A Week in New York (The Empire State Series Book 1) by Louise Bay Read Free Book Online Page A

control of it. I could bring her over the edge or leave
her right there. Fuck, my dick was throbbing. The power I felt. I increased the
pressure of my tongue and there it was. She was over. She held her breath as
she came, for so long, as if she forgot everything else. I released her hands
and they went straight to my hair as I sucked the last remaining waves of her
orgasm from her. Jesus, my cock ached for her.
    I lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and watched her as she came around.
Her eyes eventually opened and she looked at me.
    She absentmindedly stroked my chest. “You have magic in your touch.” She
said it in a way that let me believe I was the only one who could do that do
her. That only I could make her body respond that way. Fuck, I wanted her
again, badly. Before I had the chance to grab her and push my cock into her,
she rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.
    I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. If I died now, after
tasting her and fucking her, I’d feel like I’d achieved something in my life.
Fuck my job—making her come like that was the biggest fucking thrill.
    As she came from the bathroom, she looked at me and then down to my hard-on,
which I quickly covered with a sheet. I was constantly ready to go around her;
it was verging on embarrassing.
    I moved up the bed, rested against the headboard, and held my arm out for
her to lie next to me. But instead, she took my hand in hers to steady herself
as she climbed astride me, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned forward,
pushing her pussy back along the length of my cock, and pulled my bottom lip
between her teeth.
    I sat up, grabbed her face in my hands, and kissed her hard on the lips,
pushing my tongue through to meet hers. She responded, her mouth open and ready—just
like her. She trailed her fingers up my sides so lightly, with such a contrast
to the heat and passion I felt from her, the way she moved above me, that it
was as if those fingers told me something more, something deeper about her.
    Jesus. How did she do that, open herself up to me like that? Without even
realizing. But I knew. And I knew then that I had to be careful with her. She
was feisty and passionate, but also gentle, sweet, and breakable.
    I moved my hands to her magnificent tits. They were just fucking perfect.
Natural, firm, not too big, and it felt like they were made for me. I felt
harder than ever. I looked across to the bedside table. She followed my eyes
and reached over for a condom, which she handed to me. After fumbling around
like a 15-year-old, I placed my hands back on her hips and pulled her onto me.
I loved having her above me like that, pushing down at her own pace. Her eyes
left mine and to watch me move in and out of her. I tilted her chin so she looked
at me again.
    “You like to watch that?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    “Tell me,” I said.
    She hesitated. For a moment I thought I’d pushed her too far.
    “I like to see your dick fucking me.”
    “Jesus,” I groaned. My cock was throbbing and I was aware of every inch
of her clamped around me. My hands dug into her hips as I tried to get deeper,
quicker. She responded and moved with me to speed up her rhythm and pressed her
nails into my shoulders as her head fell back. God, she was so sexy. I was
going to make her come again. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of fucking
her or watching her getting fucked, but I wasn’t going to last long. Not
breaking our perfect movements, I reached down and my thumb found her clitoris.
Instinctively, she backed away and I tried to hold her in place.
    “No,” she gasped.
    “Yes, baby. Let me make you come.”
    “I can’t, not again.”
    “You can and you will.” And I flipped her to her back and drove into her.
    “Ethan. Please. Harder.”
    That was it. I was done for. I pushed my thumb back to her clitoris and
roughly rounded the bag of nerves as I kept up my rhythm. Her hips tilted up to
meet my hand and my dick, driving me harder