Free Move Me by Emma Holly

laughed, and she laughed back, and then
she found a place to massage on each scapula that truly drove him
crazy.
    He cried out and started thumping in and out
of her, long hard strokes that hit her just how she needed it. The
shelves began to rattle inside the fridge, causing her to fear for
the bottles that sat on them. Really, though, who cared if they
smashed everything? The pounding he was giving her was totally
worth it.
    She moaned as he shifted angles and brought
her clit more firmly into the game. Her heels tried to dig deeper
dents into his tight butt.
    “We’re going to break something,” she warned
him breathily, her inner cleaning expert compelled to bring this
up.
    He snarled and went faster. “I like the
noise. It’s exciting me.”
    “You’re a ... strange man, John Feeney.”
    “You’ve no idea, Belle Hobart.”
    An odd punch went through her when he said
her name, as if it had some special power coming from his lips. Her
body tightened and her climax jumped a hell of a lot closer. She
didn’t know why, but something made her sweep her hands all the way
down and up his back, where wings would have lain if he’d had
them.
    “Shit,” he gasped. “Belle.”
    She knew he’d begun to come from the way his
hips suddenly jolted deep into her. He pulled halfway out and
jammed his thumb over her clitoris at the same time. Her climax
broke at the first hard rub. Something clunked over inside the
fridge. Totally not caring, John slammed back in and shot hard.
Instead of being dismayed, Belle made a sound some men might have
termed a scream. A second climax had rolled over her first,
building the pleasure impossibly.
    She was still caterwauling when the
incredible sensations swelled into what could have been a
third.
    Amazingly, given her distraction, she
realized John was in the same state, shoving in and shoving in as
if his hips were powered by an engine with no shut off. The
pistoning was delicious for both of them. He groaned himself to
hoarseness before he finally stopped.
    “My God,” he breathed, his brow resting on
the freezer beside her head. “I didn’t know my body could feel that
much pleasure.”
    Belle hadn’t either, not when the best climax
of her life had happened in last night’s dream. She was both glowy
and unnerved. What she’d just experienced was more than an orgasm.
To be truthful, it felt like a shot of unadulterated physical well
being. Maybe emotional well being too - which she absolutely wasn’t
looking for. That way lay danger for girls like her. She’d count on
herself for happiness, thank you.
    Spooked and shaking, Belle let her legs
unclamp and slide to the floor.
    “Mmph,” John said, bending his knees so he’d
stay inside her. One hand rubbed her side and hip like they were
old friends. “Give me half a minute. I’ll carry you up to bed and
stop you from shivering.”
    Belle’s heart tightened at how wonderful that
sounded. Too bad she wasn’t shivering from the cold.
    “You don’t have to do that,” she said
lightly. She patted his arm before extricating herself from between
his tall body and the fridge. He grimaced as his softening cock
slipped out of her warmth. “You were great, John. Exactly what I
needed. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    He stared at her, then gave one slow blink.
“You guess you’ll see me tomorrow.”
    “If you’re free. I’d understand if you have
another job. If you’re busy, maybe you can pencil me in for next
week.”
    His heavy brows beetled together
suspiciously. Sensing him trying to figure her out, Belle worked to
smile brightly.
    “I’m not in the habit of ‘penciling,’ he
said. Though he’d never removed his socks and now wore only them,
he looked dignified nonetheless.
    “Tomorrow then,” she chirped like an idiot.
“For sure.”
    He stared at her a moment longer. “For sure,”
he echoed grimly.
    ~
    Dubhghall’s mood wasn’t pretty as he pulled
his clothes back on. Now that Belle was gone, he