Free All He Desires: The Invitation (#1) by Erin Lark Page B

torture, I decided, coolly moving my hand from the counter to tease my clit.
    My spine straightened from the sudden, albeit brief contact. His hand was on mine within seconds, correcting my posture and denying me any further pleasure unless he did it himself.
    “None of that.” His breath drifted past my ear as he nipped at my neck. “You know that isn’t how I like to play.”
    I groaned as a chill ran down my spine, causing my hairs to stand on end and my breasts to peak. My feet itched, willing me to move, to spread my legs just a little more. But that wasn’t how our arrangement worked. Be good, and he’ll treat you well .
    I pressed into him like I’d done so many times before, gently bucking against his legs and the hard shaft that waited there. “Please,” I whimpered, gripping the counter so hard I was sure the tips of my fingers might bleed.
    “A little needy today, aren’t we?” he asked.
    “Mmm.”
    He took his hand from mine so he could hug both his arms around my middle. Like a skilled dancer, he pressed a knee between the backs of my legs, prying them apart with little force. His hands crept down past my belly button to the sea of curls below. His fingers moved searchingly, feeding off every moan that rode on my breath, every quiver my muscles made. It was torture in the best sense of the word.
    He paused, pulling me in against his rigid frame, his hands hovering just above my clit. I went to press forward, to make contact with his soft touch, but his elbows resting on my hips held me in place. By now, I didn’t doubt he knew the subtle sway of my hips was involuntary, but he always made sure to keep them as still as he could.
    He was in control. He always is. And so long as he kissed me—so long as he touched my clit just like that—I was more than happy to give it to him.
    His fingertips circled my clit as he bit at my neck. I moaned. Rocked my hips as my head fell back against his shoulder.
    “Like that?”
    He knew I did. I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. All I did was feel. His lips under my ear. One hand teasing the inside of my thigh while the other did the same to my clit. Fuck, I needed him. Wanted him. And he didn’t move nearly as fast as I would’ve liked.
    I swallowed hard. Tried to open my eyes. When that didn’t work, I somehow managed to take a breath. I was still breathing. Barely. It was enough. I was alive, and this…this was very real.
    I whimpered when the fingers on my clit parted my pussy lips. By now I was shaking more than before. My teeth chattered. I clenched my jaws to keep them still. His finger moved again, gently slipping inside.
    “Oh God…”
    “That isn’t my name,” he almost growled, pressing his palm to my clit as he thrust his finger even deeper.
    “That’s because you hav—”
    You haven’t told me. He’d stolen the words from my lips.
    “You’re very wet,” he trilled, refusing to remove either of his hands from my body.
    I thought I'd melt right then. My toes curled as small white specks flew outside my peripheral vision. If he kept going the way he was, I’d lose it—with or without him.
    “You ready?”
    Oh God, yes. I didn’t answer, and I didn’t have to. He could read my body the same way I could read his own. Even if we had all the time in the world instead of half an hour each day, he knew.
    We separated, and he made quick use of a condom before placing a hand on my hip. Dizzy and disoriented, I forced myself to stand upright. I drew in a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs, holding it there.
    My partner swayed his hips to one side, then the other, positioning myself as he bent his knees. Using his upper body strength, he hoisted me up into the air, before gently lowering me back down against his hips. I wrapped one arm behind me, grabbing at his back for support as my other hand thrust downward, searching the air beneath me for the pleasure he promised to give.
    I allowed my fingertips to glide over the top of