Free Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A

curled her body into his. “What do you see up there?”
    Her. In his bed. At his kitchen table. In the morning light. “Stars. I see millions of stars.”
    “Make me see stars, Stephen.”
    When she said his name, he’d do anything for her. “Get on top of me.”
    She straddled his hips, her movement tugging at his open zipper. Settling her skirt around her, she slid her hands up his chest, leaning down to rub her breasts against him. The tip of his cock touched her warm, wet pussy.
    “You feel so good,” he whispered. So fucking good that his body ached. He’d never had this before in his life.
    She moved her hips a fraction, teasing him, bathing him with her juices. “You feel good, too.”
    “Undo your blouse for me.”
    She sat up, adjusted. He slipped deeper between her folds, nudging her clit. She sucked in a breath, gathered her hair in her hands, and did a slow, sinuous stretch. His cock pulsed as she moaned softly.
    Her nipples peaked against the sheer material. With a sultry look, she loosened the button at her cleavage. Then the next. Then all of them until a strip of flesh showed from throat to abdomen. He tugged on the bottom, pulling the opening apart. The edges clung to her nipples a moment, then slid free.
    “Your breasts are so beautiful.” Small, yet perfectly shaped, perfectly pert.
    “Do you want me to touch them, Stephen?”
    He almost grabbed her hips to shove himself inside her. Despite the orgasm he’d had in her mouth, he was sure he’d come the next time she said his name. “Please.”
    “So polite.” She cupped her breasts, held them out to him.
    This was the way he wanted her, sure of herself, her beauty, her passion, his attraction. “I’ll probably come before I ever get inside you, but I want to see you play with your nipples.”
    She smiled, a seductive, knowing smile.
    He never wanted her to lose that sense of power. “Please, baby, do it, you’re driving me crazy.”
    Licking first one index finger, then the other, she dropped her hands back to her breasts and circled each nipple. Tipping her head back, she rubbed with her palms.
    “Does it feel good?”
    She bit her lip, moaned, then said, “Yes, Stephen. When I close my eyes, it’s as if you’re doing it.”
    His cock felt like solid steel. He wanted to bring her pleasure so badly that his whole body ached with the need. Waiting another moment to have her would be the death of him.
    He reached up to cover her hands. “Let me inside you.”
    She took a shaky breath. “Yes.”
    God, say my name again. “I’ve got a condom in my front pocket. Take it out.”
    She rose up on her knees, her skirt falling over him, but he missed the sweet, warm contact. Moving back, she fished out the condom packet and handed it to him. “Here. You put it on.”
    A flush blossomed on her cheeks. Christ, she was freaking embarrassed. She pulled off to kneel beside him as he struggled to get his pants over his hips, then tore open the wrapping.
    The job done, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Feel how much I want you.”
    She squeezed but didn’t stroke him the way he wanted. Maybe she was afraid of dislodging the condom.
    “Come here.” He pulled her down for a kiss, stealing inside for a touch of her tongue. “You taste so damn sweet.”
    She trailed a finger down his cheek, then kissed him with a light caress. “You don’t have to keep complimenting me. I’m going to fuck you anyway.”
    Something inside him went numb. Pain sat on the back of his eyeballs. He put his forehead to hers. “Then please fuck me, because I can’t stand this anymore.”
    Couldn’t stand the doubts that slipped in so easily with one wrong word between them.
    Putting her arms around him, she pulled him over her. “I want to feel you on top of me. I haven’t felt a man’s weight in more years than I can count.”
    He moved between her legs, bracing himself on one elbow as he slid a hand beneath her skirt and found her