Free Reach Me by J. L. Mac, Erin Roth Page B

move, twining my fingers in his hair and holding him as he continues his work on my breasts. My back arches, my hips undulating against him, begging for more. His hands roam freely over my curves. I run my hand down into his boxer briefs, feeling the muscular globe of his ass as he flexes into me.
    Russ licks a hot trail down my torso around my belly button. His fingers slip past my thong and glide like satin through my wet opening. He spreads my arousal over me with his deft fingers, letting out a growl the moment his amazing mouth covers my slick wet opening.
    I gasp as Russ’s tongue slides in and out of me, alternating between shallow, quick flicks and deep, lingering strokes. My breathing becomes erratic as his mouth inches me closer and closer to release. I can feel a tightening deep in my stomach, then he moves his tongue over my neglected clit and slowly slides one, then a second, long finger into my pulsing opening. His fingers lazily stroke my inner walls as his tongue rolls like a wave across my clit.
    I moan as my looming climax makes me begin to tremble. Russ groans, reading my signs, and begins to work me harder, faster, deeper. The dam breaks and I burst at the seams in an explosive orgasm that seems to have been years late. My head falls back into the plush pillows and I work hard at catching my breath as Russ kneels between my legs. I watch him slide his boxer briefs down his thighs, gasping aloud at the sight of him.
    He leans across me and pulls a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. I watch through hooded eyes as he begins sheathing his thick length. His cock is thick and long. I can’t look away. Undoubtedly the most well-endowed man I had ever seen.
    His lips crush against mine, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. “See how good you taste?” he murmurs. “Perfect.”
    I can taste my pleasure on his lips, and it’s erotic. Far more so than I ever expected. He settles his hips between my thighs, the engorged tip of his rigid cock poised at my opening. I’m so nervous but eager to have him in me. Does he know I haven’t done this much?
    “Keep those eyes open, Linds. I have to watch you watching me take you,” he orders, lust swimming in those vibrant green eyes of his.
    I stare into his fierce eyes and with one slow and steady thrust, Russ is buried to an untouched depth within me. He lets out the most erotic groan I’ve ever heard come from a man. His balls are pressed flush up against my ass and his cock is completely sheathed by my trembling channel. He pauses, allowing both of us a moment to adjust to the immense pleasure we’re giving each other.
    Russ withdraws his thick shaft so that only the very tip remains at my opening, then he thrusts back into me, harder this time. I wrap my legs around his waist. He buries his face in the pillows beside my head. One big hand grips my left thigh hard as he gains speed and momentum, angling himself in a way that allows him to push even deeper into me.
    I have my arms wrapped underneath his, my nails clinging to his back.
    “Fuck,” Russ groans as his hips thrust into me expertly, driving himself deeper still into me. He picks up the pace, and my hips meet his, thrust for thrust. His lips come to mine and our tongues battle in a deep, breathless kiss. My core begins to tighten again, my channel clenching around his cock, and another mind-blowing orgasm rips through me just as Russ grows harder and thicker within me. He thrusts into me harder and harder and then stills, his body clenching and jerking as he finds his own release.
     

     
    I wake feeling sore in so many ways. The sun isn’t quite up yet, but the impending sunrise has shades of soft blue light filling Russ’s room. I glance over to him. He’s sleeping like a baby. His face looks so peaceful and innocent, like a man I wish I could wake up next to for the rest of my life. His heavy arm is draped across my hip like I belong to him, and in a way I do, but in all the ways that