Free Love Me Tonight - Four Erotic Romance Stories for Valentine's Day - Boxed Set by Cassia Leo, Mimi Strong, Kandi Kayne, Catou Martine

about, and I’m not even sure who’s seducing who anymore.
    I straddle him, my right knee sinking a little into the space under the backrest of the couch. His hand is between us, angling his throbbing member up until it rests at my entrance.
    “Are you ready?” I ask, putting some downward pressure there, swiveling my hips around a little to wet the head of his rod with my juices.
    He’s breathing hard, his hands on my hips. “Yessss,” he hisses out as he lifts his hips and simultaneously presses down on mine with his hands, impaling me beautifully on his spike.
    Our rhythms are perfectly matched. I squeeze his stiffness strongly as I come up, using my muscles to grip him tight and draw his juices out of him. And then I relax them as I come down, making it possible for me to take him all the way in, all the way to the hilt. I finish at the bottom, rubbing my nub in circles on the base of his rod.
    The pace is slow at first, but as the blood rushes in and my lips swell with the heat, and as his moans and grunts grow louder and more frequent, I can feel the tension building and the pleasure growing.
    I move faster, needing to speed towards the end, now that I can feel it coming for us. I’m so close, I can’t think rationally anymore. Sweat is rolling down my back, and I can smell the sweet scent of our sex rising up from where we are joined.
    He yells out, sitting up and taking me into his arms as he pumps himself up into me from below.
    I ride him hard, digging my nails into his shoulders, slamming myself down onto him. Grinding against his hardness, the dam finally breaks, and all that passion drowns me, sending me someplace else downriver.
    I’m flying over the top of the rapids, but I’m not worried about drowning. He’s holding me tight, and we’re just floating - floating in the sensations of really damn good sex, had while I’m wearing red stilettos in a Paris shoe store.
    When I can’t go any longer because my sensitive spots have become too sensitive, I move to get off of him.
    He holds me tighter. “Wait. Don’t go yet.” He pulls me down for a kiss. It’s not like the others this time; it’s more tender. Softer. Caring.
    “Thank you,” he says, tugging on my bottom lip a little before licking it.
    “Thank you .” I kiss him once quickly before getting up. I step out of the shoes and look around on the floor for my clothes. The heady delusions brought on by our passion begin to fade, and now I just feel a little awkward. He said a bunch of things in the heat of the moment that I’m sure he didn’t mean, and I don’t want him to start making up excuses about how he can’t go through with it, or worse - pretend he never said it. I rush to get dressed.
    “Well,” I say when I’ve got all my clothes on again, “I really need to get going. Thanks so much for showing me around and for… this. This evening. I mean, I’m never going to forget it.”
    He freezes in the middle of buttoning up his shirt. “Wait a minute. What?”
    “Um, what do you mean, what?”
    He abandons getting dressed and walks over to me, taking my hands in his. “What do you mean, you need to get going? Where? I thought you didn’t have plans yet.” He sounds hurt.
    “Well, I do. I mean, I didn’t, but I should. I don’t now, but I should.” I sigh heavily and hang my head. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little confused now.”
    He lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “Please don’t go. Not without me, anyway. And not without those red shoes.” He gestures at the mess we made on the floor with the boxes and paper.
    “I can’t buy those shoes, I already told you.”
    “I’m buying them for you. And the leopard ones, too. I want to see them on you outside.”
    I gasp. “I can’t let you do that!” He’s talking about shoes that have the same value as my used Corolla.
    “Why not? Are you married?” He steps back, sounding suspicious.
    “No, of course I’m not married.