Free True Love's Fire: A Red Hot Valentine Story (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter Page A

the silky smoothness of her thighs. “So sweet. So soft.” As he touched her, she trembled. “Lia, you’re perfect.”
    “Not even close.”
    Her husky little voice almost made him weak with lust. As he kissed her, he ran his hand under the shirt, petting and caressing the satin skin of her waist, teasing the top of her panties. “I need you naked.” Scott wanted it so much, he couldn’t exist another moment without seeing her and kissing the beauty he uncovered. “Put your hands over your head.”
    “Why?” She followed his instructions, even as she questioned why.
    “I want you at my mercy.”
    When she quivered, he smiled. “I just want to touch you.”
    “What about me? Don’t I get to touch?”
    “All in good time.” She arched her back as he began to undo the buttons. His hand shook, his fingers seeming too big for the task. “God, I want you.” Lust was flowing through his veins like lava. At this moment in time, no other woman existed. He could remember no other face but hers. As he parted the material, he held his breath. First, it was cleavage, the inner swell of her breasts. All he could think was how they would taste, what their shape would be, what the color of her nipples would be.
    “Hurry.” She urged him.
    “It’s too good, I can’t.” He lowered himself, licking a path between her breasts. “Are they hard for me, Lia?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead, he pushed the sides of the shirt over to her arms, unveiling two perfect tits – round, perfect mounds topped with suckable pink nipples.
    “Please,” she prayed. “Scott.”
    “I will please you.” His hands caressed her flesh. “Jesus,” he breathed as he filled his palms with her breasts. Lifting them, rubbing them, he watched her close her eyes in ecstasy. “You like that?” he asked as he fondled, kneaded, took his thumbs and massaged the puffy nipples, making her lift her hips in a quest as old as time. “What do you want, Houston?”
    She opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Lia tried again. God, this was costing her. But he was waiting, and she was dying. “Put your mouth on me.”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Lord help, but he loved a woman’s breasts. And Lia’s were magnificent. Not too big, just right. Luscious mounds. Lowering his head, he twirled his tongue around one distended nipple. When she moaned, his cock jerked, leaking his excitement. “Do you want me to suck?”
    “Hard.” Lia was losing her inhibitions. A deep itch, a yawning ache, a starving thirst to be taken by this man was near to driving her mad.
    Opening his mouth, he closed it over her breast, enveloping the whole areola, and he began to suck—deep suckling motions. She kept her arms where he’d told her, but she keened, arching her back, going completely stiff.
    Moving his hands up to her arms, he straddled her, holding her down and sucked on one tit, then the other, voraciously nipping, licking, pulling on them with lips and teeth. He’d love to make her cum this way, make her juices flow, make her scream. “God, you’re hot. Are you wet?”
    “I think so.” She wiggled beneath him as he sucked some more. Then Scott licked a path around her breast, nipping the creamy globe, marking her, branding her. She would remember making love to him.
    “Let me put my hands on you, Scott, please.”
    “Soon, soon.” Hell, he needed to calm down. He was just about to blow and he wasn’t even inside her yet. His only defense was offence, so he set out to overwhelm her with rapture. Pushing her tits together, he tortured them, stroking, tweaking the nipples, sucking first one and then the other until she was almost in tears. “More, I want more.”
    Lia felt her thighs tremble, wetness pouring from her pussy. Her breasts were so aching and swollen from his mouth that she was on the verge of screaming. She needed to cum. God, she needed to cum so much. Her clit was throbbing in time to the sucks on her breasts.