Free LusitanianStud by Francesca St. Claire

eyes, relishing his hands
loving my breasts.
    His hands moved to my shoulders and he kissed me again.
    It started out slow, a soft, light kiss, just the joining of
lips. Then he pressed a little more and I tugged him tighter, my arms closing
around his waist. His tongue swept my lower lip, then he nibbled it. I inched a
little closer, my hands moving up his back, his trailing up my neck to the back
of my head.
    “You’ve got the most beautiful lips,” he said with almost
religious fervor, his thumb slowly contouring them, and I relaxed my jaw and
they fell open.
    His roving gaze paused over my mouth and he let out a low
groan. “Jesus, Sarah, how do you do it?”
    Huh? “Do what?” I asked, puzzled.
    He gave a short chuckle in response. “You still don’t get
it, do you?” Confounded by his words, I just stared back at him, waiting for
him to explain further. “Everything about you turns me on.”
    Bolts of electric heat raced through my body, converging
between my legs, soaking the little strip of cloth still covering my pussy as
an overwhelming rush of love swelled in my chest.
    “The flip of your hair, the sway of your hips, the biting of
your lower lip when you’re thinking hard, your teasing look, your lazy smile,
your happy smile—any of your smiles—bloody hell, I’m mad about you!”
    I shuddered and laughed with joy when lifted high in the
air. Then he placed me in the middle of the bed before joining me there. “So I’m
better for you than ice cream and a hot bath, is that right?” he teased before
resuming the kissing.
    This time our mouths opened in simultaneous accord, and he
thrust his tongue, stroking, sucking mine hard, bringing us to a state of arousal
so high it could only be satisfied by an immediate release.
    I reached for him and guided him to my moist entrance. I
breathed hard, quivering with anticipation.
    He plunged inside me. “Oh Jesus,” we groaned together.
    I couldn’t think. The feeling of him stroking me as he sank
deeper and deeper into my tight, slick channel was indescribable. I closed my
eyes, my thighs circling his waist, my fingers kneading and clawing the skin
and muscles of his back as he ground hard to get deeper.
    “Oh God, Diogo, I love you,” I said in a rush of breath and
pressed my pelvis farther into his.
    He buried his face in my neck, his warm breath and moist
lips on my soft spot, and I began to spasm, my hot insides flooding us as he
grounded and pulled back, grounded and pulled back until he brought us to the
edge. One more plunge and he began to shudder. Oh dear God . A wave hit
me, then another, and another and another. I thought it was never going to
stop. My ears began to ring and then everything went black. When I surfaced
again Diogo was panting heavily, his full body weight on me. I kissed his
shoulder, then let my arms and legs slide off him. I was drained, lightheaded
and completely sated.
    “I’ll move in a minute,” he mumbled.
    I smiled and closed my eyes. “No rush, I’m not going
anywhere.”
    Not going anywhere. Staying right here with you…forever.
    Lulled by this thought, I slipped into a deep sleep.
     
    The End
     

About Francesca St. Claire
     
    I was born on a ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean. This
unique event set the scene for an exciting life of romance and adventure, basic
ingredients for my sexy short stories.
    After having experienced life in six different countries,
I'm currently living in southern Europe with my incredibly supportive husband,
1 of our 5 children, and my beloved 14 years old cocker spaniel.
    When not writing, I enjoy watching period BBC series,
trekking and baking for myappreciative family and friends.
    As a new author with three books published in my first year,
and two more to be released in the next six months I'm grateful to my
publishers for having believed in me, and to readers and critiques for giving
me the incentive to continue to write.
     
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