Free Surrender by June Gray

immediately relieved me of my clothing as easily as if he’d been doing it all his life. When he was done, he stepped back and took me in, devouring me with his eyes as he undressed until we were both completely exposed and unguarded.
    â€œMy imagination has been running rampant since you closed that bathroom door on me earlier,” he admitted with a dark smile before he swept me up into a kiss that scorched me from the inside out. “But I have to say: the reality far outweighs anything I could have ever dreamed up.”
    I took hold of his wrists and held his palms against the sides of my neck, sliding them around my shoulders and down my chest. I closed my eyes, overcome with the need to feel his hands all over me. Whether it was my direction or his own, it no longer mattered; his hands traced the undersides of my breasts then slid downward, past my stomach, around my waist, and came to rest at my backside. His fingers bit into the skin of my ass as he jerked me against him.
    My skin tingled with the rough handling, but he threw me off guard when he trailed his fingers up the curve of my back, his touch light and teasing. Done waiting, I sat on the edge of the bed and gripped his shaft, bringing him closer toward me. For the first time, I was able to study his cock in all its hard, veiny glory. It was thick and long with a slight curve upward, second only in magnificence to the man who wielded it.
    I bent down and wrapped my lips around the large head of his shaft, sliding my tongue through the slit, the drop of precum salty on my tongue.
    â€œGet on the bed,” he said with a rough quality to his voice. “On all fours.”
    I did as he asked, crawling toward him to take him into my mouth again. Gently, he started pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. I took him in deeper and deeper until he was hitting the back of my throat.
    â€œOh, shit,” he groaned, grabbing my hair. He leaned forward, reaching down my back, startling me when his finger slid down the crease of my ass and dipped into my cleft. He fucked me with his finger as I sucked him off, his other digits dragging deliciously along my clit with each pumping motion.
    I moaned around the cock in my mouth and squeezed tighter.
    â€œI have to be inside you,” he said, and pulled away from my mouth. He grasped my hips and spun me around, pushing my shoulders down into the mattress and leaving my ass up in the air. There was a crinkle of foil, and a few seconds later he was pushing into me, sliding in easily from the moisture that had accumulated all night.
    I hissed his name between my teeth, feeling complete. I held my breath when he pulled nearly all the way out then slowly thrust back in, repeating the process in an unbearably slow rhythm, stretching out the thick thread of pleasure.
    Then he reached for my hair and twisted it around his hand, tugging my head back. A whimper was wrenched from my mouth when he pulled out, and I looked back in time to find him getting on his knees. He buried his face in my folds, pulling my ass cheeks apart as he feasted on my sensitive flesh, stabbing me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. To keep me from squirming, he grabbed both my thighs and locked them together, holding me captive against his mouth.
    A second later, his cock was back, penetrating me, shoving into me so hard our skin was slapping together. Over and over he thrust into me, letting out deep, rumbling groans that riled me up even more. Still embedded in me, he twisted my hips down to the bed so that I could face him, my legs trapped to one side.
    â€œI want to see you,” he rasped, grabbing the side of my head and bringing our faces together. “See your forehead crease in concentration and your mouth turn into a delicious O when I give you the best orgasm of your life.”
    â€œThat’s fairly cocky of you,” I breathed, even though I knew there was a definite possibility of it coming true. “What if you