Free The Affair: Week 5 by Beth Kery Page A

flashing, blinding her, one that he didn’t he even seem to notice. She swallowed and looked away.
    “I didn’t hate it or anything, Vanni. I’m just no expert. And . . . it seems nicer for men than women, that’s all,” she mumbled. “I mean, that’s what I used to think.”
    “You don’t anymore?” he asked, taking a step toward her. She found herself staring at his cock again. It was only inches away from her face.
    “No,” she whispered. “I want to touch you very much. I want to please you, like you did me in that dressing room.”
    “You’re not interested in figuring out a sure way to make that happen?” he asked, and she heard the humor in his voice. She looked up into his face and smiled.
    “Of course I am. I’m just not sure how.”
    “You’re not going to fail. Trust me. Right now, for instance, your eyes are doing a damn good job of turning me on . . . as usual.”
    She quirked her brows in confusion.
    “Never mind,” he mumbled. “Just touch me.”
    Her hand was already on the way. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. He was heavy and hard and warm. She felt the subtle pulse of his heartbeat in the veins. His sharp inhale at her touch pleased her very much. She skimmed her hand upward over the defined rim beneath the crown, biting her lip in arousal at the sensation of the smooth skin covering dense flesh. Made bolder by her excitement, she ran her fist from balls to tip several times, holding up the shaft slightly so that she could stare at the virile vision of his round, heavy testicles. Her mouth watered.
    “You’re so beautifully shaped,” she observed distractedly, running her hand up and down the shaft again. The crown especially excited her, smooth and defined, like the fat, tapered cap of a mushroom. “So hard.” She flicked her fingers against the rim with extra force and heard him grunt softly. Before she could second-guess herself, she gave in to desire and leaned forward, inserting the large head between her lips. It excited her, how dense his flesh was, how warm, and yet the skin was velvety soft. She pushed slightly with her head and felt him parting her lips wide.
    “Enough,” he said roughly, and he stepped away. One second, she’d had the hard pressure straining against her lips, and the next it was gone, leaving her a little bereft . . . hungry.
    She watched him in profile as he opened the bedside table, his cock jutting out between his strong thighs. Her eyes widened when he extracted the arch-shaped vibrator and remote control.
    “I’m just going to slip this inside you while I get something,” he said. “Do you need lubrication?”
    Emma cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “I don’t think so,” she admitted. Things felt very warm and tingly at her sex. She’d practically melted into hot goo when she’d been sitting in his lap while he played with her breasts beneath a hot sun. That much arousal wasn’t so easily rinsed away. Besides, she’d felt that familiar tickle and rush of heat with his fat cockhead pressed between her lips right now.
    She saw his small smile as he turned to flip back the sheet. “I’ve told you, that’s a good thing. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”
    “I know. I’m
not
,” she insisted. His eyebrows arched expectantly.
    “You know what to do,” he prompted, his low voice making the prickling sensation at her clit amplify. “Anytime you see this in my hand, just open your thighs.”
    Licking her lip anxiously, she lay back on the bed and did what he said.
    “That’s right,” he said, placing one knee on the mattress. He put the tip of his finger at her entrance, his jaw going hard. “You’re right. You don’t need anything. You’re nice and warm and wet,” he said gruffly. She bit her lip as he slid one side of the arch into her channel. She whimpered when he found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it once in a hard, tight circle, before he placed the other end of the arch