Free Awakening Beauty by Bonnie Dee and Marie Treanor Page B

drawing it up until he found skin to stroke instead. He gave a faint, inarticulate murmur of satisfaction.
    Paralyzed by sensation, by the idea that her fantasy was beginning in reality, Aurora didn’t even try to stop him. She didn’t want to. She loved the feel of his hand on her thigh, moving up over her hip. It burned where it touched and spread tingles through her whole body. He moved against her back with lazy sensuality, rubbing his erect cock against the soft flesh of her bottom through her loose jogging shorts and his. Her whole body burning now, she wondered what that , his cock would feel like, skin to skin. His thigh moved on hers, at once smooth and rough with its short, coarse hairs, and she loved that too.
    But he was asleep. This wasn’t fair to him. It seemed to Aurora that she had never wanted anything more in her life than this man’s caresses right now, but he’d already made it plain he didn’t want to involve himself with her. After all, there was the unspeakable Vee woman who wanted to marry him and get him elected as president.
    She found it hard to care about that as his fingers caressed the flesh of her waist and stomach, slowly pushing the waistband of the shorts ever lower. She wore nothing beneath them. He stroked the tingles into a thousand tiny fires that all seemed to meet between her legs, and despite all the moisture pooling there so rapidly, none of it quenched the flame.
    When his hand swept upward beneath the camisole and over her breast, she gasped. It felt so good cupping and exploring, her one anxiety was that he’d stop. Instead, his fingertips rubbed over her nipple and pinched. Aurora moaned, then bit her lip because she didn’t want to waken him. Or no, she did want to waken him and ensure he knew he was making love to her . Was he awake? Impossible to tell. His breath was loud and ragged in her ear. His roaming hand left her breast to sweep down her stomach, gliding over her navel and down between her parted legs. The shorts were halfway off her hips now, and Aurora quickly pushed them all the way down her legs, baring herself to him. Unhindered, his fingers slid through her folds and unerringly found her slick, swollen nub.
    She cried out at his touch, but her voice was lost in his groan. Abruptly, he rose up on his elbow, pinning her thigh under his and looming over her. Before she could even make out if his eyes were open, his mouth took hers, and she was lost in fire and need and wonder.
    Instead of his fingers, it was his cock, somehow freed from his shorts, that probed her pussy now. His hands were busy at her breast and hips. He released her mouth, only to drag his lips downward over her neck and breast, and fasten to her nipple like a starving man.
    The sensation of his suckling, as unexpected as it was intense, drowned the last of her doubts in a surge of profound lust that she couldn’t fight. Reaching her arms around his neck, she thrust upward from pure instinct, helping him to find his way to her pulsing entrance. Like a reflex, he thrust back and she gasped at the feel of his cock inside her, stretching her. It didn’t hurt, precisely, but the discomfort did dampen her desire, if only for an instant. The moment he moved again, pushing farther inside her with a groan of pleasure, she ignored the discomfort in her desperation to feel more of that .
    His mouth returned to hers, kissing her thoroughly, his tongue pushing in rhythm with his cock, tangling and stroking with hers while his lips caressed and sucked. In bewildered wonder, Aurora hung on, moving with his increasingly wild thrusts until she lost all control in the intensity of sensation. The burning pleasure gathered at her core until she thought she would explode. She dug her nails into his shoulders, his back, silently pleading, though for what she didn’t understand, and then the pleasure seemed to burst, like a wave on the rocks, deluging her with a surge of ecstasy so fierce that she wondered if