Free Sweet Backlash by Violet Heart Page A

imitated the movements, cascading them
into a devouring frenzy.
    Her own desire scared her. She broke
the kiss.
    But he wouldn't let her go. He lifted
his head off the bed, curled within the restrains of his bindings
and rolled, forcing her on her back. A strangled cry of pleasure
bubbled from his chest and tore from his throat, and she knew her
perineum knots had done their work. She gasped as his shoulder
pinned hers to the mattress and one of his knees landed between her
thighs. His warmth covering her like an electric blanket in winter,
he eased his weight against her. In her hand still holding his
cock, he began to lengthen and grow firm.
    She expected another assault similar
to the one he inflicted the night before, but he came down slowly,
his eyes never leaving hers until their lips met once more. She
caressed her thumb along the top of his penis, and it grew more
while he inhaled a sharp breath through his nostrils. Ruling the
kiss, he slanted over her mouth, this way and that, demanding a
response she too willingly gave. His mouth came down on hers, again
and again, with gentle insistence and assertiveness. He knew what
he wanted, and he meant business.
    Her eyelids fluttered closed when he
left her lips to graze her cheek with his jaw. The beard stubble
sent shockwaves of awareness along her nerves. He leaned closer and
dipped his head to run the rough texture along the underside of her
ear and down her neck.
    A jolt of lightening heat raced ahead
of his course, into her chest to leave her breasts heavy and hot.
The electricity forged a path from each nipple to a meeting spot
above her bellybutton, where it joined with double the strength and
slammed into her womb with a force that left her breathless. Her
core quivered with need, and the lips of her pussy swelled with
prickly pressure.
    Not able to stand the throb that
increased in insistence with every beat of her heart, she reached
down and stroked the turgid tissues to get relief. Chip raised his
head and glanced past his shoulder. Groaning, he looked into her
eyes. Fire burned in his dilated pupils. With a hunger that matched
her own, he captured her lips and pressed with urgency, his penis
now fully erect and throbbing in her hand.
    She lowered her lids and opened her
mouth to him, letting her knees fall to each side to give her
fingers better access. Her juices flowing over her rhythmic
fingers, Melony welcomed Chip's thrusting tongue. Excitement swept
her into an incomparable sea of sensation.
    He still tasted a bit like
strawberries and coffee, but mostly sweet, clean mint slid over her
taste buds. His questing tongue, smooth and hot, skimmed the roof
of her mouth, ran along the backside of her smile, then engaged her
in a sensual duel she eagerly joined. The duel turned to a dance,
and she matched his pace with her fingers' movements along her
folds.
    He took her tongue between his lips
and sucked. A sharpness stabbed the top of her slit, and she
touched a fingertip to the spot to find her clit hard and jutting
to a point, like a rosebud. He sucked again. She grazed her finger
over the tip of the nub. Pinpoints of light exploded behind her
lids, and she began a spiral upward. Starting a new beat, he sucked
in time to the throb of his cock in her hand, and she matched it
with her fingers gently gliding in a plucking motion up her
rosebud. In no time, she spun into release, arching and clinging to
the ropes that wrapped around his waist.
    When she returned to her senses, she
found Chip watching her with a bemused smirk. In her hand, his dick
still pulsed. "How are your hands?" she whispered, unable to
achieve greater volume.
    "Wanting to be on your stunning tits,"
he said with a grin.
    He joked—a good sign he maintained an
acceptable comfort level. In that case, she had one last
exploration before she removed his bonds. Smiling, she shoved at
his shoulder and rolled him to his back.
    "Are we finished?" he
asked.
    Melony swung her legs off the bed and
went