Free Rider's Kiss by Anne Rainey Page B

of his name from between her lips was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He flicked his tongue over and around her nipple, gently at first, then rougher, demanding her flesh to beg for him. He cupped the round globe and pulled it up higher, kneading the supple skin. He heard her moan of delight and felt her writhing beneath him. Rider took joy in her animated responses to him. He gave in to his primal cravings and bit down. She arched upward, clearly eager for more of his mouth and hands. He released her and finished undressing her. Once she was totally nude, Rider’s nostrils flared as he picked up her succulent scent. Anxious for a taste, he smoothed a finger over her damp curls and found her budding desire. She was swollen and throbbing and sopping wet. He fondled and toyed with the little nub. Too fast, the teasing seemed to overwhelm her and she came, exploding all around his finger and screaming out his name. It was the sweetest thing to watch Victoria come totally undone at his hands.
    Rider moved away and tore at the fly on his jeans and freed his erection. In the red haze of his lust, her pleading barely reached his ears. He looked down and saw her arms outstretched, waiting to embrace him even as her body welcomed him in.
    “Please,” she moaned. “I need you.”
    Rider gave her what she craved. “I need a taste of your mouth first.” As he slowly drifted his tongue over Victoria’s bottom lip, her body bowed. Rider moved downward, tasting the skin of her neck, and then the ample softness of her breasts. She fit his mouth, his hands. This woman was made for him, and he devoured her.
    First licking, then sucking on her nipple, he luxuriated in her gasps and moans. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He toyed with one erect nipple and then bit down on the other, giving equal attention to both beautiful tits. He could easily spend hours suckling and nibbling her.
    Rider lifted his head and stared at Victoria’s widespread thighs. She sat with her sex dripping wet and breasts glistening from the heat of his mouth. He wondered if she realized how beautiful she was to him in that moment. “You are incredibly sexy, Victoria. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
    “I-I’m not really beautiful. Makeup and clothes can hide a lot.”
    Hearing her talk about flaws bothered Rider. And he’d contributed to her insecurities with his big stupid mouth. “Beauty is more than lipstick and silk blouses, sweetheart. It’s this”—he put his hand directly over her heart—“that matters. The other stuff is just window dressing.” She started to say something, and Rider was afraid she was going to disagree with him. He didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he covered her mouth with his. He kept the kiss brief. “One day I’m going to make you believe me when I tell you these things.” Then, before she could say anything else, he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her. She went pliant when his tongue and lips moved over her.
    “Your spicy little pussy tastes so good,” he murmured against her dewy center. “I want to savor you.”
    She groaned raggedly and arched into him, clutching at the counter for support. His libido went into overdrive. She held completely still as he pulled her legs over his shoulders on either side of his head and began lapping at her center. His mouth suckled her hard bud into his mouth, then flicked it back and forth. She arched into him, her lower body pressing against his face. When her fingers dug into his hair, Rider groaned and slipped his tongue into her tight heat. He tongue-fucked her as his hands toyed with her breasts. Rider pinched her nipples, and Victoria screamed his name as she burst all around him in a second amazing climax.
    Seconds later, Victoria opened her eyes. He gently placed her legs back down onto the counter and straightened.
    His hands stroked and caressed every smooth inch