Free Castles Burning Part Two by Nicole Ryan Page B

thrusts, his balls slapping my clitoris. He was gripping my skin harshly and my free hand found the one that was clawing at me. He released my flesh as soon as I touched his hand.
    “ No it’s ok, I want you to.” I panted softly, flipping my hair over my shoulder and looking back at him. He squeezed again before he popped my butt once and I wiggled it playfully and grinned at him. “Yes.” I said, he slapped my behind again and I let my eyes close as I ground against him, biting my lip as I opened my eyes and met his again. “I love it.” I told him letting my lip slide through my teeth.
    He put his hand between my shoulder blades and slowly pressed me back down to the sofa, he pulled his short nails down my spine; I arched my back as goose bumps broke out all over my body sending a shiver through me.
    “Oh God…” I sighed as I felt myself climaxing again suddenly.
    “Yes.” Dean growled behind me as he pulled me tighter against him, moving harder, still torturously slow. He took one of my ankles from the floor and lifted it, turning me over as he did so, and my back was on the sofa again. He leaned forward to kiss my breasts before he moved down to my clitoris. I jumped when his soft tongue touched my sensitive flesh and as he began his exploration of my body I felt it traveling across my skin in waves of color and flashes of light.
    “Dean…” I moaned as I became overwhelmed with the sensation and tried to pull away from him, he rested one of his forearms across my hips, letting his hand steal up to grasp my breast. My fingers dug into the sofa cushion above me as I tried to pull away from him, panting and moaning desperately. His other arm came up and pinned my hips down as his tongue slid in and out of me, his eyes locked on mine. He swirled up to my clitoris and back down and inside me again, I couldn’t stop watching him work my body, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I wrapped my ankles together around his neck and arched my back, grabbing handfuls of his hair as he continued to groan and eat me as if I were his last supper. I screamed his name and tried to pull away from him again, my head swimming as the sensation traveled from my sex up into my stomach and chest, overwhelming all of my senses, my body was shuddering uncontrollably. My hands were fluttering from his head, to my lips, digging into my own hair and gripping the cushions, I couldn’t find any way to satiate myself.
    Suddenly Dean gripped my ank les and flung them over my head, my knees rested on the sofa by my head and I felt completely exposed as he gripped my wrists, pinning them beneath my back between his knees as he came up on the sofa. It was sudden, unexpected and it was exactly what I’d been craving for so long. I moaned and groaned as he held his cock in his hand and dipped his head down to languidly stroke me with his tongue again. My imagination swam with visions of him walking above me and commanding me to ask before I come, the thought made me pant more and I felt heat burning inside of me. I tried to pull my hands free, but he held them, it excited me beyond even my own belief and I started to buck against him wanting to move my legs. His knees released my wrists and he held one of my thighs with each of his hands, pinning my legs where they were, his tongue flicking wildly over my clitoris. I wrapped my hands under my legs and placed them over his; holding my thighs wide for him and watching his gorgeous features as he reveled in my taste.
    “God, I can’t… I can’t.” I whispered to him, letting my head fall back to the sofa and squirming as much as I could beneath him.
    “Yes you can.” He said as he sat up. He was massaging me with his thumb as he looked down at me and pushed the head of his throbbing penis inside of me slowly. His hands held me to him as he kneeled on the sofa and moved within me. Slowly he took my left knee and moved it over to the side, closing my legs and turning