Free Loving Ms. Wrong by Red Hot Publishing

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she’s tinier than I expected. Petite and yet not small. Just right.
“You really are stunning.”
    She reaches a hand between us and strokes me
through the thin layer of my boxers. “And you really are well
hung.”
    I laugh at her bold comment. “I’ve never had
any complaints.”
    She tries to slip into the front flap and I
move my hips to the side. “Not so fast, hot stuff. I want to know
what you’re feeling before we go further. This is supposed to be
about you and your re-awakening, not me rushing to the finish—which
is exactly what will happen the second you wrap that warm hand
around me.” I ease down next to her, calming my racing urge to
mount her like a untried youth. “Talk to me, Katrina.”
    A sigh of frustration escapes her, but she
answers readily enough. “I feel turned on beyond belief. My skin
alternates between hot and cold. I think my nipples are hard enough
to cut through my bra.” I smile at her words. “Take pity on me and
lick them, please?”
    “As you wish,” I say, drawing the pristine
white bra cup away. Her perky breasts are not more than a handful,
the hard cherry-colored tips pointing toward the ceiling. I lavish,
lick, and suck on one ’til she moans, then repeat the process on
the next.
    “Damn, that feels so good.” Her breath
hitches in her throat. “I never used to enjoy this part. Always
wondered why guys made such a big deal of breasts.”
    I draw one tight nipple harder, deeper into
my mouth, pulling the skin of her breast taut.
    “Oh… nice.”
    On a hunch, I bite down softly. Nipping her
tender skin with my teeth.
    “Oh! That was intense. Do it again.”
    I fully remove her bra and feast on her
breasts at my leisure. She’s squirming in place and urging me
further with her body’s encouragement. Slowly I move my attention
south, trailing wet kisses and gentle nips down her abdomen,
finding it hard to bite the firm skin of her stomach unless I open
my jaw wider.
    “Damn, girl,” I mumble against her belly
button. “A man could never let himself go soft when he’s with a
woman in this good of shape.”
    She gasps once and digs her fingers through
my hair. “W-who the hell wants to be with a guy who goes soft?
Would make sex kind of impossible.”
    I nip her flesh again and work my way
downward to her panties. “That’s not what I meant and you know
it.”
    Her hips rise off the bed, demanding in
their need. “Whatever. Oh my God. Take these off already.”
    I comply to my lover’s demands, removing the
last barrier to her sex in a flourish of movement. The dark hair of
her pussy is short, shaved completely off in some areas. “For a
woman who’s had no action in two years, you’re remarkably
well-kept.”
    She snorts at my observation. “I do it for
me. Not for a lover.”
    “Good to know,” I say as I trail one finger
down her cleft. Her breathing speeds up, her squirming, too. “Tell
me what you’re feeling. I want to know.”
    “Christ!” She throws her head back on the
mattress. “I’m feeling hot.” I dip one finger between her outer
lips. “I’m feeling wet. Oh God, I’m feeling like I want to ride
your hand until I scream.”
    I slowly slide inside her, the tight wet
walls surrounding my finger. The moistness spills out and I drag it
upward, hoping to find the tiny bundle of nerves at the top.
    “Oh… yes… that’s it. Please…”
    With a firm touch, I circle her clit, giving
the aroused flesh the attention it needs. Her hips follow my
movements, and soon the only sound is her breath panting into the
dim room. I decrease the pressure and increase the speed, teasing
the delicate area, drawing out her pleasure.
    “Tell me what you need, Katrina, and I’ll do
it.”
    “I…I don’t know. I just want to come.”
    I trace back down to her wet opening and
plunge my fingers inside, knowing full well she’ll need me working
her clit to come. After a few dozen strokes she’s creaming all over
my hand, wetter than I ever