Not For Sharing (Romance with Sizzle) Read Online Free PDF

the
resonant tones of his voice.
    His smooth,
smoky drawl alone was enough to incite Pru’s passion. When he had been away on
business, she had often pleasured herself just by listening to his obscene
phone-calls. Ethan leant down and whispered in her ear.
    “And I want you wet, so wet that
you’re thighs are dripping. If you’re not, you’ll just get it harder until you’re
sore.”
    “And if I don’t want the
soreness?”
    “It’s not up
for debate honey.”
    He pushed
off his joggers and stood before her, eclipsing the candlelight shimmering
behind him. He revealed the most impressively toned frame, a credit to his
labouring days in construction. Pru felt overcome with emotions of lewdness and
rapture, aching for each sculpted muscle and tendon to conquer her.
    He lay down
beside her and began to tweak at her nipples, taking light nips at her breasts
in playful torment. She then grabbed his forearm to pull it up to her mouth and
trailed her tongue up over his wrist. Having always been the ‘licker’ of a
wrist and never the ‘lickee’, Ethan hadn’t realised how sensual it actually was.
Or maybe he should credit this to Pru, because with Pru it wasn’t one thing, it wasn’t any thing, it was just some thing about her.
    She
positioned his finger to trace the outline of her cupids bow, and gently
inserted it into her mouth. She curved it across her tongue, and then raked it
over her lower teeth. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips around it as she began
to slowly draw it back and forth, indicating her bodily urges.
    Ethan then
removed his hand from her mouth and affectionately entwined her fingers between
his. Pru felt soothed, knowing that their affinity ran far deeper than just an earthly
infatuation.
    He guided
her hand downwards, over her inner thighs, caressing their silken dampness, and
then up between them, towards her mound, grasping at her hyper-sensitive flesh.
    “Who do you
belong to Pru?” he asked in a shallow breath, stroking her fluent curves.
    “You of
course, sweetie, your touch is branding my skin.”
    He felt
rather proud, and dare he say it, a little smug, that he had had the honour of
transforming the beautiful, awesome Pru into his very own love-toy. Just the
thought of another man wanting to taint her with his filthy hands was enough to
torment him in his solitude, although he was ever mindful not to voice his
jealousy. It was never his intention to crush her open and unaffected spirit, especially
as it was this lovable trait that had first drawn him to her.
    He began to nibble
at her lobes, passing down to blow over her neck, tiny kisses and flutters of
air but their effect was potent.
    “I want you
between my legs, I need your weight pressing down on me,” she panted.
     Her
expression was fixed, her anguish laced with an equal amount of delectation.
    “You’re
being too hasty again,” he replied brusquely, remaining non-responsive to her
pleas; whether this was for the purposes of control or titillation, it was a
way of letting her know that he was supervising her pleasure.
    His hands
stopped their caress abruptly and moved to grip the back of her neck. He began
kissing her hard on the mouth, his manner was curt but thrilling and although
she was infuriated that he had disregarded her request, she relaxed as her
urges became slightly more tolerable.
    When Ethan sensed
that she had mellowed, he rose up to kneel in front of her, seized her at the
ankles, and spread them apart, goading her libido. The imposing view of his rock-like
torso forewarned Pru of her impending capture and he mounted on to her
turbulent body. He started to rub up provocatively against her, his sizable
length whipping up her randiness with each stroke. Her torment returned with a
vengeance as he slowly reeled her back in.
    “Please don’t tease,” she
implored.
    “What would you like me to do
then?”
    “Well, you know.”
    “No, I don’t?”
    “you know…make love to me.”
    Ethan smiled
at