Free Impulsive (The Soldier's Firm Hand) by Amity Wilde Page A

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    I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but when he cupped my chin with his hand and pressed his lips to mine, I stopped caring about getting the last word. His tongue slid between my lips, capturing my mouth and coaxing me into a passionate dance. I straddled him, letting my hands roam over his washboard abs, and my nipples rub against his shirt until they were so hard they ached.
    My legs spread wide, and I moved against the wonderfully solid length of him that was pushing against me from under his jeans. One of his hands moved down between us, and I whimpered as his fingers slipped through my folds and pressed up against my core. I tore my mouth away from his, gasping at how quickly he’d been able to take me from aching with pain to aching with need.
    Maybe they were really just two sides of the same coin, because that driving need overrode what little modesty I had left.
    “I need you inside me.” It was the ultimate connection, and after the emotional rollercoaster I’d been on that day, I needed to finally feel him claim me. My fingers worked frantically at his belt. “Please tell me you picked up something else with me in mind.”
    Jared kissed my neck, his stubble dragging against my ticklish skin. “Number one on my shopping list.”
    I practically purred as we stripped off his shirt. “You. Naked. Right now.” My tongue licked a trail across his well-defined chest, he tasted like sunshine, sweat and the ocean.
    “Yes, ma’am. Far be it from me to ignore such an important order.”
    He tossed me unceremoniously onto the bed. I hit the mattress and let out a squeal as a rush of pain burst out from my well spanked bottom. There was no time to dwell on it though, because in no time flat, he stood before me like an erotic dream come to life.
    Jared took my breath away, and by some incredible twist of fate, he was all mine. I leaned back and teased him with a view of me running my fingers down my body and over my needy sex as I took in the best view of my life.
    A woman possessed, I’d never been so free, but the way he was looking at me left no room for self consciousness. He stalked forwards, eyes burning with intensity like a hungry wolf, ready to gobble up its willing prey. There was the quick tear of a condom wrapper and then his body settled on top of mine, forcing my legs apart to accommodate him.
    I arched my back as his smooth hardness stroked against my core. He kissed my puckered nipples in turn, sucking them in as he pressed me into the bed. I pulled his head closer, encouraging every glorious pull of his mouth.
    “Please,” I begged. My hips were twisting, attempting to get him just where I needed him even though each movement pressed my tortured skin into the bed. It didn’t even hurt anymore, the sensations had blended together until pleasure and pain were one and the same.
    He pulled my hands away, capturing my wrists and pinning them over my head. It only took one of his huge palms to hold me in place. With the other, he held himself steady as his erection slipped between my folds and pressed slowly into my slick channel.
    We groaned together as he sank in and my inner muscles stretched around his girth. The thick slide of him was like heaven, every feeling magnified by the fiery remnants of my punishment.
    His muscles shifted and strained above me. Without my hands, I was helpless to do much more than take him. Something I was more than willing to do, because every rhythmic thrust brought me closer and closer to the edge until my hips were bucking underneath him, searching for that one extra touch, grind or caress that would tip me over into ecstasy.
    With a growl, Jared let go of my arms and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so he could take me from behind. I gasped as he impaled me to the hilt, this new position letting him go even deeper.
    “I love seeing my marks on you. You’re so sexy like this, spread out for me.” His voice was low and rough, strained with