All You Need Is Love by Janet Nissenson Read Free Book Online

or the other – maybe both – if my cock isn’t inside some part of your body within the next ninety seconds.”
    “Tsk, tsk. You do have this sudden obsession with that particular time frame tonight,” she scolded teasingly. “Why don’t I just show you what I mean then?”
    Julia swiftly turned in the opposite direction, facing away from him but still straddling his thighs. Then, with slow, tantalizing deliberation, she inserted the tip of his throbbing dick inside her pussy, where she was still slick and creamy from his earlier orgasm.
    His hands clamped down on her hips as she began to ride him slowly up and down, lifting herself up until he was very nearly unsheathed and then lowering herself back onto his rigid cock with maddening slowness. With each provocative movement, his groans grew progressively louder.
    And then, when he was already almost beside himself with pleasure, Julia began to bend her body backwards, still kneeling, and lowered herself until her back was pressed flat against his heaving chest.
    “Jesus,” he murmured in awe. “How in hell can you do that? Never mind, this feels so fucking amazing that I’m not going to be stupid enough to question it.”
    “God,” she gasped, struggling for breath with her body contorted into a position where he was about as deep inside of her as humanly possible. “Needless to say you’re going to have to take over from here. I’m not exactly in a position where I can move freely.”
    Nathan gripped her chin and turned her head to meet his open-mouthed, demanding kiss. “I thought you’d never ask,” he growled and then began to thrust up hard.
    By his rather hazy calculations, it took less than ninety seconds to get his very inventive fiancée off.
    ***
    “And what size would you like to see this particular shoe in, madam?”
    Julia smiled winningly at the saleswoman. “A six, please. Thank you so much.”
    Nathan scowled as they took seats in the shoe department, waiting for the saleswoman to return with Julia’s much-coveted Manolo Blahniks.
    “Okay. It’s official. No more bets with you. Of any sort. Whether I’m drunk or stone cold sober, horny as hell or just had the fuck screwed out of me. I fully admit I’m a lousy gambler, but you –” he pointed a finger at Julia accusingly, “take merciless advantage of my every weakness.”
    She grinned and blew him a flirty little kiss. “Gosh, you’re so cute when you’re mad. But I bet I can get you in a good mood real quick.”
    Nathan shook his head. “No more bets, remember?”
    Julia rolled her eyes. “Not a literal bet, silly. That was just a figure of speech. Ooh, here’s my shoes.”
    She almost crooned as the saleswoman carefully lifted the black T-strap stilettos out of their box, almost purred with pleasure as the shoe was buckled across her instep. When both shoes were in place, Julia stood and walked back and forth a short distance in them. She halted just in front of Nathan and did a slow 360° turn, glancing back at him with a cheeky smile.
    “So what do you think?”
    His gaze was fixated not on the ridiculously expensive pair of designer footwear but on the sexy back seam of her sheer stockings. His eyes traveled slowly upwards, lingering on the saucy curve of her butt so provocatively displayed by the snug fit of her dress.
    “Um, what was the question again?” he asked in a very distracted tone.
    Julia gave an impatient little huff. “The shoes, Nathan. What do you think of the shoes? Focus, please.”
    The saleswoman had left, giving them some privacy, so Nathan didn’t hesitate to quip, “Oh, I’m focusing all right, baby. But not on the shoes. My focus is, um, a little higher up.”
    She shook her head in exasperation and turned to face him. “Honestly, Nathan. You’ve got such a one-track mind at times.”
    “Jesus, do you blame me?” he asked incredulously. “I mean, come on, Julia. Your entire wardrobe screams “Do Me, Big Guy.” I’m just answering