Free My Charming Valentine by Maggie Ryan Page A

no dice are involved. You won’t need
luck to win. All you’ll need is to do some role playing and use that very
creative mind of yours.”
    That statement appeared to pique her
interest. “Role playing? So, let me get this straight. I am going to play some
sort of role and that is going to make this the best Valentine’s weekend ever?”
She batted her eyes as she looked up at him. “Do I get to be the director and
boss you around?”
    He laughed as he easily moved her again,
pinning her on her back, her hands above her head, captured in one of his.
“There’s only one director in this game, and believe me, little girl, it’s not
you. Before we begin the game, perhaps I should remind you who the boss is.
Let’s see if you can remember your lines.”
    Shrieks filled the room as his free hand
began to tickle her from her armpit to her waist, until she was squirming
beneath him and gasping for breath.
    “I give!” she squealed. “You’re the
boss!”
    Patrick changed
the game as he sat her up only long enough to remove her nightgown. He began by
kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and then her mouth until she was gasping for
breath again. He kissed her neck and her throat, slowly moving down her body to
capture a taut nipple, lathing it with his tongue before suckling hard and
giving it a gentle bite. Her moan made him grin as he treated her other breast
with the same attention until she was squirming for another reason.
    His mouth
continued to move down her body, his lips pausing to suckle or take tiny nips
against her skin. She arched as his free hand moved between her thighs, pushing
her legs apart. Her panties proved to be no obstacle as he simply pulled the
gusset aside, using his tongue to give her a long, slow lick before he released
her hands to peel the garment down her legs, tossing it onto the floor.
    “Who’s the
director?” he asked, as his lips moved to nibble up her inner thigh, sliding a
finger into her slick pussy.
    “You are,” she
managed, even as she gasped when he added another finger and began to stroke
slowly in and out of her. She’d once told him he could have her forget her own
name when he made love to her so slowly and deliberately. He’d decided it was
quite a compliment and made sure she’d never feel rushed. Her legs were
quivering as his head dipped again to kiss, lick and suckle on her clit. He
felt her fingers running through his hair, attempting to press him closer, to
hurry him along. Instead, he released her clit, only to blow gently across the
pulsing bud as he gave her tiny licks everywhere but where she craved them.
    “Please, Pat, I
need to come,” she moaned, her hands leaving his head, acknowledging that he
and he alone was in control.
    He lifted his
head. “No directing, remember?” he teased, and then bent again to suck the
entirety of her clit into his mouth before biting down. She arched up and
screamed as she exploded.
    Patrick moved
over her, entering her in one thrust. Her scream was captured as his mouth
pressed against hers. Gentleness disappeared as he took her hard and fast until
her hands were gripping the sheets and her body was moving to meet every
movement of his in a well-practiced dance.
    “Come with me,”
he growled as he slid his hands beneath her, cupping her buttocks as he lifted
her. Pushing deep, his hips flexing, he thrust in and out of her. “I want you
to come hard and I want you to come now.” With a final thrust, he buried
himself in her and she obeyed. Her muscles contracted, milking his length as he
emptied into her. Phoebe’s arms and legs, which had been wrapped around him,
now slid to the mattress as if every muscle had disappeared.
    When he rolled
to his back, he pulled her with him until she was on top, her head lying
against his chest. Several minutes passed as they recovered and then she came
back to life as his hand popped against her bare butt.
    “Ow! What was
that for?” she demanded, as her hand moved behind her to