Free So Much More by Elizabeth Adams Page A

screamed for him to dance with her. He stood, holding his hand to her, and waited. Would she accept him? Would she understand this was all they had, this flash in time? Her eyes met his, wide with surprise. “Dance with me?” He asked uncertainly.
    Her small hand took his much larger one and she stood, stepping into his embrace as if it was where she knew she belonged.
    He held her close, swaying with the music, the waves crashing in the background. It was a spectacular. They were frozen in time and space; Just the two of them in paradise, caught up in the moment and making it their own. 
    The song ended, moving into another slow ballad, and Dean bent to kiss her parted lips. He savored her taste, slowly dipping into her mouth and memorizing her. Her texture. The soft scent of roses that seemed to follow her. The breathy sighs she made when he nipped her earlobe. If ever physically he needed a woman it was in that moment. But not just a woman. Angie. He needed Angie.
    They sank to the sand, Angie stretched out beneath him, and he kissed her slowly. Her hands roamed his chest, moving to slide under his shirt to feel him, as if she felt the need for physical contact like he did. When her hands moved to his waist band he almost stopped her, knowing that if she started down that path there was a good chance he would take her on the beach with people milling around in the darkness not thirty feet away.  But he didn’t stop her. People be damned, he wanted her hand encircling him, squeezing him. And it did.
    He was already hard before her hand sank into his pants, or at least he would have said he was hard. But it was nothing to the steeliness the first contact of her soft hand created. He was feeling physical pain with the strength of his erection and the masochist he was realizing himself to be relished in it.
    S he squeezed, pulling her hand upward, and his breath hissed out against her throat. “Oh god, Angie.” She stroked down and up again, squeezing harder and somehow increasing his length in the process. She nipped his neck then sucked the spot. His dick jerked in her hand and she gave a husky laugh.
    As she moved down his body he had an idea what her plans were, and again, he wasn’t going to stop her. She pushed him on his back with her free hand and extracted her other hand from his pants. They worked the fly of his jeans and had him exposed to the night air in seconds.
    She stared down at him in the darkness, his throbbing penis begging her to take him in her mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” She whispered so quietly he wasn’t sure he understood what she said. But her eyes met his and he saw it there, the fascination, the excitement. “It always seemed… I don’t know, not something I was comfortable with. But with you it’s different.”
    Dean was holding his breath, realizing in many ways she was still a virgin. The pedestal he put her on rose just a little more with that realization. She was the untouchable goddess that he somehow managed to entangle himself with.
    He watched her, waited for her, and thought he would explode with the first lick of her hot tongue. “Oh dear god,” he hissed, positive he was going to lose control.
    Angie took him in her mouth and moaned. Her hot mouth seared his over sensitized member until he knew if he didn’t stop her she was going to get a surprise that might ruin any future chances he had of her doing it again. And there was no way he was jeopardizing it, there would come a time he would be begging her to do it again, he knew that just as surely he knew the sun would rise in the morning.
    “Stop, Angie.” He ground out, his breathing heavy. She kept him in her mouth and looked up his body into his eyes. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his tip, creating a popping sound as she released him.
    “Didn’t you like it?” She was teasing him and all he could do was laugh his response. Did he like it? Holy hell he didn’t think he would survive it!
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