Free Little Red Writing by Lila DiPasqua Page B

remember to breathe. Jésus-Christ , she looked incredible.
    She frowned. “What took you so long?”
    He swallowed before he could summon his voice. “I—”
    She shot to the balls of her feet, crushed her warm mouth against his, and thrust her tongue between his lips, and he forgot what he was going to say. Her taste was inebriating. He felt an instant hot rush through his veins.
    She stroked his tongue with zealous swirls and mind-bending sucks, kissing him with magnificent intensity. He hauled her up against him, his cock pulsing between them, and trailed his hands down her back, returning her famished kiss with equal hunger. He couldn’t seem to get enough. Not of this woman. Skimming his fingers up under her short chemise, he was stunned to find his hands on her pert—and very bare—derrière. Dieu, she wasn’t wearing any caleçons .
    She pulled away abruptly.
    He reached out to drag her back, but she shook her head.
    “Take this off.” She was already pulling off his justacorps, her breaths as rapid and rough as his own.
    Nicolas shrugged the knee-length jacket off his shoulders. Before the garment even hit the floor, her hands were tugging at the fastenings on his breeches, trying to open them.
    He loved it when a woman got straight to the point.
    Her fingers fumbled. He brushed them aside and opened his breeches in haste.
    She pulled his shirttails out. He yanked his shirt off and discarded it.
    Anne froze, her gaze slowly moving over his chest, down to his aching erection now straining out of his breeches. He was so hard, his cock felt as heavy as lead.
    “You are more beautiful than any man has the right to be,” she breathed.
    Before he could respond to her endearing comment, her soft fingers wrapped around his erection and slowly pumped his prick. His words were lost in his groan. He closed his eyes and leaned heavily against the door, basking in the sensations radiating along his cock with each stroke of her hand.
    Her other hand slipped inside his open breeches and cradled his sac, gently caressing him. “I want to pleasure you, Nicolas.”
    Oh, she was going to pleasure him, all right. Satiate him fully. He’d see to it. Then finally, finally this lust that had invaded his mind and was torturing his body would dissipate. He’d at last have it under control and be able to think clearly once more.
    Suddenly, her hands were gone. His eyes flew open, dazed, his body rioting for more. He found her kneeling before him, the candlelight in the room giving her bright beautiful hair a bedazzling glow.
    She grasped the base of his shaft and licked her lips.
    Essence oozed from the tip of his eager cock as thoughts of feeding his length into her mouth burned in his mind.
    Nicolas delved his fingers into her hair. This was not what he’d intended when he first walked in. Thanks to her parting words in the library, all he’d thought of the rest of the day was being inside her juicy core, riding her hard. But the famished look in her eyes and the lure of that hot wet mouth were . . . irresistible.
    He brought his prick closer to her moist lips. “Are you hungry for my cock, Anne?”
    Anne squeezed her knees together, trying to find relief from the throbbing ache between her legs. Yes, she was hungry for it! She was ravenous for him. Seeing how aroused she made him had her on fire and filled her with an exhilarating sense of power. She wanted him in her mouth. She wanted him filling her sex with that thick glorious part of his male anatomy.
    Undaunted by his size and her limited experience, she said firmly, “Yes. Tonight, it’s all mine to pleasure.” She should have been shocked by her words, her brazen behavior, but wasn’t. It thrilled her to see his eyes darken and feel his shaft twitch in her hand.
    He brought out a side of her she never knew existed. She had no idea how he drew it out of her—so effortlessly, when no one else ever had—but she was grateful for the remarkable