Queen of Hearts: (Family Stone #6 Shelley) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) Read Online Free PDF Page B

at twenty-five.
    She was a calm placid lake. Nothing could rattle her. And that naturally bled over into her somewhat sparse sex life.
    At least it had. Ric continued to work at her, feeding an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I don’t—”
    He pulled her closer as she tried to push away from the intensity of her climax. But Ric held her down, pressed on her belly and continue to eat at her. She didn’t usually have multiple orgasms. One per night seemed to be her limit so she was already at 200 percent.
    She was almost incoherent. “I can’t—”
    “Of course you can.” He smiled, she could feel his lips curving against her sex.
    She was forty-five years old and she still had problems with sex talk. It stemmed from early sexual experiences resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. She had stunted her sexual growth. Being a single mother, and then suddenly mother to four at twenty-five, she had skipped the sexual revolution and the world’s easy acceptance of casual sexual encounters. Which meant sometimes she had difficulty verbalizing explicit wishes and situations. “But you haven’t….”
    “I will.” He prowled up her body dropping kisses in random spots, her hipbone, the valley between her ribcage, the underside of her breast.
    His cock was hard and hot along her thigh. Even as loose as she was right now, taking him again was going to be a challenge. Dammit, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
    Her arm was trembling as she reached for the condom packet. “I believe in equal opportunity orgasms. Your turn.”
    She tore open the package and tossed it onto the carpet. With careful deliberation, she rested the condom on the head of his cock. Her fingers strummed along his thick length. Damn, he was big.
    “I’m all for equal rights,” he quipped. Ric groaned as she rolled the condom slowly over his erection all the way down to the root.
    She explored his body with her hands, running her palms over his broad shoulders and skimming the defined muscles of his lats. With an unexpected urgency, she sucked on his tight nipple and grabbed his ass.
    “Trying to slow it down here.” Ric panted.
    “Why?” she murmured against his mouth. Completely bewildered.
    “Mutual satisfaction.”
    “I’ve already been satisfied,” she said urgently. “Twice.”
    Ric laughed low and husky, the sound trilling over her nerve endings and stimulating a cascade of shivers. “Yes, you have.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her dripping sex. She wanted him inside her again.
    Everything in her clenched. She was nearly blind with need. She curled her legs around his butt and urged him to breach her. “Do it.” It was a command, and finally he listened.
    He slid all the way inside her, filled her up, buried to the hilt, her sex sheathed his girth. “I guess round three will be the slow and steady one.”
    Round three ?
    But before she could register that thought, Ric began to power in and out of her, and sensation after sensation bombarded her. The heat of his body, the thick invasion of his cock, the rub of his chest hair against her breasts.
    Then he tunneled his hands underneath her body and tilted her hips. The new position changed the angle of his thrusts and suddenly the head of his cock rubbed a spot inside her.
    Oh my God.
    She’d thought the infamous g-spot was a myth. But Ric had just busted that myth wide open.
    Shelley moaned. Her channel was on fire as he breeched her body and caressed that sensitive ridge. Her desire swelled and grew in immense waves until she trembled on the verge of another cliff. Impossible.
    She never had this many orgasms. But as his body plundered hers, with every rock of his hips, her nerve endings focused on that spot.
    His thrusts took on an urgency and he began to slam into her. Each bang increased the pressure on that secret internal ridge, and her body began to shake. He slammed his mouth over hers, their teeth