Free ColonialGhost by Mlyn Hurn

prominence. When
Kerry didn’t answer, but her hands seemed to be cupping the back of his head
instead, Broderick spoke and acted at the same time.
    “Take all the time you need, honey, and I’ll just check
something out—”
    His mouth closed over Kerry’s left nipple. At first, he just
held it in his mouth. But then his tongue began lightly stroking across the
flat tip. When he heard Kerry’s groan and her fingers tightened their grip in
his hair, his tongue rubbed over the tip more vigorously. Then, after several
long moments, he noticed the movement of her hips, restless and seeking, on the
chair. Using one hand, he pulled her top sideways until her nipple popped free
between the button openings.
    Kerry gasped and arched her back toward his hot mouth. The
wet nipple was exposed to the night air for only a moment before it was once
again his acquired target. Sucking more strongly, his hands moved forward and
cupped beneath the large breasts. His head lifted finally so he could gaze at
her bountiful display.
    Kerry’s hands slid away and she looked down as well. She
watched Broderick as he watched her. His hands pushed her large breasts upward,
against the paper-thin fabric. The left nipple was long and pointed, wet. It
poked between the gap of fabric. Broderick’s face lifted and their gazes met.
He saw the blush staining Kerry’s cheeks.
    “You are the sexiest and most desirable woman. And yes,
Kerry, I would choose you out of a roomful of other women. I’m thinking I got
amazingly lucky when you walked into my room instead.” He lifted his hands and
quickly unfastened the buttons. Looking back down, her breasts were now
curtained between the soft cloth. “I’m fighting the strongest urge to pull you
down onto this kitchen floor right now.”
    Kerry smiled. “And that would be wrong because?”
    Broderick laughed out loud. “My knees are getting too old
for this. How about the kitchen table?”
    * * * * *
    Kerry giggled as Broderick lifted one eyebrow. He took her
breath away, literally, and a moment later she was lying back across the table.
Broderick had pulled her cotton pajama bottoms down and off. His own clothes
were shifted out of the way and before she could take a deep breath, Broderick
thrust inside her body once again.
    “Oh!” she gasped softly, feeling her flesh gobbling up his
hardness eagerly. Soon he was buried to the hilt within her hot, wet flesh.
Kerry felt him pulling out, and then he shoved up into her again. As he started
a regular rhythm, she was aware that her breasts were jiggling and bouncing
with their movements. When she saw his eyes lower to the enticing display,
Kerry lifted her hands and covered her bouncing boobs.
    Broderick shook his head quickly and removed her hands,
pressing them flat to the table, on either side of her head. “I’ll show you a
better use of hands at a time like this.”
    Kerry watched, expecting Broderick’s large hands to replace
hers. Instead one hand settled onto her slightly rounded belly. It caressed in
small circles and then began moving down. His fingers caressed the smooth, soft
flesh and finally shifted between the folds of wet flesh. A second later his
finger found his second target.
    “Oh, God!” Kerry cried out as Broderick’s finger began a
light, but insistent massage of her clit. Slowing his thrusts, he sped up his
teasing strokes and flicks against the extremely sensitive nubbin of flesh.
Over and over, his finger enticed and seduced until Kerry’s hips were jerking
and responding to even the smallest touches of his flesh against hers.
    Her climax shocked her. It came from deep inside her. Her
hips were jerking, thrusting toward his body. Broderick’s finger stayed put,
pulling every bit of response from her flesh that she was capable of. Finally
his hands moved to her hips, holding her steady, and he resumed his thrusting
until his hips jerked forward, grinding pelvis to pelvis as he climaxed. Kerry
wrapped her legs even