Free Wicked Garden by Lorelei James Page B

lips, looking up, seeing the raw need in his eyes. She let the end of her tongue zigzag lazily from his scrotum to his glans, licking at the tip of his cock.
    “That’s so good. Woman, you’re killing me.”
    Then she slipped her hand between his thighs to massage his balls, pressing her thumb into the strip of skin right behind the taut sac. She loved everything about this intimacy. The musky male way he smelled. His clean, salty taste. The feel of the hardest part of him stretching her lips and brushing the roof of her mouth. His tiny shudders when she lapped the sweet spot below his cockhead and at the sweet fluid coating the slit.
    “You want to come fast or slow?”
    “Ah. Fast. Christ. Please.”
    Eden circled her hand around the base of his shaft and jacked him while her mouth counter-stroked, lips and fingers meeting in the middle. Her head bobbing, her mouth watering, her teeth-scraping, all rhythmic sucking, heat and wetness. Worshiping that marvelous male flesh.
    Billy’s hips pumped. His thumbs spread across her hollowed cheeks as she took him deeper yet. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth on his sex and his answering moans of ecstasy made her thighs sticky and her blood race.
    “Eden. Stop or I’m gonna shoot.”
    “Shoot in my mouth, Billy.”
    A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Then you’ll swallow every goddamn drop.” His hands returned to her head and he gripped hanks of hair in his fists, adding an erotic pinch of pain as he fucked her mouth.
    His body tensed. “Here it comes.” His cock lifted slightly, the length tightened and twitched as pulse after pulse of hot come flowed over her tongue and dripped down the back of her throat.
    She kept swallowing, stroking, wringing every ounce of pleasure from him until he begged, “Stop. Jesus. I can’t take any more, baby,” and his spent cock slipped from her mouth.
    Billy hadn’t opened his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists by his naked flanks. A beautiful red flush colored his cheeks and his breathing was decidedly ragged.
    Good.
    Quietly, Eden stood and padded to the kitchen. Her hand shook so badly that she spilled water down her neck. The cold glass felt heavenly against her hot lips. Liquid cooled her mouth but washed away the taste of him.
    She heard his footfalls stop on the linoleum behind her.
    Billy pulled her against his chest. “That was fucking amazing,” he muttered gruffly.
    “For me too. Are you hungry?”
    “Only hungry for you, Eden.” His lips brushed her ear. “I want you.”
    “But—”
    “Stop talking. Let me have you.”
    Amidst drugging kisses, his thumbs feathered touches on her stomach near her belly button and the muscles rippled in response.
    “Hang on.” Then he lifted her onto the counter. “Take off the robe. Now.”
    “Right here? In the kitchen?”
    “You just had me in the living room.” The heat in his eyes contrasted with the gentle hands he placed on her collarbones. “So yes. Right here, right now.” His mouth sought hers and he oh-so-slowly lowered the robe, allowing the silky material to slither over her bared back.
    As he cranked up the kiss, his hands drifted across the slopes of her breasts, slipping over her torso and briefly landing on her midriff. Billy grabbed her butt, tugging her half-on, half-off the counter.
    Eden jerked back. “I’m falling.”
    “I won’t let you.” Sweaty palms glided over the breadth of her legs to her knees. He watched her eyes as he splayed her thighs apart. Wide. “Put your hands behind you and dig your heels into the cabinet door.”
    “But—”
    “Do it,” he growled, shutting her up with another carnal kiss that curled her toes, her hair and her internal organs.
    When he ripped his mouth free, the desire in his eyes almost toppled her off the counter.
    Billy warned, “Brace yourself,” and dropped to his knees on the rug in front of her.
    Every bit of blood drained from Eden’s upper body, plummeting to the lower regions