Free Taken by Lisa Lace

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    He let her become comfortable until he felt her muscles relax.
    "May I touch you, Lyzette?" he said.
    She didn't know what that meant. But it sounded like a good idea, in spite of how anxious she was feeling. She nodded.
    He ran his hand down her cheek, tracing her jawline. Then one finger traced a line between her breasts where they quivered on her chest, longing for him to touch them.
    But he didn't.
    He spread his large hand out on her belly and rubbed in a couple lazy circles before he continued skimming down her leg to her foot and back up.
    When he returned, he slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh. When she thought he would touch her mound, he lifted his hand over and landed again on her flat stomach, going up the far side of her torso, barely brushing her skin with his palm.
    She drew in a deep breath and by the light of the moons coming in the windows she saw her breasts, silver in the moonlight, rise and fall. Mikael leaned over and kissed her then, a gentle, teasing, exploratory kiss that seemed to go on forever and made the aching between her legs worse.
    They kissed for a long time until Lyzette felt frustrated that he wouldn't touch her where she needed him to. Then she remembered what Raimey had said about her begging him.
    And without thinking, she took his hand off of her hip and placed it directly on her breast, where he cupped it without thinking.
    "You're sure, Lyzette," he said, lifting his head to look her in the eyes.
    "I'm sure," she said. "I trust you, Mikael. It aches down there."
    "Oh, Lyzzie. I'll take care of that, if you want me to," he said.
    "Just do it, Mikael. Just do it. Now."
    But he didn't.
    He continued his slow exploration of her body. But finally, his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked. And Lyzette thought she would come just from that. It felt so damn good. She moaned and her hips bucked. He moved to her other breast, and he pleasured her so thoroughly that she thought she would die until his hand slid lightly down her body and cupped her sex.
    She gasped and clenched her legs tighter.
    "Spread for me, Lyzzie," he said. And it sounded so dirty that it only made Lyzette want him more. She spread her legs a little bit, and his hand slipped in, opening her petals. But her thighs must still have been too tight together for his liking because he wedged his knee in between and pushed them wide apart.
    Her breathing was erratic and her thoughts jumbled. Was she going to let him take her jewel? Was it even her decision to make? She had to submit to him, didn't she? The slaves needed her to. And besides, she was a slave herself, not a free woman, and she had no choice. If he wanted to take her, he could.
    At that instant, his finger found a hard little nub at the top of her folds.
    "Ohhhh," she said, breathily as he began circling it.
    That was the spot that the women had called the clitoris or clit. And she remembered how touching it had brought her first orgasm.
    She didn't have to wait long. In her state of arousal, after a few minutes of stimulation, she was seized by a rush of sensation so intense, she cried out, her body spasming several times.
    "Did you just come?" Mikael said in amazement.
    After she had got her breath back, Lyzette nodded.
    "Yes."
    "Holy shit," he said.
    "The women said I was orgasmic."
    "You certainly are, Lyzzie. You certainly are," he said. "But now I want to see a G-spot orgasm."
    She felt her sex clench in anticipation.
    "What's that?" she said.
    "You'll see," he said, crawling down her body, kissing her everywhere as he went.
    Why was he going down there?
    Then she remembered Raimey's advice not to put too much scent down there because he didn't like to taste it. But she hadn't thought she was serious.
    At the first touch of his tongue on her clit, her hips drove up into his face. His large hands pressed her down to the bed, restraining her as he went to work. His tongue swirled gently around until she felt the heat starting to build again.