Free Safe Love (Love Brothers #4) by Liz Crowe

something.”
    He smelled the match again and took a long breath. “What do
    you want to know?”
    “Tell me…how you like it.”
    He paused and then smiled. “I like it however you like it.”
    “Good answer. Now, tell me how I like it.”
    Her voice was low and husky. He could still smell her—the
    richness of a woman so ready for him, so perfect for him it rolled off her in
    waves. It was something he’d gone without for so long he thought he’d forgotten
    its sweetness.
    “You like it rough. You want to ride me, to come on me, and
    then you want me to…to…” He stopped, grasping how important this moment was on
    a very primal level.
    “Yes, go on…” She was closer now. Antony licked his lips.
    “You want me to fuck you from behind,” he said, his voice
    barely a whisper. “Is that it? Margot?” He heard her sigh and sensed the candle
    near his flesh again. “Yes. Please,” he begged. She obliged him, leaving more
    stinging drops of wax on his belly and thighs.
    The soft, cool space enveloped him once more and for a
    second he was afraid he might have lost control of himself. But then she freed
    his hands and straddled him, taking him inside her so fast he gasped and
    gripped her hips, biting the inside of his cheek and mentally replaying
    baseball stats to keep from blowing in seconds.
    Her nipples were huge, rich tasting and obviously a trigger
    for her because when he sucked one, she cried out his name, digging her fingers
    into his shoulders and came so hard it hurt. But he liked to hurt. He grinned
    and tugged off the blindfold, pushing her up and off even as she was still
    pulsing around him.
    She stood and wobbled a bit, lit from the single candle and
    the still flashing lightning. He jumped up and grabbed her, shoving his tongue
    into her mouth as he gripped her ass. She wrapped her long, firm body around
    his and he felt himself sliding sideways, not caring that he was here, fucking
    a woman who was not the one he was engaged to, and loving every single sweaty
    minute of it. She tasted so damn good, he could kiss her all night.
    She broke from him, her eyes shining in the dim room. “What
    was it you said I wanted?”
    Even though he wanted to go on kissing her, as the
    realization that he was going bareback, with the distinct niggling sensation
    that it was probably a Bad Idea to do so, he flipped her around so she could
    grip the dresser and shoved into her. Holding on tight to her hips, he did as
    she commanded, fucking her hard, harder, grunting with the effort not to come.
    She did that amazing orgasm thing, clutching his dick so
    tight he went up on his tiptoes and cried out with her, even though he didn’t
    come. He’d had some practice at this and discovered it was sort of a ‘bike
    riding, muscle memory’ thing. She calmed and he pulled her up so he could kiss
    her neck and lap up the sweat on her shoulders, even as their bodies stayed
    connected.
    “Antony,” she whispered as her fingers twined in his hair.
    “Oh, god, Antony. I…I’m…”
    “Shh,” he said, pulling out and turning her around so he
    could hold her close. She was so much taller than Crystal or Rosie, it was a
    completely new sensation but something about her fit him, body and soul. She
    was shaking, so he tilted her chin up and kissed her again, starting soft and
    slow, licking her lips and tasting every single corner of them and finally
    going deep, holding her so close he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
    “I need to be inside you, deep, deep inside you Margot. May I? Please?”
    “Yes,” she hissed as he picked her up and she wrapped her
    legs around his waist. And then he was there, inside her glorious, warm and
    perfect body, even before they dropped onto the bed. She lifted her hips and he
    propped up on his hands, staring down at her as their bodies moved slowly, then
    faster, and then faster still. When he finally did come, it was perfect but
    not, at the same time. Something in his