Free Time and Space by Pandora Pine Page A

torment him. Once she was settled, he kissed her again, his hands fingering the strange, yet lacy, contraption hiding her full breasts from view. “What is this torture device?” Donnall slipped his fingers under it, his fingers skimming against the soft underside of her breasts.
    Cadence giggled. “It’s called a bra. It provides lift and support to my girls.”
    “I would very much like to do the same thing.” He placed tiny kisses down the column of her throat until he reached the creamy flesh at the top of her bra. He kissed all of the visible skin while teasing her nipples through the lacy pink fabric.
    Cadence humped herself forward, rubbing her sex against Donnall.
    “I know exactly what you need, my beauty,” Donnall whispered.
    “Oh yeah?” Cadence pulled her arms from around Donnall’s neck and walked her fingers down over his massive arms before trailing up again and running across his chest.
    Donnall loved the way her hands felt against his skin exploring him. He trailed a hand down from her left breast to the garment shielding her sex.
    Cadence gasped and bucked against him.
    “Do not worry, my beauty. I will not take your virtue. Let me show you what it can be like between a man and a woman.” He slipped his hand down her outer folds and moved to the very heat of her. He wasn’t surprised she was moist against his fingers. “I told you you’d get wet.”
    Cadence snorted and rested her forehead against his.
    He brushed a finger past her sensitive nub, loving the way Cadence jumped against him and he moved lower to her entrance. She was wet and ready for him. Heedless of the consequences of his actions, he slipped one finger inside her and stroked her clit with his thumb.
    Cadence gripped him tighter, hitching her hips in rhythm with his finger. “Donnall, please,” she begged, clenching her muscles around him.
    “Do not worry. I will get you there.”
    “Where?” she asked breathlessly.
    “To paradise.”
     
    Cadence cried out against Donnall when the first ripple of her climax crashed around her. She yelled his name while his magic fingers continued to wring wave after wave of pleasure from her body. She’d been with Liam for four years and he’d never once made her feel like this, like she was flying apart at the seams.
    She whined when Donnall pulled his finger from her body. She was shocked when he sucked the digit into his mouth. He looked like a cat with a saucer of cream. Liam had always told her she tasted bad, but Donnall acted like he was tasting expensive caviar. “How do I taste?”
    “Like sunshine. Did you enjoy yourself?”
    Instead of answering, Cadence pulled the blanket away from Donnall’s obvious erection. The head was smeared in pre-come and his cock was huge. Swiping her thumb through the puddle of Donnall’s nectar, she winked at him and licked her thumb, enjoying the salty flavor of him.
    “Cadence, what?” Donnall’s hazel eyes were glazed over with passion. “What are you doing?”
    “Don’t worry, I won’t take your virtue.” She giggled at repeating his earlier line back at him. She pushed back a bit and took his hot tool in her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip and back again.
    “Cadence,” Donnall panted.
    “Hmmm?” She smiled sweetly at him and went back to stroking his velvet shaft. She looked up at him and Donnall was lost. He was watching Cadence’s hand work over his flesh, his eyes nearly black with need. His chest was heaving and she could tell he was struggling to hold on to his control. “Come on, Donnall. Come for me.”
    Donnall snapped his eyes up to meet hers and growled low in his throat.
    Cadence felt his cock get a bit harder before pulsing in her hand. Shot after shot of sweet cream ripped from his cock to coat her hand and his stomach.
    “Fuck, fuck!” Donnall blew out a harsh breath and fell backward to land on the cold floor of the cottage. He threw his arms over his face.
    “Donnall?” Cadence called