Free Coming Attractions by Rosie Vanyon

scorching mouth hard
and without warning against her wet sex. His lips were apart and he sucked her
inside his mouth—the whole plump folded core of her—and his tongue probed
unerringly to her clitoris. The feel of his mouth was the most incredible pressure
she had ever experienced. The fast, sure flicking of his tongue inside the full
suckling of his lips almost drove her out of her mind. She had not known there
was pleasure like this to be had.
    Her whole body was flushed with
longing, her breath was growing irregular, and her pulse was breakdancing all
over the place. She could feel the tantalizing edges of orgasm fluttering
around the limits of her excitement. But she needed more. Something to tip her
over that exquisite, elusive precipice.
    “More...” she gasped, clutching at
his shoulders as he pressed his face between her thighs, maintaining her
pleasure. But even as she begged, she had no idea how he could deliver what she
needed. His ministrations were already utterly and deliciously absorbing.
    She clung to him, a single drop of
perspiration trickling between her engorged breasts as she gasped her need.
    “Please…” The word was thin and
strangled. She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for.
    He slid his right hand from her
buttocks around her hip and across her thigh. With nothing more than a gesture,
he commanded her thighs apart and, lost in a maelstrom of lust, she mindlessly acquiesced.
She felt utterly wanton standing before this man, legs spread while he thrilled
her with his talented mouth, his hand stroking relentlessly up and down her
thighs.
    His fingers traveled lightly,
teasingly, sometimes grazing the trimmed hair at her center, occasionally
brushing the fleshy entrance to her feminine core.
    She could barely catch her breath
now and she felt dizzy. Her throat was clamped shut and the razzle-dazzle of
dancing lights behind her eyelids told her she was close to losing consciousness.
She was no longer holding his shoulders for balance and encouragement. Instead,
her fingers dug into his skin for support, and as a desperate plea for him to
take her where she needed to go.
    “Please, Levi, please...”
    He didn’t hesitate. On the next
upstroke between her thighs, he drove his finger deep into her sex. Plunging
the digit once, twice, thrice into her soaked and scorching channel.
    And then she flew apart. The orgasm
rocketed through her like a searing star shower. There was no room for thought.
Her release was pure sensation, so intense it was almost painful, so complete
it was practically spiritual. The spasms rocked the depths of her very being
and even as they began to subside, she knew what Levi had given her was a gift
both precious and rare, and that the experience had changed her so profoundly
there was no return.
    Gently, lovingly, he helped her to
the bed, easing her quaking body down on the silken covers, sliding beside her
and gathering her in his arms. Slowly, as though from far, far away, she came
back to herself. First she noticed the warmth of his body in the cool air of
the room, the scuff his body hair against her smooth skin, the soothing glide
of his fingertips over her quivering arm and her hip. His heartbeat beneath her
ear was a perfect counterpoint to the rain thrumming against the window. His
breath tasted faintly of mint and wine and her own musk. Her breathing slowed
to match his lungs’ steady rhythm and her trembling began to abate.
    “You look beautiful there,” he
murmured against her hair. “Your golden hair spread all across the bed, your
skin glowing, your lips swollen...”
    His hands emphasized his words,
stroking her body more intently as he spoke. Of their own volition, her fingers
followed suit, trailing over his skin, mindlessly exploring the bulges and
hollows of his body. He shivered when her short fingernails skimmed his nipple,
gasped when she trailed her index finger down his hip toward the waistband of
his briefs.
    There was no mistaking his