Free Strung Out by Kaitlin Maitland Page A

others.”
    Her eyes drifted down his lean, athletic body before coming to rest on his firm cock. “You don’t look cold.”
    He pushed his hands beneath the quilt, exposing the front side of her body to the frigid air inside the apartment. “You do.” Cool hands reached up and palmed her breasts. “But I think I know the perfect way to warm you up.”
    The line would’ve been a cliché coming from anybody else. But when Erik lowered his mouth and curled his warm tongue around her stiff nipple, Talia couldn’t remember why clichés were lame to begin with. Instead she was lost in the sensation of his damp tongue rasping across the surface of her sensitive nipple. First one and then the other, until her whole body was flushed with heat and a melting sensation grew between her legs.
    His mouth left her breasts and traveled lower, skimming across her belly, leaving a fiery trail of kisses to her navel as he knelt on the floor before her. Her knees turned wobbly, and one hand shot out, gripping the windowsill to keep from falling. Her fingers brushed against the icy windowpane, her other hand knotted in the quilt still draped around her back.
    Erik’s palm pressed against the sensitive skin behind her knee, lifting her right foot and resting it against his thigh. Still kneeling before her, the position gave him full access to her body. Her breath came fast as she looked down at the sight of him kissing her inner thigh. She couldn’t rip her gaze away, the anticipation building until she thought she might come just from the rising tension sparking in the air between them.
    “Erik.” Her throat was raw and thick with need.
    He looked up, holding her with his gaze while he used his hands to spread her outer labia and gave her clit a swipe with the flat of his tongue.
    Her knees would have given way but for her hand on the sill. She lost her hold on the quilt, and it fell to the floor. Cold air chilled her skin, but the heat in her pussy trumped the cool sensation until nothing existed but the man lapping insistently at her clit.
    Two long fingers probed her damp entrance, pushing gently inside as her muscles clenched against his onslaught. He spread her wider until her swollen clit was burning with pressure that twisted to a point just below pain.
    “Erik!”
    She chanted his name like a mantra, only half realizing she was doing so. His face left her pussy, and he rose gracefully, his cock bobbing against his stomach as he stood.
    Her hands reached greedily toward his hard length, longing to touch the incredibly soft skin. But he wordlessly pushed her away. Instead, he turned her around to face the window. Her hands found purchase on either side of the sill only a moment before he bent her at the waist and impaled her pussy with his rigid cock.
    The sudden invasion tore a low moan from her throat. She was ready, her creamy juices slick around him as he backed out and penetrated her again. Her breasts bounced in the cool air, her nipples hardening into tiny points. Every stroke was agony and ecstasy wrapped into one endless sensation.
    Heavy balls bounced against her, punctuating each thrust. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into his body and claiming her as his.
    “Come for me, Talia.”
    Her body responded to the naked, masculine authority in his husky voice. Her pussy tingled, and she arched her back. Suddenly each long stroke of his shaft skated directly across the swollen tip of her clit. Her body shuddered into orgasm, muscles lost to intense spasms that left her gasping for air as Erik increased his rhythm.
    A wet slapping noise filled the apartment as he pounded her body with each thrust of his cock. The whole world seemed to pause, and then he slammed home one last time, pushing hard as his cock pulsed into the depths of her body.
    “Are you all right?”
    The concern in his voice touched her in places that should have been too strong and independent to care. Her throat swelled closed with emotion, and