Free Forevermore by Lynn Galli

me. Soft lips and a surging tongue stoked the embers in my stomach. Her hands eagerly pushed at my t-shirt to bare my chest and mimic my caresses. A thigh dipped in between my legs and pushed against my suddenly throbbing center. Before Briony I’d never felt these sensations before. Now, in less than a minute, I could go from tranquil to desperately needy.
    I reached down to strip off her shorts and let my hands skate back up over her rear. Desperation fueled my touch, but it warred with the need to drag it out. My breath was already ragged as I strained up against her thigh. Her fingers pulled at my underwear. I helped, frantic to slide my hot skin against hers.
    Kisses rained down my chest, headed exactly where I needed. Her lips sucked my nipple into her mouth. My back arched off the mattress, following the suction of her lips. Her masterful tongue lapped and teased. It wasn’t until her husky chuckle that I remembered I had hands and a mouth of my own.
    The chuckle died in her throat as my fingers grasped her nipples and tweaked just so. “Oh, yes, M,” she moaned as I repeated the maneuver. “Just like that.”
    Her mouth was still making me brainless, but I knew we didn’t have all morning. Leisurely lovemaking had to be left to the nights when the kids were already in bed. A stolen morning meant fast, sometimes hard, but always explosive.
    I slid a hand down her side and over her lower back, adding pressure to bring her fully onto me. Her pelvis fit to mine, both legs slipping between my thighs. Her face turned up to look at me with a sexy fire lighting her eyes. She circled her hips against me, fierce and powerful grinding. Little puffs of air pushed against my lips with her efforts.
    Thunder sounded in rhythmic pounds from above, halting our motions. If I didn’t know better I’d think a large animal herd was coming down the stairs instead of just one boy. I sighed and Briony groaned.
    “Cross your fingers he can entertain himself,” I whispered and rolled my pelvis against hers again.
    “I did thank you for insisting we add sound insulation to the bedrooms and bathrooms when we renovated, didn’t I?” Her eyes twinkled down at me.
    I felt a blush bloom on my cheeks remembering how Des had reacted when I asked for the insulation on the interior walls. I’d done it as much for the necessary quiet I needed to sleep as for the privacy we’d need to talk without Caleb overhearing and for moments like this. Nothing would embarrass me more if Briony’s son or our foster daughter could hear us making love.
    I tunneled my hand between us and cupped her, effectively ending her tease. She was wet and plump and gorgeous in my hand. She wouldn’t last long. After years of making love with her, I could sense her climax almost before she could.
    A knock sounded at the door. “Mom? You up yet?” Caleb’s raised voice reached us through the solid wood of the bedroom door. “We’re out of pancake mix.”
    Briony gave a long, loud groan. He might have heard that one. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she called back, stilling her hips and shoving up onto stiff arms. She shook her head and gave me an apologetic look. “Dammit.”
    I chuckled at her exasperation. We’d been interrupted before, but like she said, it had been a long week. She moved to get up, but my hands gripped her in place. I shook my head and gave her a determined look. My fingers went to work.
    “We don’t have enough time,” she whispered and moaned as I zeroed in on her engorged clit.
    “You’re almost there.” Adding the pressure she always needed to climax, I circled with one finger before sliding my hand lower. Her hips tilted automatically, seeking and needing what we both wanted. I didn’t make her wait. My index and middle fingers plunged into her silky depths. If we had more time, I would have drawn it out, slipping one then another inside her. Her moan told me she didn’t mind my hastiness. I pumped into her with my hips.