Free Vegas Miracle by Liz Crowe Page B

suppressed orgasmic energy.
    "She got Ryan’s cock.  Now you get mine."
    Trying to calm her pounding heart, Grace nodded, unable to speak, letting him stretch her with his fingers, loving the sensation of this man’s touch although part of her was still in shock at what she was doing.  Where was Ryan?  She glanced around, as Henri’s fingers approached her g-spot, making her lift one leg and wrap it around his strong torso, willing him to do more.
    "Kiss me," his voice was hoarse making Grace realize he was just as turned on as she was. She smiled and arched up, sensing the orgasm over take her, roaring up from her core.  Grace closed her eyes, leaving behind everything not directly concerned with her body’s exquisite blinding light of climax.  Henri’s fingers touched the nerve bundle just as it exploded over them, filling her with the pure physical and emotional release as only the very best orgasm can.
    Henri reached up to clasp her hands, keeping them pinned so she was left writhing in pleasure with nothing to hold on to. He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder before he drove his cock inside her, ramming so hard she screamed in the last throes of the monster orgasm he’d just ripped from her.  The amazing angle Henri created made her body clench and almost resist the thickness of his cock but he'd stretched her and the extreme need to be filled by him completely overwhelmed any worry about pain.
    Grace lifted her entire pelvis up, higher, pulling him in deeper.  His chocolate eyes were glowing black, his dark hair framing his face.  Grace watched as if from afar as her body spasmed in pleasure.  Just as she was reaching for his ass, needing to feel his flesh under her hands, he stopped.  Grace moaned as she felt the throb of his need inside her, She was positive he was about to blow.  Then Henri took a long, shuddering breath.
                "No," he commanded again, jerking his chin at her.  "I'm making the rules.  You keep your hands up there or I’m going to tie them."
    He resumed but this time with slow, smooth strokes, pulling his thickness all the way outside her soaking center. Grace looked down, saw his thick purple head gleaming with her juices just outside the throbbing pink of her sex.  She watched, fascinated, as he penetrated her again, purposefully and controlled, and felt her pussy grasp at him in a primal dance of lust and need.  Grinding his pubic bone against hers with his cock fully sunk deep inside her, Henri groaned.
    "You have the most amazing,” he stopped, grunted, “Ah God I can’t stop."  Jaw clenched, his dark skin flushed deeper brown as a bead of sweat dripped from his Roman nose onto Grace’s breasts.   She pressed against him, felt his balls contract near her ass as his body prepared for orgasm.  His face clenched in what looked like agony as he pulled out one last time before driving her down into the mattress with massive thrust.
    Henri shuddered, cried out as she lifted her hips as high as she could while he thrust into her again and again and then stopped, his body shaking, his eyes back on hers.  He collapsed down onto Grace’s body and she ran her hands down his sweat-slicked back, the muscles strong, clenched beneath her palms. 
    Henri propped himself up again, kissing her with an urgency and passion that spoke volumes.  It was as if there was a deeper connection, something more he sought with his desperate lips and tongue.  Grace gave herself a mental smack.  This was a sex party pure and simple.  Ryan had gotten them into it somehow so she could have some firsthand experience for her fiction. 
    She broke away and struggled up, her entire body languid and slow moving.  Wanting nothing more than to lie in Henri’s arms, sleep with his breath against her ear, she fought it.  She loved her husband.  This was insane, this need to be held by the young, dark skinned man who had just rocked her world.
    A sharp knock at