Free Unfaithful: An Unlocked Novella by Suzuki Sinclair Page B

floor with one stride and wrap your hand around my stomach, pulling me against you.
    I can feel your cock buried up against the crack of my ass, rubbing against me through the thin cotton of my panties. You grab one of my breasts with your left hand, squeezing it, and run your right hand down the front of my body, cupping my sex again. I’m lost in sensation. I’m lost in your touch.
    I wiggle my ass against you, pushing back. You’re grinding against me now, circling your hips. It’s almost as if we’re dancing. A Latin rhythm, of back and forth, of man and woman, of conquest and surrender.
    Then your hands are searching under the band of my underwear, slipping it over my thighs. It drops silently to the floor and I step out of it. I lean back against you as I feel your finger trace its way up my thighs and gently explore the outline of my vulva.
    There’s a desperate yearning inside me. I want your fingers inside me.
    You tease me first, with your expert, light touches. Did you learn that somewhere? Or were you born with a gift, a gift that only I get the benefit of? I feel the tension ratchet up inside me until I’m like a piano wire stretched taut. When will you do it? I can’t tell. When will you make the first—
    Ahhhhh. There you are. I feel your fingers slide inside me, and I groan with relief. You move them out, and in. Out, and in. Out and in. Each time I feel you slide deeper inside me and spread me wider. I’m like a puppet with her strings cut, lost to everything except feeling you in me.
    Then you’re gone. Like the broken kiss, I can’t do anything but sigh in disappointment. But it’s only for a moment, because your hand is moving, pushing my legs apart. I stand wider, and grin as you squeeze my ass. I know you love the curves there, love to grab them and release, grab them and release.
    But this time . . . you work your slick fingers between my buttocks and press at the little opening behind me. My eyes fly open. This is new. This is very new. A blush rises in my face as I realize what you’ve got in mind.
    Gently, you press up, and I feel your finger pop inside, the tight ring of muscle opening to let you in and clamping down again. The intensity is incredible. I can feel the tension growing all through my pelvis as you push.
    “Please,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
    I push my butt back toward you and you reward me by putting a second finger alongside the first and gently pressing. I want to scream with the pleasure as the second finger slides inside, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I feel so full.
    You withdraw your finger carefully, and I feel the muscles inside me unclench. I feel drunk, like my whole body is heavy, like I’m underwater. I can’t catch my breath. My breasts rise and fall as I try to get air. You look at me with something like danger in your eyes, something like love. Something animal.
    You push me back. The cool of the bed meets the back of my knees. I fold and fall backward, bouncing off the mattress. I don’t see you, but I feel the mattress shift under your weight. I can feel you going to your knees by the way it moves, by the way the balance shifts. Then your hands are on my knees, spreading them apart, the sheets rustling underneath me.
    Your breath is hot on my crotch. I feel your lips kiss me there, and I shiver. You hum in the back of your throat and I vibrate. Your tongue is on me, tasting me, hungrily licking me up and down until I want to clamp my legs shut and keep you there forever. You know all my secret places and you push your tongue against the little raised nub of flesh at the top of my sex. I gasp, and my legs twitch. Your body is hot against me. You push harder, the cords in your shoulders standing out, as you lever yourself harder against my groin, your mouth opening, the wet suction of it pulling at my most tender skin. I can feel you lapping at me, sinking your tongue inside me.
    I can’t stand it. It’s too much, too soon.