Free Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) by Rebecca K. Watts Page B

body, arching her back and stomach in deep waves, until she had moved all the way down to the floor.
    With her ass facing him, she popped her back up and down, working to the rhythm of the music. Her ass bounced in unison. Sliding across the floor with her booty still bouncing, she made her way in front of him. Rising off her knees to a squatting position, she laid her head back in his lap and stroked his thighs with her hands.
    “Be still,” she whispered.
    Mercedes did a backwards flip onto the ottoman, landing with her legs around his, her crotch in front of his mouth. She did a few forward thrusts with her hips, then slid down his body, back to the floor.
    “ Mi piace . I like.” He adjusted in his seat.
    “I’m just getting warmed up.” Mercedes stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart as she unlaced the strings of her dress. Once it was undone, she let it fall to the floor. Bending over slowly, she picked up the dress and rubbed it across Antonio’s body, taunting him. Tossing it to the side, she straddled his lap. She rotated her hips, riding him slowly.
    Hardness pressed against her.
    “Mm,” she moaned, continuing her cowgirl assault.
    “Emily…I can’t.” He placed his hands on her waist and tried moving her.
    “The name’s Mercedes.” Her eyes looked on his. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she leaned her head back and gyrated on him.
    The look on Antonio’s face—pleasure, pure unadulterated pleasure. Her hips slowed to a crawl, and she stopped before he could climax. Mercedes pushed off him and stood over him with one leg on each side of his. She rocked her hips side to side while playing with her breasts.
    His eyes were trained on her. In a swift motion, she lifted one leg, then the other, and removed her black lace thong, revealing her shaved glory. Taking one finger in her mouth, she sucked it, making it wet before guiding her hand down.
    Antonio swallowed hard.
    Mercedes continued down to her precious jewel. Spreading her vaginal lips, she fingered her bud until she was moist.
    “ Così bella .” He licked his lips and leaned forward, sniffing her. “So beautiful.”
    Antonio gripped her butt cheeks and pulled her down on his face. His tongue flicked her clit. Her bud hardened to his touch. Licks turned to suckling.
    “Oh my.” Mercedes ground her body on his tongue.
    Using her foot, she massaged his crotch. His dick stretched the confines of his slacks. She moved her leg to the side, allowing him to fumble with his belt and loosen it. Mercedes pushed his hands out the way and slid her hand down his pants. She found her prize and freed it. Wrapping her hands around him, she stroked his dick up and down.
    Antonio pushed his pants and boxers down far enough to kick them off the rest of the way. Changing position, he laid her down on the ottoman and removed his shirt. Mercedes marveled at his chiseled chest. She kissed and sucked his nipples as he licked along her neck. Her body tingled with pleasure.
    He brought his mouth to hers, running his tongue against the rim of her lip. Her mouth opened, and it slipped inside. Their tongues danced while his hands explored the curves of her body.
    “Tell me you want me,” she said, gasping for air.
    “Desidero che voi siate miei.”
    Never had she heard words of passion spoken so eloquently, even if in another language. Her body yearned for him. “Then take me.”
    Gently, he entered her moisture-filled walls, giving her what she had been waiting for. Pumping back with a fever of her own, Mercedes matched Antonio’s deep strokes. Years of reading romance novels couldn’t prepare her for energy she felt between them. He was gentle, yet full of power, and her body welcomed him.
    She wrapped her legs around him, granting him full access. Sweat soaked their bodies. Mercedes gripped the edge of the ottoman and arched her body as he moved deep within.
    Antonio pulled out and rolled her over. He placed an arm under her stomach, lifting