Free Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse Page B

trying to remember every inch of my body, so he could call it to mind at any moment, and that excited me.
    “Oh, baby, where’d you get this bruise?” He gently stroked it then kissed gently over that betraying mark. I felt my cheeks flare with heat and I was glad he wasn’t looking at my face as I knew guilt was written all over it.
    “I don’t know.” I shrugged as far as I could with my arms stretched above my head. I could have moved them down, it just hadn’t crossed my mind to do so. “I guess I must have bumped it at work last night. It was completely manic.”
    “I’ll kiss it all better.” His voice reverberated over my skin as he kept his promise. He continued lower, skipped over the one place I wanted him to stay and linger, and took his time licking and kissing every inch of each leg. I tried so hard to guide his mouth to my clit. I bumped my hips up and down, strained high to get him to give me some relief, but he didn’t. Not until he was ready.
    I wasn’t sure how he managed to lie so flat along the bed with the hard-on I knew was crushed inside his trousers. How he controlled himself so long at all I didn’t understand. I was on the brink of losing it and still, apart from the ragged breathing and the soft moans of delight, he seemed to be unmoved.
    He sank down between my thighs and I wantonly held myself open for him. I showed him my desire and hoped beyond hope that he’d satisfy my craving.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, stroking my wet lips without touching my clit. “So pink and ripe and juicy. I just want to eat you all up.”
    “Please do,” I begged. “Please, oh please…”
    When his tongue swept along my pussy I thought I was going to explode with happiness. He held my thighs wide with his hands and licked and swirled his tongue over me until I writhed and screamed out his name.
    “Greg, oh fuck, Greg,” I moaned. My hands were still held above my head in surrender as surely as if they’d been tied there. Greg wanted them there so there they stayed. I was laid out for him, a sacrifice to his pleasure.
    “Come for me.” He broke contact with me and gasped, “Come for me, Kerry.” Then he concentrated his mouth on my clit. He sucked and licked in rhythm until I couldn’t help but give him what he wanted. A great flooding rush of an orgasm ripped me apart. Tears wetted my cheeks as the pleasure tore through me. I was completely awash with lust and something deeper than that, something that if I acknowledged it would scare me half to death.
    “Fuck, I want you.” He cursed and scrambled up between my thighs. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. I smiled weakly, too languorous to do anything with any real vigour. He returned the smile but there was something in his gaze that unsettled me—it was the first time I’d seen him truly undone in all the time we’d spent together.
    He leant forward and cupped my face in his hand and stroked away the tear that had dampened my cheek. His smile lengthened. I turned my head and kissed his thumb tip then. As I enveloped it with my mouth he closed his eyes and moaned with deep desire.
    Pulling his thumb from between my lips with a pop, he set to undoing his pants and pushing them down his legs. He took a foil packet from the pocket and sheathed his hard, long erection before covering me completely with his body and pressing into me.
    He was slow and gentle at first. My walls contracted around him as he slid deeper into my wet heat and when he moved I wrapped my legs around him and encouraged him deeper and deeper still with each thrust. From coiled control he turned into hammering desire, falling completely into the thrall of his lust as he sated himself on my body. Finally my bound hands fell down from their position above my neck to link around the back of his neck. I felt completely connected to him as he climbed closer to the brink of climax.
    I watched when he came. His face screwed up in concentration and