Free His Paris Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina Ow

thinking. Was she

finally thinking of the husband she was about to cheat on? Was her conscious

finally audible in all that haze of lust?
    Then finally she shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
    Ruiz smiled; if she only knew she’d answered his question in

more ways than one.
    “Ruiz,” she began hesitantly, “it’s been a while...”
      If he wasn’t so

hard up, he’d dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately

needed but also provoked more questions.
    He nodded. “We’ll go slow, gentle. I want to savor this.”
    She smiled at him, a real full-blown Melody Sinclair smile

that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her above his straining

erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the bead of cum at the

tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body shaking from the

intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of pleasure. The hot and

tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest. After a year of

celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that moment, but he fought

it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could, taking pleasure from

her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her rounded hips. He wanted

to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to lay her on the ground and

fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with her above him, looking up

at her, his face nestled between her large breasts. They were larger than he

remembered but he wasn’t complaining.
    She began to ride him, slow and hesitantly at first until he

began to guide her with his hands on her hips and she found a sure rhythm. She

bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and plunged her needing more, craving

more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she moaned and cried out

landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t work out he’d have no muscle

to cushion his thigh bones and they would have broken in half by now at how

forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples, lightly licking them and

rubbing his face against, under and between them, doing everything he knew that

drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He wanted to tease her, torment

her into riding him harder.
    He kneaded her thighs open as he parted his own so that she

could sink fully onto him, taking him completely inside her. Her body shook

again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her hands tightening into fists

in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after the ultimate high that was

her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight nipples brushed against his

chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the sensation was what made her

movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could feel it. Normally, this was

where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held onto her hips, helping her rid

him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down her creased face, dropping to her

chest and roll between the valley of her breasts. Her lips parted in desperate

cries as her body began to shake. Then finally she went rigid, her back bending

backwards, her head thrown back as her lips parted in a loud scream that

vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her reach her peek, knowing the moment

his body had brought her as much pleasure as her own did him. He loved watching

the serenity settle on her face as she came down from her high, and yet knowing

it wouldn’t be there for much longer.
    “My turn,” he whispered gruffly, lowering her to the ground.

He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her ass on his thighs, his

hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was bound to keep them in a

white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.
    He rocked into her, slow at first waking up her body. When

her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan leaving her slightly

parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it was time to up the

ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making