Free No strings attached by Alison Kent Page B

she longed to look down, to get a full view of what her fingers had brushed against. Thatbrief contact eloquently spoke to the state of his arousal.
    And she was no less aware and aching. Her panties were damp, her sex awash in a cream warmer than the topping spread across Eric’s chest. But she wanted to wait and wonder. To prolong the excitement, making it hard to breathe.
    Scooping up a glob of topping with one finger, she painted one well-defined pectoral white. And then she leaned forward, touched her tongue to his nipple, swirling through the sweet mess to find the sensitive disk. Eric shuddered, a tremor that ran the length of his body. Chloe knew she’d hit her mark.
    Blindly she reached into the colander for another strawberry and teased the flat male nipple with the tip of the fruit. She squiggled her edible toy through the melting mess of chocolate and cream, drawing a line down the center of Eric’s belly, circling his navel.
    When she opened her lips over his breastbone, she was the one who was trembling, her breasts swollen and aching, her nipples hard peaks inside her jersey and bra, begging for the touch of Eric’s hands. All she had to do was ask, but she wasn’t finished with his pleasure.
    She kissed her way down his midsection, lapping at chocolate and spots of cream that had slithered down his torso. She dropped to her knees then, sent her tongue chasing the strawberry in and out and around his navel as the head of his cock thrust upward into her chin.
    She nibbled lower, nipping at the skin above his thatch of dark hair and moving her hands to his hips and behind to his buttocks, squeezing that solid muscle while she continued to feast, slipping her fingersdeeper into the crevice between his legs, her lips drifting lower, blowing warm breath against the skin above his jutting shaft.
    The wait was making her crazy, making Eric crazier still. He moved his hands to her head, flexed his fingers in her hair and pretended to be patient while subtly maneuvering her mouth into position.
    As if she needed instruction. She knew quite well how to make love to a man, whether using her body or her mouth. Still, very few had enjoyed her oral talents. This particular intimacy was one she saved for the rare man with whom she shared a connection beyond the ordinary.
    What that said about her feelings for Eric she wasn’t yet ready to examine, even as she took him fully into her mouth.
    Eric pulled in a sharp whistling breath and held his thighs rigid. His hands returned to the counter edge for support. He uncrossed his ankles and braced both feet flat on the floor. And still his body shuddered.
    Now that Chloe had him where she wanted him, his legs far enough apart for her to get her hand between, she reached back to cup the sac of his balls and hold them down and away from his body. She wanted to take her time. She wanted Eric to take his pleasure, but only when she was ready.
    With long strokes of her tongue, she measured the underside of his shaft, concentrating her attention around the ridge of his glans. She took him into her mouth, from tip to base, holding her lips in a firm O as she pulled back slowly over the head until he popped free.
    A tremor ran through his body. She felt it in the hand between his legs and in the one wrapped aroundthe base of his shaft. She glanced up briefly, long enough to get a look at his closed eyes, his raised chin and his head, pressed back against the door of the cabinet behind. He blew choppy breaths out through his mouth, and Chloe sensed his slipping control.
    And so she let her fingers roam, releasing his sac to play between his legs and explore the places she loved to explore. And he let her, his body taut, his legs stiff, his penis so hard it had to cause a pleasurable pain. How could skin that soft stretch to cover such an enormously hard swell?
    A swell that mirrored the one pressing with a vengeance in the region of her heart. Her heart, which wasn’t supposed to