as he moved
his hips a little. He was still sort of semi-aroused and the
movement sent a shiver though my body. My