A Hundred Ways to Break Up (Let's Make This Thing Happen 2) Read Online Free PDF

tight.
    He’d removed her shorts when he’d moved her, too, although she couldn’t remember that happening – it was all so fast, so smooth, so in control.
    He positioned himself, and she felt the fat head of his manhood pressing between her thighs, finding that soft wetness, pressing and parting her labia. Finding the opening and pushing, bursting inside her and sliding slowly, steadily in until his balls were against her thighs and her ass was against his lap.
    Immediately, he pulled back until he was almost clear before driving home again, hard and fast.
    Pausing, pressing, withdrawing, and then slamming back into her, only to hold once more.
    She thought then of how it must be for him: this was measured, hard sex, savoring every sensation when he was deep inside her just as he savored those hard thrusts, the deep sliding, the wetness and tightness of her.
    And the view... He would be looking down on her, watching himself sliding into her. Looking down on the spread of her ass, her skirt bunched up around the narrowing at her waist. Taking in those figure of eight curves.
    “Fuck me,” she hissed back at him. “Fuck me hard.”
    He did.
    No more lingering each time he drove deep, he pulled back straight away and thrust again. Leaning forward now, one hand reached for her breasts, found one, cupped and squeezed it. The other hand came round to her belly, pressed against her, slid down to the narrow strip of hair over her mound and started to caress, sliding skin across clit, again and again.
    She really didn’t do this... this orgasm after orgasm thing. She’d always needed a slow build and then plenty of recovery time. But Ray... Ray .
    It was going to happen again. He’d drawn it out of her.
    She felt it intensely in the pit of her belly this time, as the head of his manhood kept ramming hard against the front wall of her vagina and sliding deep.
    Everything focused on that sensation, a whole world closing in on that pounding pressure and the steady thump as he slammed against her ass and thighs and then... then he held himself deep and she felt a throbbing in his shaft, deep inside her, and then wet heat filled her.
    She ground her face into hard wood, giving out an animal cry as orgasm seized her too, blossoming deep in her belly and spreading outwards. He pushed again and held and more wet heat filled her and then she felt a transformation taking place, his shaft softening, ebbing, starting to subside.
    He slumped over her, his face against her bare back. His hands fell from her body, crashing against the piano keys in jarring discord, and that seemed so silly, so melodramatic, that suddenly a fit of giggles stole over Emily.
    He pulled away and she was able to turn, bury her face against his shoulder, still giggling, and now he joined her, laughing, swinging a hand against the keys again, another random chord.
    “Is there a bed?” she gasped. “I need a bed.”
    He took her hand, and they staggered across the wide floor to one of the doors, pushed through and there was a room like something out of a period drama, an ornately decorated four-poster the centerpiece.
    They moved towards it and Emily smoothed her skirt down so she could unhook and unzip it. She raised a leg, resting her foot on the edge of the bed, and slid one of her stockings down, aware of her wetness, of his juices running back out of her. Enjoying that raw animal thing, nature’s mess, their physicality, her heart still racing from the sex, the climax, the thrill.
    She slipped the other stocking down her leg and climbed into bed, Ray watching her all the time.
    “I don’t even know which side you prefer,” she said.

5
    She woke in a panic.
    Just for a second or two she didn’t know where she was. She opened her eyes and saw the canopy of the four-poster above her. She turned to her left and almost tumbled out of bed. She caught herself, and squinted across what seemed a vast distance to a window where light spilled in.
    Her skirt and