Free So Much More by Elizabeth Adams Page B

straddled him, her mound pressed to him but separated by the fabric of her pants. She rubbed herself on him, rotating her hips, grinding into him. He hadn’t had time to gain control and felt the pressure of his release pushing to the point of no return. But he wasn’t ready, not like this, not with her fully dressed.
    He rolled with her and slid down her body. His hands spread her legs just as his mouth sank into her mound. “Oh!” she said in surprise , her body jerking forward, and he grinned. He nipped at her through her pants, his hot breath reaching places his tongue couldn’t. Through the fabric he found her bud and he scraped his teeth over it, relishing in the way her body arched into him, begging for more.
    He moved to unbutton and work her pants off her and she helped, her movements as frantic as his own. She was bare from the waist down and he lowered his head to truly taste her, have her essence on his tongue. And she was delicious.  He lapped at her, his tongue moving in her, his teeth grazing her bud. In this he knew she was a virgin and he loved it. The idea that he was the only man to taste her somehow made her his, just as he was the first man she tasted. He slid two fingers in her and sucked the bud in between his teeth.              
    Her back shot off the ground, her hands going into his hair and pushing his head closer to him. “Oh Dean, oh god!” He continued manipulating her, tasting her, fingering her, until he could stand no more.
    He had a brief thought about a condom and quickly discarded it. He moved up her body, her legs wrapping around his waist and he looked into her eyes. “I want to be in you. Just me with no barriers.” She sighed and bucked against him. He was at her opening, ready to push in, his dick throbbing with want, when his conscience broke through the haze.
    What if she wasn’t on the pill? What if she got pregnant from this? It would make her his in a way no other woman could be. For a split second he moved closer, prepared to take the decision from her, making it his own. But she stared up at him with trust, and something else, something he didn’t want to name, and he knew he had to make her understand.
    “Angie, do you know what I’m asking?” He asked, almost hating himself for not just pushing in. What if she said no, what if she understood the implications and shunned him, denying him what he suddenly knew he wanted more than anything else in the world. A reason to keep the relationship going, make it so it had to come out for all to know about.
    “Dean please,” she bucked under him, straining toward what she wanted.
    “Not until you tell me you understand. Are you on the pill?”
    Here eyes flared in surprise, a bit of herself coming back to reality. “No… don’t you have a condom?”
    He waited, letting it sink in and hoping he wouldn’t have to spell it out for her. “Oh, you don’t want to use it…” She answered her own question. He could see her mind working, going over what it could mean, what might come of it. “Dean… no.” She shook her head slightly in answer. “I can’t take the chance.”
    He reached down his leg to where his pants rested and pulled the condom from his pocket. She shut her eyes as he put it on, as if distancing herself from him and the power of the moment. “Look at me, Angie. Don’t shut me out now.” She opened her eyes and he saw it all. The sadness of an ending fling. Questioning whether she should have let him. Wondering where they went from here.
    “You are absolutely beautiful, do you know that?” He whispered as he moved to her opening again. “I’ve always thought so. You’ve always been so untouchable, and finally, after all these years I have you, if only for a few days.”
    Dean pushed into her then, slowly filling her, letting his body saturate her. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
    “Don’t be. You were right to say no. What we have is spectacular…”  The word ‘but” hung in the