AlwaysYou by Karen Stivali Read Free Book Online

back and forth against her
wetness, still teasing her. She rocked her hips against him, impatient, trying
to get him into position. He smiled, the heat in his eyes intensifying as he
kissed her again. His tongue worked its way into her mouth as his cock found
its way inside her. She pulled her muscles tight around him, drawing a grunt
from deep within his chest.
    They moved together, slowly at first, tantalizing dips in
and out, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The pressure built, crushing
heat swelling from her stomach to the tops of her thighs. She was so close. Jon
seemed to sense it and changed his rhythm, pulling her hips tighter, swiveling
against her with each thrust. Within moments she was on the brink, her whole
body filled to capacity. He expanded inside her beyond what seemed possible.
The first wave of pleasure crashed upon her and she convulsed around him, her
muscles contracting so hard it knocked the breath out of her as she gasped his
name. He shuddered, bracing himself as he gave a final thrust and pulsated
inside her.
    They lay together panting. Jon eased off her, turning to the
side to remove the condom. He rolled it in a tissue and chucked it into the
trash can, then sprawled alongside her. Shari stroked his hair, still breathing
too hard to attempt speaking. He leaned closer and kissed her, his thumb
caressing her cheek. She pressed against his hand, eyes closed, trying to
remember the last time anyone had touched her in such a tender, loving manner.
She turned her face and kissed his palm. He smiled and pulled her against his
chest. Her fingers played with the silky patch of hair on his belly. “No wonder
all your girlfriends were always so upset when you dumped them.”
    Jon let out a snort. “What?”
    “You’re like really good at this. I’m guessing they were
devastated.”
    “Well, there’s more to a relationship than sex.”
    Shari’s heart pounded unevenly. “Like what?” She held her
breath waiting to see what he’d say.
    Jon took a deep breath, his hand tracing up and down Shari’s
back. “Well, there’s taste in movies.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Okay, what else?”
    “Vegans. I just don’t understand them. Can’t date them.”
    She giggled. “Anything else?”
    Jon moved his hand to her neck, massaging the base of her
skull. “The bottom line is I just wasn’t in love with any of those women.”
    “None of them?”
    She felt him shake his head. “Not one.” His fingers rubbed
against her cheek, so gentle and warm.
    She lifted her head and gazed at him. He looked unbearably
sexy, his cheekbones shadowed by the dim light of the room, his hair nearly
covering his eyes. He cupped her face, drawing her toward him and he kissed
her, long and slow, his tongue stirring feelings deep within her.
    Shari shifted, swinging her leg over him to straddle him as
they continued to kiss. He grew hard beneath her, his cock rubbing back and
forth against her stomach. Her hand reached over to the nightstand in search of
the final condom. She sat up, kneeling above him, his towering erection tall
and proud right in front of her. So warm. So smooth. Her fingers stroked
until he moaned, then she slipped the condom over him.
    As she shifted into position above him, he stopped her,
hands resting on her hips. “I thought you hated being on top.” His brow was
furrowed, his eyes questioning.
    “When did I say that?”
    “Every time you had sex with Danny Pfeffer.”
    Shari’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t believe you remember
that. That was seven years ago.”
    Jon shrugged. “I remember everything.”
    “Well, let’s just say I’ve decided to reconsider.” She
rubbed him against her opening, eliciting another moan.
    “What was it you didn’t used to like?” His voice was
gravelly, breathless, as he strained to be let in.
    She felt suddenly foolish. “I don’t know. I guess I always felt
like I was doing all the work. Like maybe he didn’t even want to be