Free The Stranger's Secrets by Beth Williamson Page A

sucked while her tongue swiped the tender skin.
    Twice before Whitman had had women pleasure him with their mouths, but they didn’t even remotely compare with Sarah. She started a rhythm of sucking him into her mouth as she squeezed with her hands, then releasing him while rubbing the base of his cock.
    “Sarah.” He gasped after a few minutes. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
    She laughed softly. “Mm, well we can’t have that, can we?”
    After a few more strokes, she laved the head of his cock, alternately nibbling and kissing. It was the most sensual experience of his life.
    “I’m going to come in your mouth.”
    She let him go with an audible pop. “Then the fun would be over too soon, wouldn’t it?”
    He couldn’t quite see clearly, but he could hear her remove her clothes as his pulse pounded through his ears. If he got any harder, he might faint.
    “You gonna join me on the bed, Yankee?” She let loose a husky chuckle. “I’ve got a few things we can do with that cock of yours.”
    Hearing her talk dirty made him that much more aroused. He didn’t expect it would, but damned if it didn’t. Whit had never been so turned on in his life.
    He crawled onto the bed and came up against soft, feminine skin. Breathing in her scent, he smelled roses and the musky scent of her aroused pussy. Both were heavenly.
    Whitman lay down next to her and began exploring. Her breasts were like big apples with hard, distended nipples ripe for the picking. He lowered his mouth and licked at one, earning a hiss from her.
    “I like that. Do it again.”
    Sarah was definitely not shy.
    He cupped the other breast and tweaked the nipple while his mouth continued to pleasure her. He nibbled at her and she jerked.
    “Harder.”
    Whit smiled and bit her. She moaned in appreciation and he continued his assault. As he switched breasts, his hand meandered down her stomach until he found the springy hair between her legs.
    The heat from her pussy made his dick jump against her hip. She was amazingly wet and ready. His fingers dipped into the recesses of her and discovered all the nooks and crannies.
    Each time he found one she liked, he mentally made a note, then returned his fingers to caress her again. Her clit was big and extended past the hood surrounding it. He wanted to taste her, and bite her love nubbin, but it would have to wait until next time.
    Instead he played with her clit, alternately fucking her with his fingers and rubbing his palm against the clit instead. She pushed against his hand.
    “You’ve got some skills in bed.” She grabbed his dick and pumped it. “Now let’s see what you can do with this.”
    Whitman let her pull him to her, a willing participant in her commanding presence in the bed.
    He rose above her, unable to see her face in the gloom, but he could see her teeth. She was either smiling or snarling. At that point, he didn’t care which it was.
    As he sank into her welcoming wetness slowly, she pulled at his ass.
    “Hurry.”
    He didn’t want to hurry, though. “Anticipation heightens the pleasure.”
    “If I am heightened any more, I might come before you are even all the way inside me.”
    Whit felt a chuckle bubble up and tried to imagine another woman acting like Sarah did. There was simply no comparison.
    He plunged in deeply in one thrust. She gasped and tightened around him. The velvet glove of her pussy walls was like a fist, pulling him in deeper.
    “Yessss,” she hissed. “That’s it.”
    Whit couldn’t even form a single word. He was lost in a pleasure he hadn’t experienced before. As he began to move, she moved with him. Her body pushed up as he thrust down, their rhythm matched perfectly.
    It was as if they were made to be together, flesh against flesh.
    Whitman leaned down and captured a nipple, pulling it into his mouth. She scratched at his back and pulled her knees up. He plunged into her so deeply, his balls touched her flesh.
    “Bite it.”
    His teeth