Free Intimate by Kate Douglas

So much need in her eyes, in the soft hitch to her breath, the even softer yet totally unexpected whimper that passed between her lips.
    She came across as strong, so self-confident, and yet …
    He parted her thighs gently with both hands, leaned forward, and used the tip of his tongue to tug at the loop. This time there was no ignoring the soft moan of pleasure, the sharp scent of her arousal, the harsh catch in her breath. Giving up all pretense of merely looking, Jake slipped his palms beneath her thighs and shifted her long legs over his upper arms.
    He grasped her hips, pulled her close, and twirled his tongue around the warm, silver loop. She lay back, opening herself to him, and he used his mouth, his lips and tongue, and even his teeth, nibbling at her, licking deep, and then sucking the tiny ring between his lips and gently tugging.
    She was hot and wet and tasted of spice and woman. He lost himself in her flavors and textures, returning time and again to the tiny silver ring. He used two of his fingers, slowly thrusting in and out of her warm, wet sheath until her muscles clenched around them in a spasm of need.
    He stopped breathing when he felt her body quicken.
    She arched her hips, pressing her slick folds close against his mouth, but he kept his eyes open, watching her, mesmerized as she tugged at the small rings in her nipples with both hands, tasting her as she climaxed against his mouth. He kept licking and nipping, his fingers still thrusting in and out, dragging against the tight clench of rippling muscles. Her legs tightened around his back and she cried out again, arching her body forward, curling up and over his head, sobbing.
    â€œIt’s too much. Too much … I can’t…”
    â€œYou can.” He stroked her gently with fingers and tongue, and within a few, short seconds she came once again. Licking slowly, softly, he brought her down. Calmed her with low words and gentle touches. Then he slowly stood and turned Kaz so that she was lying in the middle of her bed. The sheets were already drawn back. He lifted them to cover her feet, pulled the blankets up to cover her breasts.
    She gazed up at him. He was so tall, so strong and yet beautiful, leaning over her as she lay there in the bed, her body finally still after an orgasm that had lasted forever. She’d never felt so replete, so completely enervated after sex, but she didn’t think she’d ever come that hard in her life. Never before tonight.
    But what of Jake? He’d made love to her with his mouth, with his hands. She’d felt so safe with him, but she knew he hadn’t found any kind of release at all. It didn’t seem right. Those thoughts were drifting slowly through her mind when he leaned over and kissed her, licking into her mouth. She sucked lightly on his tongue, loving the taste of him. Loving the deep groan that vibrated against her lips.
    He kept kissing her, stroking her hair, murmuring soft words against her lips. She wanted to give him pleasure, but he kept kissing her so softly, touching her gently, his strokes over her hair soothing, relaxing her completely. She was vaguely aware of him tucking her in as if she were just a child.
    He was such an amazing man. Gentle, kind, funny. He’d made her laugh, and good lord how he’d made her come. She rolled over, thinking of all they’d done in the few short hours since she’d met him, of the laughter they’d shared, of the intimacy of his mouth on her. All for her. Amazing. Recalling his touch, his gentleness, she drifted into that space between waking and sleeping. Drifting …
    *   *   *
    Jake stood beside the bed, watching Kaz as she fell asleep. He was hard and he wanted her, but not tonight. Tonight she needed her sleep, but that didn’t mean he had to sleep alone.
    Quietly he stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes on the unused bed. Then he turned off the lights, slid