Free Rock My World by Cindi Myers

face to remain impassive, to not reveal the desire storming through her.
    He moved away from her breast and she gasped with regret, but his touch returned quickly. His fingers were wet now, playing with the nipple, sliding it between thumb and forefinger, tugging at it, rolling it against his palm.
    She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and pressed her bottom against the sheet, resisting the urge to squeeze her legs together. “That feels so good,” she gasped.
    She was wet and throbbing, more than ready for him, but he was in no hurry to leave her breasts. He transferred his attention to the other peak, stroking and fondling until she was on the very edge of control. She closed her eyes and sucked air in through her nose, her hands clutching at the mattress.
    “I wish I could see you,” he said. “Naked, like this. Your nipples hard and wet from my mouth.”
    All she could manage in answer was a moan. How had this happened? She’d intended to be in charge here, yet now he had her helpless, every inch of her focused on his fingers roving over her and the hard knot of need between her legs.
    He hooked his leg over hers and pulled it toward him, so that she lay spread-eagle beneath the covers. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, scarcely touching her, sending a flutter through her middle.
    She arched toward him, craving his touch, but he didn’t satisfy her immediately. He brushed his fingertips across her curls, and then his palm, then traced one finger along the top of her thigh, where it met her torso. “You’re teasing me,” she protested.
    “Payback for what you’ve been doing to me all day.”She heard the smile in his voice. “It’s a good thing we were sitting down most of the day. I don’t think I could have walked, the condition you had me in.”
    “You’re terribly stubborn. I had to take drastic measures.” Her voice rose on the last syllable, as he plunged one finger into her. The movement startled her and sent a fresh wave of more intense arousal slicing through her. Her muscles tightened around him, trying to hold him in her as he withdrew.
    “Do you like that?”
    “No, I hate it. Can’t you tell?” She turned her head toward him and saw him bring his finger to his mouth and suck on it. Tasting her. The intimacy of the gesture brought a knot of emotion to her throat. “I’d rather have your cock in me, but for now, your finger will do.”
    Her words had the desired effect. He immediately returned his hand to her crotch, his forefinger sliding into her while his thumb pressed against her clit. She moaned as a second finger joined the first, and his thumb began to brush back and forth across her clit. No more gentle teasing now. He was focused and thorough, bringing her to the very edge of her need and over.
    She arched toward him, fighting against the need to moan, or even scream. The battle between the appearance of self-control and the need for release somehow intensified every sensation. Her climax pulsed through her in waves, each one deeper and more intense than the one before. A low, keening cry escaped her lips. By the time Adam brought his hand to lay between her breasts, he was trembling, as if shaken by the intensity of the moment, or his own growing desire.
    She reached for him, her hand grasping his erection firmly, wanting to satisfy him the way he’d satisfied her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, stilling her. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Let me catch my breath.”
    They lay there for a long moment. In the stillness, she heard the ticking of a nearby clock, followed by the hum of the air conditioner as it cycled on. Then she became aware of Adam’s breathing, faster at first, then a more normal rhythm. He relaxed his hold on her wrist. “All right. Go for it.”
    She started to comply, then smiled, remembering the way he’d teased her. She slid her hand down and grasped his balls. His body jerked, and air hissed from his lips. Taking another hint from his