Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos) Read Online Free PDF

body,
taking in my thick curves as well as the magenta S atin and Eyelash Lace Corset I was wearing. I bit into the side of my bottom lip trying to control my smile.
I had a huge addiction to sexy underwear. Finding a store that catered to
full-figured women was like finding a piece of Belgian chocolate after being on
a diet for six weeks.
    “Wow. I love it when a woman has a
hot body to go with her pretty face and brains.” He winked at me.
    I let the smile stretch my mouth,
liking how much he admired my curves and my intelligence. Still keeping my
heels on, I stepped out of my clothes around my ankles and leisurely turned,
like a model on the catwalk, revealing the back to him.
    “Oh, doll, if I’d known…” His voice
drifted away.
    I glanced at him over my shoulder
with a sexy, pouty look.
    The heat of his body caressed mine
as he rose behind me, stroking the bare skin of my ass, left uncovered by the
g-string resting between the crease of my cheeks. I leaned back into him.
    “The things I could think about
doing to your lush ass if we had the time, Kalan.” His words were husky and
rough, like he’d drunk a shot of whisky and the potency caught him off guard.
    Knowing I did that to him made me
high off the power of my sexuality. Grinding my ass against his firm cock, I
said, “I guess we have something to look forward to next time.”
    That was the most I would admit to
let him know that I wanted more than this one night.
    He growled. Turning me around, he
laid a fierce kiss on my mouth. Pulling away, he said, “Don’t awaken the bear,
honey, unless you’re ready for the beast.”
    My heart raced at his words. I
wanted to experience that part of Aaren, unleashed. “Don’t make promises unless
you’re ready to keep them.” I palmed his sex and squeezed, not waiting for him
to respond.
    He groaned.
    Satisfied he understood that I was a
grown woman that could handle anything he wanted to give me, I said, “Please
tell me you have a condom.”
    Before things went further, I wanted
to make sure we would both be protected. I wanted kids bad, just not by an
accident in the heat of passion.
    “A condom.” Reaching into his back
pocket, he removed his wallet. “I feel like a teenage boy. Having sex in
clandestine places with my lucky condom,” he joked.
    I laughed, feeling the same way. I
was never this wild and spontaneous unless I’d been with a guy for a few
months.
    He slipped the condom out from
behind his driver’s license. He held the gold square before me then tossed it
and his wallet on the table.
    “Now, I can proceed. I believe it’s
your turn.” I lowered myself to my knees. “Let me help you out of these pants.”
    His belt and fastenings were no
match for my nimble hands. Soon, I had his slacks and black boxer briefs around
his ankles. I gasped at the sight of his hard dick before me. The coarse brown
hair was trimmed low around it. Eyeing his girth, I understood why he used
three fingers on me; he was preparing and stretching me to take his cock.
    Wrapping my fingers around the
shaft, I practically sighed at the feel of the steel warmth I held. It seemed
like I’d dreamed about this so long that if I had not had two orgasms brought
on by Aaren’s hands I would think I was asleep.
    I taunted him stroking his thick
length from base to crown. Leaning forward, I glided my tongue over the top and
collected the pearl bead resting there, tasting him. Gazing up at him, I moaned
aloud.
    Silent, he combed my hair back from
my face.
    Still pumping his cock, I watched
his lids lower and shield the passion in his dark gaze.
    Wasting no more of our time, I
swirled my tongue around the crown. Around and around I went, just long enough
until he got used to the rhythm and pattern. When his eyes closed, I inhaled,
relaxed my throat like I was prepared to hit a soprano note and deep throated
him.
    “Shit. Ah, fuck.” The words broke
from his mouth, raspy and loud. His hand fisted in my hair.
    I felt the