Free Freefalling by Zara Stoneley Page B

overdressed.’
    A shiver of anticipation rippled through her belly as he pulled the T-shirt over her head, the warmth of his palm against her swollen breast sending an urgent message straight to her clit.
    ‘You stripped me to the bare essentials in that picture so I think it’s only fair I do the same to you.’
    The back of his knuckles scorched her stomach as he slipped his hands under the waistband of her jeans and tugged her closer, until her breasts rubbed against the smooth softness of his shirt and his lips were a breath away. One flick and the button gave way and he pulled the zip down with agonising slowness, until every nerve ending in her body was screaming at him to hurry. She wriggled her hips as he eased the jeans down, impatiently lifting her feet up out of the tangle of denim and knickers, his laugh curdling through her as she staggered. Firm hands on her waist steadied her body but sent every bit of her insides haywire. He was looking at her, so intently that her heart started thundering in her ears and she was sure she’d internally combust if he didn’t do something.
    ‘You’re mine.’ His voice was a rough growl as he unclipped her bra and a shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with being naked and everything to do with the way his gaze was raking greedily over her. ‘You’re almost too good to touch.’
    ‘Tom!’ Shit, he wasn’t going to stop now.
    ‘Almost.’ His mouth curled with a wickedness that sent her pulse racing into overdrive. ‘Ever thought of doing a self-portrait?’
    ‘My cheekbones are too big.’
    ‘No one will be looking at your cheekbones –’ The heat of his finger caressed her cheek as he spoke. ‘But they’re perfect anyway.’
    ‘I’m too skinny, my hipbones …’
    ‘I love your hipbones.’ His voice had a rough catch in it as his hand traced a path down her body. One lazy finger circled her belly, drifted out to her hip. ‘I love you just as you are. Cheekbones, hipbones, wacky artistic brain …’
    ‘Tom.’
    ‘Shh.’
    She gasped as his thumb stroked over her mound, while he gently pushed between her thighs with firm fingers, edging her legs wider apart. ‘I want you so much.’ His fingers stroked along her slit, probed, opening her, finding their way inside her, and she clutched at his shoulders as her trembling legs threatened to give way. ‘I love watching you come.’ His fingers were still but his thumb was circling on her clit, setting off the gentle swirl of orgasm inside her. ‘Come for me, Hayley.’ The heat of his other hand burnt a path down her spine and she moaned as he reached the bottom, as he pressed against the base. Held her tight. ‘I’ve got you, darling.’ And he was pressing in deeper, fluttering his fingers, creating sensations she didn’t recognise, and she was coming. Spiralling over the top, on the crest of a wave that was shattering, splintering, sending tendrils of aftershock to every part of her body.
    She was panting, still seeing stars, when he kissed her, kissed her properly. His mouth claimed hers, and she moaned, rubbing her hips against the rough denim of his jeans as fresh need slammed through her. His tongue explored, flicking over her teeth, circling the tip of her own tongue until finally he started to suck gently, teasing till her clit started to throb again in response. The taste of lust flooded her senses, lust and a need that had her clutching at his hair, his shoulders, matching the demands of his kiss with her own.
    ‘Oh God, Hayley.’ His forehead rested against hers, his breathing rough and uneven, matching her own as they both gasped for air.
    ‘I want you, Tom.’ She slipped her hand down between them, rubbed her palm along the length of his hard cock, the heat of him burning through the thick denim. He groaned and shut his eyes, helping her as she fumbled with his belt. ‘I need you.’ She pushed his boxers down just far enough that she could get her hand round him, feel