Free Never Choose Flight (A Fighter Romance Novel) by Danielle Forte Page A

him. I grabbed hold of his hardness tightly, and started to move my hand up and down, watching his face as I did. Maintaining eye contact.
    I could tell what he liked. I could tell what he wanted more of. I could tell what he didn’t want too much of. All of this by just staring into his eyes while I tried different things. Little gasps for breath. Twitches in his leg muscles. Throbs. All of it guided me towards what exactly he wanted me to be doing with him.
    I got into a rhythm and he started to moan. That’s how good it felt. He couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t keep the noises of pleasure within - they were simply too powerful. And then I kicked it up a notch.
    Without breaking eye contact, I leaned my head forward. I wrapped my soft pink lips around the tip, making sure to let the saliva fall where it may. And then slowly, eye contact maintained, I began to bob up and down.
    I kept the same strategy that I’d used before. Watching carefully. Picking up every single hint that he dropped about what he liked. And after a bit of adaptation, I was only doing things that he liked. He liked it deep. He liked it fast. And I liked to give him what he wanted.
    I fell into a natural rhythm. Something that was as comfortable for me as it was pleasurable for him. And then I just watched him writhe in pleasure. Felt him throb. Tasted the drips that came out early - and savoured that flavor.
    The whole time all I could think of was how happy I was. Happy that I was in this position. Doing this not only for a man who I thought was incredibly beautiful - but a man who I was seeing. Dating. A man who wanted to try me out as his girlfriend.
    And a dangerous man. A strong man. A fighter. I’d never done this for anyone like him.
    You might think a manly man would be more conservative with his reactions. He would hide how he was truly feeling in a situation like this. But if Malcolm is any indication, that is exactly wrong. He was fully open with how everything made him feel. From his breath to his touch, he was not ashamed of how good it felt. And he wanted me to know, every step of the way.
    Eventually he started to throb with a fast enough rhythm that I was going to miss my chance. So I pulled back and stared at it again. Soaking wet. Slippery. As hard as the rest of his body.
    Then I stood up. I dropped my pants, and panties while he prepared himself. And I got back onto him - one leg on either side.
    Slowly I lowered myself onto him, and accepted him into me. He embedded himself deeply inside of me, pulling me open. I was fully ready for him - watching him enjoy what I was doing was more than enough to get me going as well.
    With my breasts still exposed, pressed right up near his face, I started to move. Nothing fancy. Nothing over the top. Just a basic rhythm that came to me from the primal part of my brain. The part with no goal other than pleasure and survival.
    It was too much, and I began to gasp with every rotation. I could hardly keep the rhythm steady with the wave of pleasure rolling through me, but I persevered. Up and down and up and down. I tried to concentrate on that, but my mind was continually torn away by the feelings it was causing me.
    He was feeling it too. The same sensation felt from the other side. His breath was deep, and over time it became sharp and fast. I could tell that he was trying to resist. Trying to prevent the inevitable. But I was not going to stop. I was not going to slow down. It was going to happen, whether he wanted it to or not.
    But I knew that he wanted it. I could feel it in him. I could hear it in his moans.
    Near the end I actually picked up the pace a bit. I wanted more. More of the same. More of that amazing feeling that it gave me. And I got exactly what I wanted.
    And then he went over. I felt his final climax throbbing inside of me throughout my entire being. Every square inch of my skin became ultra-sensitive. I could feel the air. I could feel my socks. I could feel his breath on