Free Apt [Running to Love 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Page B

couldn’t wait to play with her and enhance and extract all that passion that lived deep within her. He suspected she would be doing some extracting of her own.
    There were a great number of questions to be answered, not the least of which was how long Alistair had known that Fiona had remained in Tulsa and wasn’t in Scotland with her parents. Dave ground his teeth at the thought of Andrew training Fiona, even if he was absurdly grateful to the man for keeping her safe while she explored what were obviously submissive desires and needs. She could easily have ended up with a far less scrupulous Dom, and Dave acknowledged that Andrew had never engaged in any kind of sexual congress with her other than granting her toy-induced orgasms. He sincerely wanted to believe that, because he was too damn possessive to want even one of her orifices shared by anyone else. Unless she had desires along those lines, something he fervently hoped wasn’t the case.
    His cock had been filling again, snuggled as it was within Fiona’s silken heat. It liked its new home, and Dave was loath to pull out. He knew that using a condom twice wasn’t a preferred method of birth control, but despite telling his woman that he wanted to wait before knocking her up, he could see her in his head, her belly swelling with his child. His cock went to full alert in that instant, and he thrust once, experimentally. Fiona made a sweet little sound, and her pelvis hitched, her channel seeming to lay a long soft lick over his shaft. Dave eased her on top of him, his cock throbbing like a stiff tether between them. Fiona came awake, her ebony hair adrift around her graceful shoulders, and she smiled at him. It was the smile of a sexually satisfied woman, and Dave watched it morph into intense interest as she realized how he’d positioned her and comprehended the thickness between her thighs.
    He grasped her waist and lifted suggestively, and she obediently shifted to sit astride, her knees bending to clasp his hips. She stared down at him, and he felt her clench. He couldn’t hold back a groan, and she smiled again. Oh, no, he wasn’t going to let her have that kind of power, or she’d run him ragged. But it was too late. She’d worked out her position and her advantage, even as he’d known she would be too tender to fuck beneath him. Fiona lifted herself just a little and then lowered back down. She felt totally and fucking well marvelous, and he gripped her hips to support the action.
    She rode him with increasing confidence, and once he was certain she was comfortable, he began to tease her breasts, rolling and tugging the little berries at the tips, his hands remembering the contours and shape from a long time ago. She moaned her enjoyment and pleasure. He watched her, so intent on her actions, and knew she cared little for performance in those moments. Rather, she was curious and interested in wresting the pleasure from the experience. He schooled both his cock and his features. He excelled at this kind of control, according to Dr. Massey, as her most apt pupil, although he’d shown a considerable lack when he and Fiona had come together for the first time, something he’d never regret.
    Fiona threw her head back as she worked harder over him, and Dave moved one hand to her apex, her little clit as red as a berry and poking from its protective hood between the shaved lips of her cunt. He timed her movements with the increasing tremors in her channel and then pinched her clit, shoving up hard with a twist of his hips as he did so, trying for her G-spot. She screamed her release just as he hoped for and milked him with the intensity of her coming. He reveled in the moment and welcomed her slight weight as she collapsed on him. He stroked his hand down the length of her lovely back, his callused palm skating through the dew created by her efforts.
    “Wow.” He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Wow, indeed. He wanted to say holy fuck. Fiona had never