Fall Into Love (Simone: Part One Naughty Nookie Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

clawing at him, trying to devour him, his lips
are on mine.  His mouth suckles, while his tongue and teeth
tug, pull, curl, and rub.  Tomorrow, I know my lips will be as
bruised as hell.
    Bring it on.
    His kiss is a full frontal attack and I’m
more than ready to surrender. 
    The instant he thrusts, I parry by opening
my mouth to accept his tongue.  Mine curls about his,
suckling, teasing. Inciting.  I feel as though we’re almost
eating each other with our intensity and I’m slowly reaching the
point where I can’t think at all.  The physical begins to take
precedence over the emotional.  Over the sensible, even.
    With his shirt stripped off and his belt
unfastened, my hands reach down to grip his cock.  The minute
I touch bare flesh, I groan against his mouth, realizing he isn’t
wearing underwear.  His slight chuckle seems to reverberate
against my lips and vibrate through my body.  My hands pull
away and tug at my skirt, lifting it and dragging it over my thighs
toward my waist, uncaring if the fabric is forever creased. 
This is worth it.  This kiss.  This simple kiss is more
passion than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.  It’s consuming
me in its fire and I’m a willing victim to its power.
      As soon as the silk
has settled there, I lift a leg and cock it over his hip.  His
fingers grip the soft flesh of my thigh and he drags me closer and
closer still.  Within seconds, urging my other leg upwards,
and settling me so that my entire body weight is being carried by
him.   Not for one minute do I wonder if he’ll drop
me.  Nor do I question if I’m too heavy for him.  The
size of the erection nudging me right where it counts tells me all
I need to know. 
      I arch my hips,
jerking my cloth-covered pussy against the ridge of his dick. 
His trousers are still a barrier, as are my panties, but for a few
endless minutes, our hips jerk against each other.  There’s no
smooth seduction about this, nothing practiced or full of
artifice.  This is raw.  Desperate.  Needy. 
And I’m not alone.  He feels the same; I can sense it and in a
way, it helps me relax, because I don’t have to hide the way he
makes me feel. 
    And the way I feel is incredible.  With
this little-known man, a relative stranger, I feel like a thousand
fireworks have been ignited in my heart and the sparks are sizzling
down through the labyrinth of my veins and arteries so that every
part of me is affected. 
    With my mouth clasped to
his, the whimpers and moans escaping me are barely audible. 
He swallows each and every one as he ravages my mouth, his tongue
almost battling my own as our sexes collide and ride along the
other.  With each bump of his cock against my pussy, I feel
like my insides are imploding.  My fingers claw, the nails
digging into his now-bare shoulders and raking downwards as the
pressure has me on the point of bursting.  I want to scream,
want his hand ̶ or even my hand would suffice ̶ down there, bringing me to
release. 
    His mouth pulls free of my
own and latches on to my throat, where he suckles the flesh and
rakes it between his teeth.  Finally able to speak, to voice
my needs, I find myself unable to utter a word.  Only sounds
burst free from my throat and had this ravenous creature not
overtaken me at some point, I think I’d have been embarrassed to
hear the noises coming from me.  The guttural grunts and
broken mewls make me sound like a sex-mad harlot, but God help me,
for this moment in time, that’s just what I am. 
    “ Please.  Please.” Eventually I find my voice and a low
growl barks free from him; I’m pulled from the wall and even though
I’m half out of my mind with the need to fuck, with the need to
cum, a part of me marvels at his strength.  Not one grunt of
‘ Shit, this bitch is
heavy ,’ escapes him.  He carries me
as though I’m as light as a bag of feathers and within seconds, I’m
transported to the bedroom and being pressed on to the
bed. 
    He