Free Fearless by Brynley Bush

inner thigh, alternately nipping the sensitive skin and then soothing the small stings with his tongue and lips, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I gasp at the touch of his tongue circling my clitoris, relentlessly flicking and swirling around and around until I don’t think I can bear the intensity any longer. Tipping my head back, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on as I feel my body quicken. He tongues me insistently, granting me no reprieve until I can’t take anymore. With a cry I explode, the white hot rush of the orgasm blinding me in its intensity. My nerves, my body, and my soul are on fire.
    He gives me a minute to recover, raining small kisses up my belly before kissing me hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth so I can taste my own arousal. It’s intensely erotic. As we kiss, he pulls me to my feet and crushes me against him so I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. Suddenly, I want nothing more than the feel of him hard and full inside me, pushing me to my limits with his punishing thrusts.
    â€œI want you inside me,” I say. My voice sounds strangely hoarse.
    â€œI don’t have a condom,” he says.
    â€œIt’s okay. I’m on the pill. And I don’t have any diseases. I practice safe sex.” With a strangled laugh I add, “Actually, I practice no sex.”
    With a throaty chuckle, he says, “I’m clean too. Are you sure?”
    â€œYes,” I moan impatiently. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
    He kisses me hungrily then, his lips demanding all that I can give him.
    â€œPut your hands on the wall,” he says softly and I obey, turning toward the wall and placing my palms against the slick marble. His body presses up against me from behind, his hands sliding over my breasts, rolling and teasing my nipples until they’re hard points before traveling down to caress my mound, thrusting a finger inside me.
    â€œAh Emma,” he groans. “You are so wet for me. I love how you respond to me.”
    Grasping my wet hair in his hand, he pulls gently, forcing my head back until it rests on his shoulder.
    â€œI’m going to take you from behind,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
    His raw words are intoxicating and my breaths are coming out in hard, soft pants, the anticipation making me squirm with need. I brace my palms more firmly against the cold marble, needing the support it provides as my knees weaken.
    â€œSpread your legs,” he commands. I comply with a soft moan. He places a knee between my thighs, forcing my legs further apart.
    Slowly he eases into me, stretching me deliciously, and this time he seems even bigger, filling me more deeply. I groan as he moves his hips, circling inside me before thrusting deep into my core, making me gasp. I wiggle my hips against him. He pulls out slightly before driving back into me, making me cry out with pleasure as his cock hits my sweet spot. He continues the sweet torment, pulling out slightly and then gripping my hips as he plunges into me, increasing the rhythm until my body is wound tight, aching with the need for release.
    â€œI want you sore,” he murmurs in my ear. “I want you to think about me every time you move and remember how I feel inside you. I want you to think about how you feel with me buried inside you, and how you begged me to give you what you need.”
    â€œYes. Please, Beckett,” I cry raggedly. I am shameless. I will do anything if he will just make me come already!
    â€œPatience, little one,” he says, pulling out of me abruptly, and I almost cry with frustration. But then his hands are on my aching breasts and between my legs, torturing my sensitive silken nub, robbing me of all ability to think or speak. With one powerful stroke, he thrusts back into me and my body shudders from the exhilarating