Free Not For Me by Laura Jardine Page B

along the length of the counter, her legs dangling over the end. Grant had wasted no time in getting her in this position. He was still fully clothed, and she started to sit up to fix that problem, but he said, “No.” He parted her legs and slid a finger inside her; she collapsed back. “Feel how much you want me.” His voice was low. “You were thinking about this last weekend in the car. I know you were.” He rotated his finger as he moved it in and out of her. “I nearly drove off the road.”
    A moment later, she couldn’t see him anymore from her position—perhaps he’d dropped to his knees. His tongue joined his finger, and in response, she grabbed the sides of the counter. If he kept doing this, it wouldn’t take very long. Then he put another finger inside her and circled his tongue around her clit…and that was it. She started shaking, her head thudding against the counter as she came.
    “I’m going to do that to you again and again.” He stood up and walked around the counter. “Feel what you do to me .” The sound of a zipper. Then he placed a hand on hers and slid their hands together into his jeans. She curled her hand around his cock. Thick. Hard. For her. She pushed it through the slit in his boxers, then shifted her head to the edge of the counter and took him in her mouth.
    “Later.” He pulled away from her suddenly. “You know that control you think I have? I don’t have it at all right now.”
    She groaned. “Let’s go to the bed—”
    “Here.” He produced a condom from his back pocket, and she was relieved she didn’t have to wait until they got to the bedroom.
    The crinkle of a wrapper. A moment later, the head of his cock was at her entrance. She started to prop herself up on her elbows so she could see him penetrate her. But then he was inside her, all the way inside her, and she fell back and shut her eyes. The feeling of Grant filling her was overwhelming, almost too intense. And she loved it.
    He thrust slowly, deliberately, nearly coming out with each stroke, but not quite. Her eyes were closed, but she swore she saw lights; her hands were clutching the edges of the counter, but still they were tingling. His pace was slow, but she kept gasping and so did he.
    Grant was deep inside her body when he slid his hands behind her upper back. He lifted her up, pulled her chest to his, and started walking. She could kiss him now. She had to kiss him now. Pressed her mouth against his, tried to get as much of him as she could. He was fucking her, and still she wanted to be closer.
    He carried her to the bedroom and set her down on the bed without coming out. His body pressing down on hers and his tongue flicking over her lips and his cock filling her and his hips thrusting and his hand caressing her hair…
    She came. And with several deep grunts, he did too, and it filled her with pure elation. She wished she could hold onto this moment.
    “I wanted this so badly, Kristy,” he whispered. “And it was even better than I thought it would be. You’re amazing.”
    The rush she felt after an orgasm got even more intense. Good God.
    He pulled out, rolled onto his side, and draped his arm over her. Her breathing—and his—slowly returned to normal.
    “We should do that again,” she said a few minutes later.
    “So it met your approval?” He winked.
    “Except for one thing.” She started unbuttoning his shirt. “You didn’t remove any clothing, but you got me naked right away. Not fair.” She’d done half of the buttons when he trapped her wrists in his hand.
    “I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” he said. “I was at the bookstore a few weeks ago—”
    “I think I know this story.”
    “Not from my point of view, you don’t.” He touched the index finger of his other hand to her mouth. “So I was in the bookstore, and there was a very pretty woman in the romance section. I kept stealing glances at her, and she was looking at me, too. But I was too chicken to