Free Darkest Love by Melody Tweedy Page B

own–a soft yeah. That was seconded by Rain penis– aye!
    She wrapped her hands around his neck. Rain exhaled at the feeling of her nipples against his chest, tight and hard and eager. And her breasts! It was heavenly, all that fullness pushing into him, all those tasty handfuls of woman. Instinctively, he pulled back and smacked his lips around one of them, finding Annie’s nipple through the fabric and stroking it with his tongue. He found the other breast with his hand and squeezed, taking as much as he could but barely managing half.
    His dick made its presence felt with a third jump—
    Rain, why are you leaving me out of this? —and when Annie squeaked, he lost it, grabbing viciously for more breast with both hand and mouth. His head screamed MORE! His thighs tensed in preparation to thrust, to give it to her. His lips sucked the cotton with a wet slurp into his mouth. And his teeth bit too hard around the nipple that was still their prisoner. Annie’s squeak turned into a scream.
    â€œI’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Rain pulled back, nearly totaling a stool, using his quick feet and strong hamstrings to stay up.
    Annie looked exhilarated, eyes flashing and body trembling after the quick assault. A circle of saliva and crescent of teeth marks surrounded her left nipple. It looked like a set of tire marks at the top of a hill. Her nipple was an obelisk–a monument at the top of Breast Hill.
    Rain had worked that nipple to a fine point indeed. It’s about twice its usual size.
    It was official–Rain needed this. Her lips, her breasts. The sweet space between her legs.
    It was as if Annie could read his thoughts. She pulled the cotton tank over her head, revealing the orbs in all their glory. Rain exhaled happily. But before he could charge ahead, he closed his eyes, banishing the sight, so he could concentrate.
    He spoke. “Annie, we’ll do something different this time. We need to be careful. We need to get your emotions out during the sex. I cannot be trusted to be good to you afterwards.”
    â€œAnd you can’t be trusted with these before,” Annie deadpanned. Rain peeped through his eyelashes and saw to his relief that she was smiling, fingering the assaulted nipple.
    â€œLet’s have a chat first,” she said.
    * * * *
    Annie had been thinking about this for weeks. Months. She had thought about it between fern-hunts and trips to the Kaamo huts on the other side of the river. Whenever she wasn’t obsessing about her discovery.
    Actually, it was the massiveness of her discovery that had encouraged her to take this next step. It was time to move ahead.
    â€œI want to do some humiliation play-acting,” she said to Rain.
    She turned away, not wanting to see his face yet. I want to make sure I get the words out right.
    Play-acting? Was that even what it was called? Annie wasn’t sure. She hadn’t googled anything or seen any films on the topic. She just knew she needed to explore this feeling.
    Rain didn’t respond. She turned to look at him. His eyes, which had flashed with such lust when he bit her breast, were calm.
    That was what made him such a great lover. The man is unshockable.
    She pulled Rain onto the seat next to her and rose again abruptly, flinging his hand off her knee, to pour them both a drink. “Gin?”
    Rain nodded, watching her as she swept to the table, removing her own glass with a chink from its upside-down position on the bottleneck. She was shuffling for Rain’s glass in the cabinet when he spoke for the first time. She heard his voice through the barrier of the open cupboard door.
    â€œYou think it will make you come harder?” he said.
    The words washed over Annie as her eyes darted around the bare cupboard—three shelves with only a few glasses and a bag of soy crackers. Her hand found a glass. She watched her fingers lock around it as Rain’s words pierced her— make you come