Found Read Online Free PDF Page B

of pleasure. His stubble grazed against my inner thighs and I groaned. “Oh god yes,” I hissed, throwing my head back and surrendering to the sensations that simple touch had caused.
    He chuckled and the sound vibrated close to my core. “Keep it down, Rachel,” he advised. “I do have neighbors.”
    I didn’t think I cared. I lurched forward into him, almost shoving my pussy in his face. I could feel how wet I was. My nipples were hard and erect. Tremors of desire wracked my body.
    “Four years,” he muttered as his tongue flicked out and touched me. “I’m quite honoured.” Then he stopped talking. His mouth covered my pussy and only pleasure was left.
    How could one even describe being on the receiving end of this particular sex act? He started slow. His tongue traced small, light circles around my clitoris until my hips were thrusting into the air, desperate for more stimulation. Then, two fingers entered my pussy in one fluid motion and I felt my core clench around him.
    “Please…” I begged him. I didn’t know what I was pleading for. I only knew that I never wanted this moment to end.
    “I’ve got you, baby.” His voice was calm and reassuring even as his fingers moved within me, causing my body to overheat dangerously. I was careening out of control towards my orgasm. I just needed him to press down on me a little more.
    I whimpered and moaned and thrust into his face; he maintained his languid, leisurely pace. His strong hands held my legs open when I writhed and tried to flinch away from the extreme pleasure. When he moved his chin over that tight bundle of nerves and his stubble rubbed against me, I shrieked, unmindful of the neighbors. “Please…” I hissed out. “I can’t take this.”
    “Yes you can.” His voice didn’t allow argument. “Let yourself go, Rachel.”
    Rachel. The fake name screeched against my ear. I wanted him to call me Ellie, but that wasn’t allowed. Too much was at stake.
    His fingers pushed into me and I arched off the table. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as his tongue licked and strummed. I could hear my breathing, harsh and heavy. I struggled to keep quiet and not scream out as I drowned in utter joy.
    This wasn’t my first orgasm. My body had sometimes responded to Dylan’s fingers or cock, though my mind had not. But this was the first orgasm in six years that I didn’t hate myself for having.
    I leaned forward and rested my hands on his shoulders and his tongue slowed, taking long licks as I shuddered back to sanity. “Wow,” I said finally. I couldn’t mask the tone of awed surprise in my voice. “That was… amazing.”
    He sat up with a smile, pulling me onto his lap. I snuggled against him, burrowing my face into his neck. My fingers traced the outline of his erection, clearly outlined against his trousers. “I should take care of you,” I whispered. I moved to get up and slide down on my knees. I’d pleasured many men with my mouth; I knew what to do.
    His hand tightened against my waist. “There’s no hurry,” he said quietly. “We have all night.”
    I tried to ignore the truth that would confront me in the morning. I had just this one night. Tomorrow morning, Marc and I would go our separate ways. I tried to ward off the pain that spiralled through me at that thought and I pushed it to the dark recesses of my mind.
    It would not do to dwell on what I could and could not have. I had one night. Entirely unexpectedly, I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t panicking. My lack of fear was a gift I could have never expected to receive. For me to expect more, to want more? That would be the purest form of greed.
    “Why are we wasting time talking?” I said. “Let me please you.”
    He wrapped his fingers around my cheek and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. It was such an intimate feeling. “You do please me,” he said quietly as he straightened. “You don’t have to take my cock down your throat just because I made you