Free Inhibition-X by Bobbi Romans Page B

their tongues met, she grew lightheaded and saw fireworks.
    He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
    “Are you willing to let go and give in to desire?” he whispered into her ear. The heat of his breath raised goose bumps across her skin. “Are you willing to be mine, in every way possible, for the evening?”
    She nodded, and he surprised her by turning her around until her back rested against his chest.
    “No. I want to hear you say so,” he demanded. “During every step of our time together, I want to know you’re with me. One hundred percent.”
    “Yes.” Her voice was barely audible, but when he snaked his hands around her body to her breasts, her doubts about whether she’d spoken loud enough fled.
    “There will only be the two of us. No other players.” His voice turned to steel with this statement.
    “Yes,” she agreed.
    “Nothing tonight will include pain. Only pleasure. However, if you become uncomfortable, you need only say so. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.” Relief washed over her. Yes, she wanted to explore some sexual boundaries, but being with someone she really didn’t know, already did.
    He captured her tits in his large palms and gave them a firm squeeze. Gently at first, but soon strength appeared behind the massage. She sighed and let her head fall back against his chest. When she did, he moved one hand to the slit in her dress. Since the opening stopped between her thighs, he found easy access. Her thong was no match for the prying fingers exploring her southern region.
    One jerk and her panties went flying, and she didn’t care in the slightest. Not with the magic those fingers of his created. A long swipe though her wet folds teased, but when they returned to work little circles over her clit, her knees nearly buckled beneath her. Her pirate was savvy all right, as he yanked her back against him and anchored her in place.
    Her breath grew ragged as those wicked fingers of his swirled, plucked, and dipped, all while she damn near collapsed against him. His firm body was her bed at the moment, as something large and hard prodded her bottom in a promise of sorts that her night was only beginning.
    She felt him still suddenly. His breathing against her ear sounded ragged, and the way he rested his forehead against the top of her head gave her pause something had changed.
    “Maybe we should—”
    “Oh God don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She’d long crossed the bridge of no return. He sighed. Whether from relief she wanted to continue or for some other reason, she didn’t know.
    “Then let go. Give me all of yourself,” he encouraged.
    His five o’clock shadow scraped her cheek as he leaned forward to suck on her neck. The long, hard draws would leave marks she hadn’t had since high school. Each pull from his mouth caused her pussy to clench with the need to be filled.
    Tingles began at every point and juncture in her body, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the attempt was futile. The budding orgasm exploded with no hope of holding the massive beast back.
    “God yes, harder please now more, oh yes!” she screamed as his fingers dove deeper and moved harder. His hips rocked in time with them, so his erection poked her clit as his fingers delved. Perfection in its most primal state.
    When she began to come down from the high, he scooped her in his arms and carried her toward the strange bed. Prepared to be tossed into it, she was thrown off kilter when he set her back on her feet just shy of the bed. When he began to undo the zipper of her dress, a sudden apprehension shot through her. Not about the tape holding her breasts high, but rather the truth behind sleeping with a stranger. Instinct drove her hands up to hold her dress in place.
    “No. Don’t freeze up now,” he urged.
    “How d-d-did you guess?” she stuttered, stunned at how perceptive he’d been.
    “Your body tensed up when my hands brushed across your shoulders. Don’t shy