Free Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse Page A

sounded a bit crazy stalkerish.
    “Brilliant, it seems we’re completely in sync, because every time I see you I want you to do nasty things to me and with me. On top of me and under me. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
    He kissed me. His hand slid down my throat and rested on my breast as our lips ravaged each other, our tongues pressed forward and each sought dominance. Lust took over and thought and words became unnecessary. The brief covering I’d just put on he pulled off in a second and he pushed me down onto the bed before I could protest or even attempt to pull his top off. He pushed me over onto the centre of the bed and joined me there.
    He was fully clothed and I felt the scratch of his clothes like a frustrating barrier between us. He kissed along my neck and collarbone and I brought my hands round to try to wrestle him out of his top.
    “Stop it,” he commanded. “You’re distracting me.”
    “But I want you naked,” I blurted. “I’m naked, it’s not fair.”
    “I like it this way,” he said. “Now hush and let me kiss you all over.”
    I let my hands fall back above my head and he continued kissing a trail along my body. I writhed beneath him, his lips soft and hot dragging lust up from my core to suffuse every last cell in my body. I wasn’t thinking, so when he captured my aching left nipple between his teeth, I brought my arms down from over my head and bunched my fingers up in the pristine white of his T-shirt.
    “What did I tell you?” he growled and most disappointingly stopped kissing me.
    “Erm…” I strived to remember but my mind was blank. All I could think about was how much I wanted him.
    “You really are a naughty, naughty thing.” He shook his head then winked. His smile could only have been described as sardonic as he reached down to the floor and picked up my lingerie.
    “Put your hands up.”
    “Is this a stick-up?” I giggled, unable to resist the pun.
    “Yes, can’t you feel my concealed weapon?” He pushed his crotch down on mine and I could feel how hard he was in there. I gulped.
    “Okay, mister, I’ll come quietly, don’t hurt me.” I lifted my hands above my head and played along.
    “Very good, but I’m pretty certain you’ll come loudly, young lady.” He grinned and tied my wrists together with the wisp of silk that had covered me moments earlier. I lay there, completely open to him, unable to cover myself from his sight, unable to touch him, to stop him. I was completely at his mercy.
    I had never been so wet and ready in my whole life before.
    “Same rules as last time,” he whispered as he moved in to kiss my earlobe. “Just yell ‘Diamonds’ if I do anything you want to stop.”
    I nodded and he continued to kiss down my neck. His clothes-covered body scraped sensuously over my sensitised skin when he got back to the business of kissing me all over. And he meant all over. Under my arms, my elbows and my fingers all felt the caress of his lips. My neck, throat and collarbone, the flat of my chest and the hillocks of my breasts were all covered with kisses and nibbles as his hard, heavy body pressed against me and teased me without giving any satisfaction whatsoever.
    I was a slave to his whim and I swore I would come if he just breathed on my clit, I was so wound up. It was wonderful. No one had ever taken such time to tease and arouse me. He nibbled my nipples and sucked each one until I sobbed and crooned his name.
    And still he meticulously kissed lower. He didn’t rush over my stomach, he tickled my belly button and ran his hands over the soft swell. His lips followed and as he sank lower a gentle moan escaped his lips and caressed my flesh.
    I was sure he could smell my arousal. He worshipped every little freckle and traced the faint stretch marks that I hate with his fingers. He showed no repulsion when he kissed them and I felt a blossom of something warm and tender in my chest when he stroked and soothed me. It was like he was