Free All In: Raising the Stakes by Lane Hart Page A

His hands keep pushing on the cups of my bra, and when I raise my arms both pieces of clothing come off over my head.
    Joe's damp lips press kisses along my sternum then over to one of my breasts. His tongue snakes out and licks my nipple while he reaches down to undo my pants. A second later they’re being lowered. When I’m wearing nothing but my white cotton panties, Joe's mouth starts heading south, making me pant in anticipation.
    "Bikinis," he mutters against the sensitive skin around my belly button. "Fuckin' knew it. So damn sexy." He licks along the line of my waistband before tracing the hem on the inside of my thighs with his tongue. I feel his warm breath over the cloth at my entrance, making my body tremble with need. His nose and mouth tease me, placing kisses against the damp material until I’m pretty sure I might die before he touches my flesh.
    When his tongue snakes along the inside seam so, so close, I can’t take anymore. Too impatient to wait another second, I push my panties down my thighs and out of the way myself. My head falls back as I shout in gratitude when his tongue finally makes direct contact with my throbbing pussy. He begins a torturous rhythm, thrusting into me then quickly retreating, over and over again, fucking me so damn good with this tongue.
    "More," I moan desperately, my heels digging into the mattress as my back arches. "I need…I need more."
    Joe makes a sound of approval, then jerks my panties the rest of the way down my legs and off. Stretching out on his stomach, he slides his shoulders underneath my thighs and spreads me wide open like he’s settling in for an all-you-can-eat buffet.
    "Oh God, Joe. Yes !" I become lost in pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before. My hips rock toward his mouth, begging for more while my body shakes with wave after wave of ecstasy. On and on it goes, one earth shattering orgasm right after another. My whole body becomes drenched in sweat, and my arousal runs down the insides of my thighs.
    "Stop...please, stop. I-I can't take anymore," I beg Joe, squirming to get away from his grip. This is the first time I've ever experienced pleasure overload. When his mouth finally relents, I sigh, and sink limply down into the mattress, feeling happier and lighter than I have in a long, long time. My vibrator has nothing on Joe's tongue. Not even close.
    My eyes refuse to open, but I feel the mattress dip when Joe moves off the bed and heads into the bathroom. When he returns the bed shifts again as he lays down alongside me and rubs his warm palm over my stomach. The ticklish feeling on my overly sensitive skin makes me giggle and wiggle.
    "You're fun when you're drunk," Joe says, the first words he's spoken in a long time.
    "I'm not drunk," I say, unable to keep the satisfied smile off my face. "Well, only fuck drunk." I finally manage to squint one eye open to look at him.             
    "So you're saying you won't regret this is the morning?" he asks, his serious expression telling me he's genuinely concerned.
    When I finally open both eyes, Joe is hovering above me, so that I’m looking up into his beautiful blue ones. "No."
    He blows out a breath. "Good. I'm going to hold you to that."
    Unable to help myself, I reach up and run my fingers through the back of his thick, dark hair again. Joe's eyes close blissfully, and it’s impossible for me to resist him any longer. I lift my head off the mattress and cover his lips with mine. His arms wrap around me, flipping us until I’m on top of him. The hardness pressing into my stomach reminds me that while I'd gotten off so many times I'd lost count, he hasn't. I intend to remedy that immediately.
    I reach down and wrap my hand around Joe's thick, impressive length in his already open pants and begin stroking him while my tongue goes wild in his mouth. His hands grab both sides of my ass, grinding my body down on his in a simulation of sex.
    Joe groans as his hips come off the