Free His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace Page B

to
lapse...or lie.”

She swallowed hard. Her knees were still weak, the
muscles in her legs trembled as she shifted her weight. She was only vaguely
aware that she was still naked. What once would've been cause for her to blush
now seemed tame in comparison to what she'd just been through.

“I keep a few things in here, but the majority of
my...toys.” He paused to choose a word. “Are in a different room.” He threaded
his fingers through hers. “Come with me.”

Refusal never crossed her mind. She obediently
followed him down the hallway to a door.
    ***
    Courtney could hear the steady beating of his heart
beneath her ear, feel his deep rhythmic breathing. Her head rose and fell with
his chest, his skin softer beneath her cheek than she'd have thought possible.
She'd touched him before, of course, but after this night, somehow she thought
he would feel different, as if his physical being would've altered with her
shift in perspective.

She wasn't sure if Vance was awake; she didn't look
to see. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She didn't want to talk to him. Her
head was already a mess and conversation would probably just make things more
difficult.

Her feelings about what had transpired in the last
few hours were mixed and she couldn't determine which was dominant. While it
was happening, she'd felt as if she'd been in a bubble, as if everything
outside of this house had disappeared. It was only her and Vance. Nothing else
in the world existed but them and what their bodies did to and for each other.
She didn't know when it had started, if she'd already been lost when he had
arrived or if it had been when she hadn't stopped him from using his belt. Had
she given in the moment she stepped foot inside the house or not until she
followed him into the basement? She didn't know, and that not knowing bothered
her more than the actual experience.

Then there were the physical consequences. Her entire
body ached and pulsed like one giant bruise. Even now, she couldn't breathe or
shift without a twinge and she didn't want to think about how stiff and sore
she'd be in the morning. Her pussy felt raw and the mere thought of another
orgasm made her want to whimper. She'd never experienced that many climaxes in
a single month, let alone a day. In a space of one night, Vance had changed
everything. This wasn't some theoretical “follow the rules or be punished” scenarios.
He'd actually followed through. There were very real consequences that she
wasn't likely to forget any time soon.

Courtney flattened her hand on Vance's stomach. A
part of her wanted to slide it lower, slip beneath the blanket and grip his
cock, marvel in the feel of it swelling beneath her touch. The velvet skin
stretching to accommodate the growing steel beneath. She would stroke him from
base to crown with firm, even movements designed to bring him to the edge as
quickly as possible. One final twist would be all that was needed for him to
spill over her hand, his seed warm and sticky on her skin.

But another part of her, growing louder all the time,
wanted to know what she was doing, lying here with this man who had just put
her through one of the most grueling nights she'd ever experienced, caused her
pain and confusion, made her question everything she'd ever believed in.
Granted, the pleasure had been outrageous as well, but was any amount of
pleasure worth what she'd gone through to get it?

She had no idea what she was going to do.
    ****
    Yesterday, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about
Courtney all day, imagining her sitting on his couch, legs spread wide, fingers
in her pussy, rubbing her clit. He'd been hard from the moment he'd given her
the instructions, and the drive home from work wasn't helping. At every stop
sign or light, images flashed through his mind, at one point nearly making him
miss the change to green.

Courtney's head fell back against the couch, her
ash blond hair fanning out across the blue-gray material. Her