Free Pleasure by Adrianna Dane Page A

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wide. Her labia lips opened, exposing the pink, moist flesh of her entrance to
his perusal. He reached down to caress her mound. His eyes darken even more,
dilated and passionate.
    “You kept it shaved.”
    She nodded, her body on fire, wanting him inside her, unable
to voice a response.
    “You are so damned pretty. Have you any idea what
self-control it took for me not to fuck you?”
    She arched up from the cushions, eager to correct that
situation. “What’s stopping you now?”
    His hands glided over her abdomen, along her sensitive,
inner thighs, over her knees and down her calves.
    “Lucas, please.”
    Suddenly, he lifted her legs and slung them over his
shoulders, bending forward quickly. Her torso lifted from the chair and she
gasped as his tongue drove deep inside her vagina.
    “Oh, yes. Yes.” She pushed against his hot mouth, his
demanding tongue, forcing him deeper, his breath against her damp skin. He sucked
at her stiffened clit, her engorged lips. Licked across her slit, dipped into
her, time and time again.
    Her hips undulated, pressed, shifted. Helen lifted her hands
to her breasts, pulled at her nipples as she soared higher and higher. And then
suddenly she was gone, passing over the edge of delirium, soaring upward,
pulsing around his tongue, her whole body opened to him.
    Lucas lowered her legs. Then he was over her, his body
pressed to hers, and she felt his cock poised at her entrance, splitting her
open as he slowly invaded her for the first time.
    Tears gathered in her eyes and the poignant joy she felt as
he pushed inward and her body expanded to accept him—all of him, until finally
he was seated completely inside her and she felt his testicles pressed against
her. Lifting her legs, she twined them around his hips and he sank deeper—such
exquisite, intense pleasure filled her.
    He started to pull back. “No,” she protested. “Don’t move,
not an inch.” She thrust her hips upward. “I want to savor this moment. Oh,
God, yes. This is right, so right.”
    His hard, steely shaft pressed her open, wider than she had
ever been, and Helen shuddered at the overwhelming sensations of being so
filled and connected to another.
    And she was connected to him and had been from that first
moment their gazes had clashed in that dining room. The path she traveled had
brought her to the right place.
    Lucas unwound her legs from around his hips and folded them
up until her thighs lay to either side of her breasts. And then she traveled to
the stars as he slowly pulled out and thrust deep, time and time again.
    “Look at me, Helen. Don’t take your eyes off me—I want to
see you melt when you come.”
    She wanted to look at him, to savor every sweet moment they
had together as he drove her higher and higher. Her climax shattered over her,
followed by another, until she sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure that
consumed her.
    His movements grew faster as he tunneled his slick cock hard
and deep. Then he joined her and she felt spasm after spasm rock his body. Her
channel expanded and contracted with each deep spurt of his sperm into the
protective sheath.
    Lowering her legs, Lucas claimed her mouth as they both
floated back to earth. Long hours and numerous condoms later she lay on top of
him, his cock buried once again inside the heat of her vagina, spread across
his chest, one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other softly kneading her
ass. She never wanted it to end.
    “You’ve been saving up,” she murmured against his chest,
then took one of his hard, small nipples into her mouth. She heard him hiss and
his body tightened beneath her, his hand clasped in her hair.
    “I didn’t sell sex per se, but I wasn’t celibate. And, yes,
it has been a long time.”
    She peered up at him. “I don’t wear rose-colored glasses,
Lucas. I don’t expect you to be something you’re not.”
    Helen saw worry cloud his expression. “Are you sure about
that? Relationships can get very complicated.