Free He Touches Me by Cynthia Sax Page B

limousine’s floor. The rough carpet chafes my tender skin, the burn spiking my arousal higher. I bend my knees, cradling him as he settles between my thighs. His weight is heavy, sexy, the layers of clothing frustrating.
    Blaine buries his face in the curve where my neck meets my shoulder and he grinds against me, my juices wetting, slicking his dress pants, easing the friction. I undulate under him, caressing him with my naked body, shameless in my need, my want.
    We move together, woman and man, assistant and CEO, struggling graduate and ruthless billionaire, vastly different yet the same in all ways that count, joined in our quest for fulfillment.
    Blaine rotates his hips, rubbing his cloth-­covered cock head into my clit, winding sweet emotion tighter and tighter around me. I’m close but I can’t come alone. I won’t come alone. Not tonight.
    I slide my hand down his back, lift his jacket and slip my fingers under the waistband of his pants. My fingertips touch hot skin and Blaine jerks against me.
    â€œAnna.” His voice is sinfully deep, lowered with passion.
    â€œCome for me, Blaine,” I murmur into his ear. “Show me you want me.”
    He hesitates for two endless heartbeats and I curse my impulsive words. I’ve lost him to his ironclad restraint. He’ll pull away, leaving me to once again find fulfillment alone.
    Blaine raises his head and his gaze meets mine. I suck in my breath. His green eyes are wide and wild. A tremor rolls over me. I’ve never seen him like this, so out of control. It is exciting, arousing, and a little bit scary.
    â€œI want you, Anna.” He yanks on his pants. The top button of his pants pops, bouncing against my stomach, and his zipper rasps. “Never doubt that.”
    His cock freed, Blaine lowers onto me, laying siege to my body, claiming me. Skin meets hot skin, his hard shaft pressing against my pussy lips. I’ve never been this close to a man, this close to Blaine. I’ve never trusted anyone this much.
    â€œYes.” I tremble as his cock glides over me, wetted by my pussy juices. He doesn’t enter me. He doesn’t prod or push against my entrance. He knows I’m not yet ready for that step, despite my teasing words.
    Instead, we rub together, fucking without entry, his powerful body rocking against mine. I clutch his fabric-­clad shoulders, matching his movements, rolling my hips, restrained between the car and Blaine’s unyielding muscle.
    He grunts, the animalistic sounds from my restrained man pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy, more proof that he’s lost control. I’ve made him lose control. I love it. I clasp his ass cheeks, urging him to move faster and faster, to throw himself completely into this one wonderful moment, not thinking, only feeling.
    Blaine rounds his back, humping against me. I dig my short blunt fingernails into his skin, my skin heating, humming. He feels so good, so right, our bodies meant to be one. Perspiration drips down my cheek. His long thick shaft powers along my moist folds. His balls slam against me.
    â€œCome first.” Blaine drags his teeth over my neck, his dominance, the hint of danger, exciting me. My tremors increase in intensity, shaking my body. “And I’ll join you.”
    He’ll come for me, showing me everything, all of him. “Yes,” I whimper, close, so very close, needing a little more. “Blaine.”
    â€œNow, Anna.” Blaine nips my earlobe, the sharp pain freeing me.
    I scream his name and drive my hips upward, plummeting head first into the abyss, trusting him to fall, to not let me fall alone. My clit smacks against his cock head and I lose my mind, twisting and writhing underneath him, not caring who watches, who listens, Blaine being my entire world.
    â€œAnna,” he bellows, thrusting his cock along my stomach. Hot cum splatters on my skin, branding me with his musk, his essence. He thrusts once,