Free Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Fiona Blackthorne Page A

he would get rid of all of her ugly, utilitarian bras and replace them with lacy, little things that showed off her soft mounds and let her nipples peek through the sheerness.
    He had to touch her, to tease her with his mouth and hands. Without waiting, he deftly unhooked her bra and stripped it off her, leaving her bare from the waist up. He heard her gasp, but it held equal measures of desire and surprise. Careful of his strength so as not to hurt her, he pulled her up on him so that he could suckle and tease her breasts. Oh, they were soft and perfect! Round with just a little weight to them, enough to fit in his hands, and with delicate little pink nipples and aureoles.
    He flicked his tongue against one nipple, his cock flexing painfully at her groan of pleasure. With his hand, he began to flick, pinch, and tease the other nipple as he suckled her. Her little gasps and cries instinctively told him as she was approaching her climax, and he stopped. She wasn’t going to get off so easily. Literally. He vowed that every time he touched her, he would bring her to the most amazing orgasm he could. Nothing quick or halfhearted for her. Ava deserved the best he could give her, every time. Someday, she’d be able to take everything he could give her, the awakening of a darker, deeper side of her sexuality.
    She was so light in his hands as he picked her up and laid her back against the sofa. He looked into her eyes to see them heavy with desire, her kiss-swollen lips parted slightly. God, she was beautiful! She was his. Whether she knew it yet or not, she belonged to him, and to his brothers, forever now.
    The thought filled him with a fierce happiness and desire he had never known before. Desire he had known plenty, seeking pleasure for all his needs with girls who liked it rough, who liked it kinky and getting submissive. This was different because this was Ava.
    He pulled off her jeans and socks, and instantly in his eyes, she went from half-naked graduate student to a bare, beautiful wood nymph with dark hair and eyes that promised mystery and pleasure.
    “Oh, love,” he breathed, “you are so beautiful.”
    She didn’t say anything, but a small, sweet smile played on her lips. He picked her up and laid her upon the bearskin rug where there would be room for them both. He got rid of the rest of his clothes and gently covered her body with his.
    Every inch of his skin seemed electrified by contact with her. His cock was hard and swollen now, demanding her, needing her. He kissed her lips and pressed his body to hers, careful not to crush her. He growled, unable to control himself when she writhed against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and her hips bucking up against him.
    He held himself up, propped on one elbow as he used his other hand to part her folds and find her nub. She gasped and arched her back as he began to gently stroke it. He marveled at how such a tiny, soft little point that he could roll between his fingers could produce so much pleasure. Ava’s wild movements and cries called forth the animal inside him, and he finally let himself thrust into her.
    He thought he would explode in that moment. She was so tight, so hot, so wet. Her pussy was clenching around him, pulling him in, making demands. His mind blanked, and all he knew was that she was wrapping her soft, slender legs around his hips as he began to thrust in and out of her. Her arms came around his torso, and the feeling of her hands running down his back was a sweet madness he could hardly bear. Her fingertips were soft against his skin. She was soft against his skin. She was everything.
    All he could do now was continue to stroke her as he feasted on her lips and her nipples, thrusting into her over and over, feeling the waves of pressure building toward his own release. Her gasps and cries grew tighter and more insistent, and he knew she was near. He pressed his fingers down in a firm, long, slow stroke over her clit, and she