Free Baby Don't Scream by Roanna M. Phillips

Chapter 1
     
    Shivering Leila slowly teased her clit while she
pushed her body closer to the brink of orgasm. Her boyfriend was
out tonight, and her body was craving the kind of satisfaction that
she wasn’t willing to deny it. It wasn’t that she was greedy but
more that she was needy and he wasn’t there to assist her. So she
had to please herself because there was nothing she liked more than
letting her body drift into a peaceful sleep after a satisfying
orgasm.
    Rubbing one side then the other of the sensitive
button, she teased herself. The longer it took, the more intense it
would be and she loved when it was so good she forgot how to
breathe. Sliding her legs wider apart, she dipped a finger into her
snug passage, seeking that slick nectar that would make the glide
over her clit easier.
    The moisture was there, more that she could possibly
need and when she traced her fingers over her clit, she felt a
flash of pleasure rush through her body. Gasping with delight she
changed the pressure and tilted her hips up for better access. Her
fingers weren’t as thick as her boyfriend Darius’s, but she had
been pleasing herself long enough to know what she needed.
    The truth was this orgasm would only take the edge
off, but if it were Darius playing between she legs, she would have
been fighting to breathe from the time he slide his fingers into
her pussy. To tell the truth she didn’t know how he did it, but
somehow he knew what touch she needed, and when. To date he had
never failed to reduce her to screams. Screams that got her into
trouble with her landlord, but screams of pure pleasure that she
relished releasing every time.
    Biting her lip she kept going, letting her fingers
flick faster and faster over her eager clit. Gasping she pushed the
pleasure higher. Soon, it was hovering just out of her reach but
she would get there. All she had to do was let go and let her
fingers fly and she would be falling into the oblivion of
gratification.
     
    Darius turned the doorknob, quietly pushing the door
open while he entered his girlfriend’s bedroom. He had been out
with his friends for the night and because his girlfriend’s place
was nearer, he decided to go there rather than taking the long trip
home. His body was halfway inside when gasping cries caught his
attention. Freezing he listened, trying to decipher the sounds.
Then he heard a gasp for breath followed by whimpers of
pleasure.
    Slipping into the room he waited until his eyes
adjusted to the dark, listening to the continued sounds. Looking
towards the bed he found the source. It was Leila, her body
twisting in ecstasy while her hand moved between her legs in a
smooth, thrusting rhythm.
    Smiling he watched her while she pleasured herself,
totally unaware of his presence. She was an amazing sight to
behold. Her feet sliding up and down the crisp cotton of the sheets
like she was seeking a place to anchor them while her hips rocked
against the flicking rhythm of her fingers. Gasps turned into moans
from deep in her throat and he knew she was nearly about to
orgasm.
    Moving closer to the bed he watched the light and
shadows play over her sweat damp skin. The thrust of her rigid,
chocolate colored, nipples was a sight he had come to crave, and
while her body shook, he was tempted to capture the buds between
his lips and suckle them.
    Standing there he watched every flex of her hips
while her fingers strummed the pearl of her clit. She was nearly
there. He could see the muscles of her legs contracting while they
strained to hold her body in place, the thought of pleasure was
holding her in its thrall while she sought to be consumed. Then
finally her body relaxed its provocative arch, settling back on top
of the bed while she whimpered her delight.
    Slowly her breathing started to return to normal, and
he moved closer to the bed. Quickly he covered her mouth before she
could open her eyes. The last thing he needed was for her to look
up and see a hovering body-like