Free Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) by C.J. Wells Page A

as he stands before me, the bed’s high platform aligning my core perfectly for his taking.
    Leaning up, I bite my lip in eager yearning, watching him unfasten his belt and pants before bending to discard them with his boxers, his hungry eyes never leaving me. The sight of his ready cock as he stands upright, its tip glistening with pre cum, makes me lick my lips in anticipation, followed by my needy whimper at his sensual stroke of his shaft. My eyes dart to his, sapphire passion staring back at me atop his breathtakingly parted lips.
    “You’re fucking perfect,” he reaches out to stroke my check, brushing his thumb along my lips, staring into my eyes.
    I’m insatiable for this man, as he is for me. Yet every time feels like the first. The best. Our undeniable chemical connection too strong to ever fade.
    I swallow hard, trying to remember to breathe, watching his gaze leave mine to follow the teasing touch of his fingers down my quivering tummy, his cock still gripped in his hand amid slow, sensuous pumps. My pussy clenches at the sight, begging for his fill. His hand pauses at my pelvis, his thumb finding my sensitive bud, rubbing in perfect teasing circles that rocket the burning heat in my core.
    My body arches into his touch, pleading, enticing, desperate for him. Sensual arousal consumes me as I move to massage my breasts for his perusal. Taunting him as he taunted me. “Take me,” I bite my lip, staring into his eyes before glancing down to his held cock.
    His chest rises and falls in his breathless, silent stare, his tongue lingering at his perfect bottom lip. “God, what you do to me,” he groans, brushing his hardness along my wet folds, lining up, teasing my entrance with the tip of his glorious cock.
    Oh, God. My core pulses around the engorged head, our gazes locked in the delicious moment. I’m on fire for him, his tantalizing measured pace driving me wild. “Fuck me,” the words fall off my tongue, the order laced with a sensual craving echoed in my body’s bucking for urgency.
    He plunges inside, our gasps swallowed in the silence as my body settles around his deep girth. Reaching up, he brushes his thumb along my lip, gently pulling it down and I take it in my mouth, sucking greedily as he pulls his cock back for another forceful thrust.
    My lips part on a gasp, his thumb, dampened from my suckling, moving to tantalize my clit amid his incredible pounding thrusts. Over and over, I meet him measure for measure, gripping the bed linen at my sides for momentum, my body tensing from the impending eruption. “Alex,” I scream his name, closing my eyes to euphoric white light as I explode around him.
    Grabbing my legs, he holds them wider, his perfect cock pumping into me with abandon, his breaths ragged amid his grunts of desire. “Look at me, baby,” he orders breathlessly, pounding through the wildest orgasm of my life.
    Our eyes lock, his face twisting in his passionate completion, stilling as my pussy milks the delicious pulsing ridges of his explosion.
    “Fuck,” he mutters, flopping down on top of me, our chests heaving, gasping for breaths. “You will be the death of me, Aby Ryan,” he whispers roughly, his parted lips smiling against my breast as he struggles for air. “Every perfect part of you.”

    MMMM , I MOAN in contentment, stretching in peaceful wakening before opening my eyes to the most beautiful man staring back at me. “What are you doing?” I whisper sleepily, not ready to lose the serenity of the moment.
    “I’m enjoying you. Appreciating you.” The slow, perfect pull of his lips into a smile is breathtaking.
    “You’re watching me sleep,” I laugh lightly, reaching to touch his perfect face. “How long did I sleep?” I jolt up, looking around for signs of dusk, panicked at the idea of sleeping our first afternoon away.
    “Just an hour. You needed it, baby.”
    “What I need is to spend every waking moment of this amazing vacation appreciating you . And,