Free London Calling by Karen Booth, Karen Stivali

said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She
gasped when he lifted her off the kitchen counter. “Where are you taking me?”
    “You deserve better than the kitchen counter.” He carried
her to the bedroom and lowered her onto the now rumpled sheets.
    Tim stood next to the bed, long and lean, parts of him hard
as iron. Jenna couldn’t wait for more. She stretched her arms above her head,
hands clasped in surrender. She wondered what it was about him that made her
feel so uninhibited. That question would need to wait for later. Right now, she
just wanted to make his eyes even greener.
    He lowered himself on to her and they kissed with increased
intensity. His erection rubbed against her pubic bone and she bucked against
him. She pushed on his shoulder and he rolled to his back. Straddling him, she rocked
back and forth as his cock slid along her slippery folds. She ached to have him
inside her.
    Their eyes connected and she bit her lip, spreading her
hands across his tempting chest. She dipped down and kissed his throat, his
collarbone, continuing along the midline. Scooting farther back and setting her
knees between his legs, she circled her tongue around his bellybutton as he
moaned. He has no idea. I’m just getting started.
    Jenna wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock,
rubbing his balls with her thumb. She puckered against his tip then took only
the head into her mouth, sucking while running her tongue along the
ultrasensitive ridge. He drew in a breath and she glanced up to see him
watching, his eyelids heavy.
    The sounds that escaped him were unlike any she’d ever coaxed
from a man. She skimmed his length with her lips, letting her tongue apply the real
pressure as it rode along the underside. Taking her time, she began to glide up
and down, amazed as his silken skin became even more taut. She swirled her
tongue and huffed hot breaths around him, eliciting a string of pleasurable
hums and mutterings as he clearly enjoyed every moment.
    She felt tension rising from his groin, as if he was employing
great restraint. He seemed restless as he reached down and curled his fingers
under her arms, urging her back to him. Jenna leaned in for a slow and steamy kiss.
    “You’re unbelievable,” he said.
    “That was only the beginning.”
    “Did I mention you’re my dream woman?” His expression was
one of pure desire, prompting her body temperature to soar.
    She reached for the condoms on the bedside table. Tim
propped himself on his elbows as she opened the pouch. Her fingertips rolled it
on to the head of his cock. He clamped his eyes shut and dropped back on to the
bed.
    “Blimey. You do that better than anyone.”
    Smirking, she unrolled it the rest of the way. “I try.” She
wrapped a hand around him and raised herself, guiding him into place. Her
breath caught as her muscles stretched and he filled her to the limit. She rode
up and down, steadying herself with her hands behind her, on his thighs. Her
body conformed to his and she marveled at how seamlessly they fit together.
    Tim reached between her legs and expertly planted his thumb,
working in circles against her clit. She knocked her head back and closed her
eyes as he drove shock waves into her belly. She felt the release about to
engulf her. Breaths rushed from her chest and he slowed the motion of his
thumb, moving in an intoxicating figure eight that only changed the speed of
the approach—the intensity was just as overwhelming.
    She arched her back and slid along his length, his thighs
trembling beneath her hands. Jenna felt her insides about to collapse as he
began to thrust and lift her off the bed. He cupped and squeezed one of her
breasts, his thumb never relenting between her legs.
    With an electrifying jolt, her threshold shattered as
pleasure coursed through her. Rising high on her knees, she called his name. She
slid back down his length and felt a tremor from within as his hips jerked upward.
His torso froze mid motion. Her