Free The Ties That Bind by Jaci Burton Page B

excruciatingly slow movements. It was so sweet to watch her face as she gripped him, moved against him, rocking back and forth, each time gliding over his balls and making him clench his teeth as he held back.
    He reached for her hips, needing to hold her, to feel her flesh and grab on to her as she rode him. The sun shined down on them both, making them sweat, slick, easy for Lisa to slide over him. She laughed at their stickiness, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the ride. He enjoyed watching her, seeing the light in her eyes, the way her breasts swayed with every movement, the way her fingers curled against his skin whenever her clit dragged against him. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, concentrating on her pleasure—exactly what he wanted her to do, because if it was good for her, it was damn great for him.
    He rose up, driving harder into her, and she gasped, dug down deep, and ground against him, giving him back what he gave to her. She leaned forward, curling her back up like a cat’s as she slid over hischest to grab on to his shoulders, then rode him, driving her pussy down over his cock until he was at her mercy.
    “Christ, Lisa.” He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips now as he held on tight, letting her guide their movements, giving her free rein to do as she pleased. She was a wildcat, immersed in her own pleasure, lifting up and slamming down against him. He knew she was close, felt her tightening, convulsing around him. She surged forward, took his mouth in a wild kiss, biting him, sucking on his tongue, groaning into his mouth. When she came, he knew it because she cried out into his mouth, and he let go then, too, holding her tight against him as he surged upward, flooding come as wave after wave jettisoned from deep inside him in incontrollable bursts.
    Spent and panting, they lay together in sweaty silence for a few moments. God, he couldn’t move, every part of his body drained.
    “Ugh. I’m a mess,” she finally said, lifting her head from his chest to smile at him. “How about a swim?”
    “Great idea.”
    They cooled off in the sea, guzzled down bottled water, then collapsed on the beach chairs.
    “That was nice,” Lisa said.
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Sex is…a lot different now than it used to be.”
    He slanted his gaze in her direction. “In what way?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. Before we were just kids. Experimenting and kind of new at the whole thing, so we really didn’t know what we were doing. Now there’s more…finesse. And it’s a lot more intense.”
    He knew why. At least from his perspective. But he wanted her to figure it out on her own.
    “Yeah, it’s intense all right. But I always thought sex between us was good.”
    “You’re a guy. You think any sex is good sex.”
    He laughed. “Spoken like a true woman.”
    She shifted in the chair and half turned toward him. “Isn’t that true, though? At least with men?”
    “No.”
    “Men can have bad sex?”
    “Honey, there’s great sex, there’s average sex, and there’s lousy sex. A guy can tell. Trust me, we prefer great sex.”
    “What’s lousy sex?”
    “Barbie pussy.”
    She spit out a deep laugh. “Barbie pussy?”
    “When a woman just lies there stiff and doesn’t move. You know, like a Barbie doll. As if she expects the guy to do all the work. Then he’s supposed to be grateful that she’s allowed him to get some, so that should be good enough.”
    “Oh.” She snorted. “I could see how that wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”
    “Yeah. Like I said, sometimes no sex is better than sex with someone who isn’t really involved.”
    “Have you…had sex with someone like that?”
    How much was he supposed to reveal? They’d never discussed their sex lives during the years they’d been divorced. But if he had any hopes of reconciling with Lisa, he owed it to her to be honest. “Yeah, I have.”
    He expected her to be pissed. Instead, she wrinkled her nose.