Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Book 1 - Christmas) Read Online Free PDF

breath mingling and then
his firm lips teased my mouth open that bit wider and he sucked my tongue into
his mouth, and every last bit of careful reserve abandoned me.
    I wanted him, I
wanted him now, he smelled of lust and he tasted of lust, and it was as clear
and as much of a turn on as having his cock in my mouth, and it was releasing
every bit of pent up craving as my fingers wound deep into that thick soft
hair. I pulled back a little, drew an uneven breath, and then nibbled his
bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth wanting to taste him, sucking on the soft
flesh until he groaned and shut his eyes. Gradually I ran my tongue up his jaw
line, tasting salt, smelling the bitter tang of beer. The lobe of his ear was
soft under my lips and as I nipped at the fleshy skin he grunted, and when I
circled with my damp tongue over the plump flesh he drew a sharp breath that
resounded deep down in my belly.
    “Hell, woman I’m
going to come right now if you don’t stop that.” I don’t know whether the
buttons on my tunic pinged off because he tugged, or because my body was fit
for bursting, but as his hard lips bruised mine and his firm tongue forced a
way deep inside my mouth, a brief rush of cool air chilled my skin. I gasped as
his kisses and bites burned a hot damp trail down my neck and as he sucked at
the sweet spot where my neck joins my shoulder I held my breath, my stomach
trembling with anticipation.
    Those big capable
hands encircled my waist and he pulled me down flat on the floor, taking
control in a way that took me so close to the edge I could feel my clit yelling
out in desperation to be touched. And he knew, and he chuckled.
    I could smell my
own scent on his hand as he cradled my breast, then his head came down and he
took my sensitized nipple in his teeth.
    “Oh fuck.” I don’t
normally swear much but that hard touch, just when I expected a damp tongue or
the warm suck of his mouth just sent a tremor all the way through me and I
grabbed out at his head, clutching his hair, not sure whether I was urging him
on or pulling him away. He blew a waft of air over my damp nipple.
    “Stop being bossy,
woman.” He pulled both my arms above my head, pinned my wrists down with one
large hand and I should have felt vulnerable but I didn’t. I was so bloody
turned on, so on the brink as he slowly ran the tip of his finger down between
my breasts, down over my stomach until I whimpered, a whimper that turned to a
moan as he found the throbbing swollen nub of my clit. The pressure of his
touch took me one step nearer to orgasm, and when he rubbed a small circle my
hips bucked and the tremors started.
    I bucked again and
yelped as soft cool fingertips traced their delicate way over my inner thigh,
and it had to be Sophie. I wanted to object, pull away, but I couldn’t, the
fluttering tremors were building to waves deep inside me and I wanted the
touch, needed it. It was sweetness and light, so gossamer light against my
skin, tracing circles that matched the smaller ones his firm thumb was pressing
into my clit. He tugged at my nipple with teeth that were hard yet tender,
started to suckle, pulling me in and my whole body was rocking as he sent
spears of want right through my core until I felt like every bit of me was
pulsing, wanting. Heat flamed as his hand rested across my stomach, as the tips
of his fingers kneaded until I moaned. I heard the sound of a zip, and his
groan, a guttural sound vibrating against my breast and although I could still
feel her cool hand against my skin, I knew her other one was on his cock.
    “Shit, Sophie.”
His hand briefly brushed over hers on my thigh and then his fingers were under
the soaking crotch of my knickers, his thumb firm against my throbbing clit as
he pressed two fingers deep into my wet pussy. The moment he did it, a tremble
deep down kicked off and I heard myself wail.
    “Shh.” His mouth
was on my mound, tugging and pulling at the soft skin in time with his hand and
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