Free Wild For Mr. Wrong by Virna De Paul Page A

it dangling as she pushed down her pants, taking her underwear with them.  Then she fell to her knees in front of him and began working at the zipper of his pants.  
    He hissed in a breath as her fingers brushed against him, making him swell to almost ridiculous proportions.  “Wait.  Bryn, you can’t--”
    “ Of course I can.  I’ve been crazy not to.”  She looked up at him, her expression determined, her mouth so close that he could feel her breath caressing him though his clothes.  With a tug, she yanked down his pants and briefs, exposing his turgid length to her devouring gaze.
    Tremors coursed through him as he waited.  
    Thankfully, she didn’t make him wait long, but neither did she take him in her hand the way he was expecting.  
    Instead, she leaned forward and placed a prolonged, open-mouthed kiss against the tip of him.  His fingers tangled in her hair.  Logic and caution disintegrated.  There was something important they needed to talk about.  Something huge that had happened in his life.  But right now, he couldn’t remember.  Right now, the only thing in his world was Bryn.
    He gasped when she drew him deeper, the heat of her mouth enveloping him in pleasure, a pleasure that merely intensified when she gripped his buttocks and he felt the sting of her nails.
    It was good.  So good.  But it wasn’t enough.  He wanted her.  He wanted inside her.  He wanted the solace she was offering him, but more than that, he wanted to follow her lead and use his body to show her how much she’d come to mean to him.  
    Gently, he pulled away from her mouth, ignoring her protests.  He rid himself of his shirt and her of her bra.  Falling to his knees beside her, he hooked an arm around her waist, dipped her backwards, and lowered his head.  He took a moment to kiss the tattoo on the curve of her breast.  Then he suckled one nipple while he tugged at the other.  She moaned, pulling him closer and widening her thighs when he brushed his fingers against the vulnerable folds between them.  She drenched him with her desire and he rubbed at her clit before plunging two thick fingers inside her.  She was incredibly tight, causing him to grimace as he imagined sinking his entire length into her moist depths.  
    “ I want more, Daniel,” she gasped.  “I want you.  Please.”
    Guided by her hands and demands for satisfaction, he laid her back on the carpet and adjusted their position until the tip of him brushed against her core, then slipped a few inches inside.  His entry was eased by her slickness but her body still quivered at his intrusion, all her tiny feminine muscles clamping around him like a thousand fists.  
     “ More.  I want all of you,” she moaned.
    He gave her what she wanted, plunging himself into her with a heavy thrust.  Her eyes widened and she moaned with sheer pleasure.
    “ Oh God, Bryn,” he choked out.  Unable to help himself, he pulled back and then thrust forward again.  Pumping steadily, he stared down at her, memorizing the subtle ways her expression changed depending on how fast he thrust or how deep.  He kept going even after she reached her peak, driving her to another one and then another until she was begging him to come.   To take his pleasure.  To empty himself inside her.
    When he did, he shouted her name and let her carry him to heaven.  
    ***
    Bryn lay in Daniel’s arms drawing little circles on his chest with her fingertip.  Her body still quivered with the pleasure he’d given her, the pleasure they’d given each other .  There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t explored in the past hour, but as perfect as their lovemaking had been, his silence and taut muscles told her reality had intruded.   
    “ He had me fooled,” he whispered.  “I mean, I knew he’d probably set up the Sherman burglary.  But I thought it was just a rash immature act.  I thought he was basically a good kid.”
    “ He very well may be,” she said.