Art of the Lie by Delphine Dryden Read Free Book Online

woman.” He opened his eyes and she fell right in, lured by their dark-chocolate depths. In most lights they looked almost black. Here, with the late afternoon light streaming in, they were the most delicious shade of brown, almost matching his hair but without the subtle hints of gold.
    Richard pushed his jeans off and stepped out of them to kneel on the edge of the bed, taking the opportunity to stroke Lindy’s breasts again, plucking her nipples back into tight peaks and then jangling her nerves as he pinched them hard. Lindy closed her eyes, processing the feeling, pain and pleasure dueling until pleasure won out. She sighed and arched her back for more.
    “She likes that too. God help me. Advanced lessons, advanced lessons.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” And then he pulled her into his arms, kissing her senseless, taking time to explore her mouth as he hadn’t before. They were doing things all backward, Lindy thought, with the orgasm first, then getting naked and then necking. But she couldn’t complain when it all felt so good. Wrong was the new right, it seemed. And right was Richard’s tongue sweeping over hers, curling in and out of her mouth, and his lips teasing hers until they were as swollen and sensitive as her pussy felt.
    Wanting more, too woozy with lust to remember the words to ask for it, Lindy was only able to feel and respond. She did so with growing fervor as Richard hooked one arm behind her knees, sweeping her legs out from under her and lowering her to her back. He stopped kissing her and shifted his weight just long enough to roll the condom on. Lindy noticed with some detached, still-rational part of her mind that his hands were shaking a little, which she thought was incredibly sweet somehow. Then he lowered his hips back between her thighs and kissed her again, and she couldn’t think anymore.
    From there it was the work of moments. First his finger, slipping into her again, his palm flattening against her clit as he stroked in and out, in and out. And then his finger went away only to be replaced by something larger and smoother, pressing for entrance—and she tilted her hips and it stung like hell and then she wasn’t a virgin anymore.
    And after the shock wore off, she started to figure out why people made such a fuss.
    It wasn’t just the feel of Richard’s cock, filling her so full. Or the way he shivered as he held himself still, giving her time to get used to him as the initial pain subsided. No, it was about the look on his face, just inches from hers, when she opened her eyes and saw him looking back at her. His expression of jaw-clenching tension, tinted so sweetly with the expectation of rapture. And the way he brought a trembling hand to her face and brushed her hair away from her cheek before he kissed her slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.
    And more than anything else, the way his kiss ended with a very gentle, measured flex of his hips, pressing his cock even deeper inside her. And then the words whispered in her ear. “Feels so good, Lind. God, it feels so good to be inside you.”
    She moved in response and the moment changed into something else, a different dynamic as he started thrusting deep enough for his pelvis to bump against her clit. After a few halting efforts, her body figured out what to do. Which was to meet Richard in the middle, matching his pace even as he started to lose control, to pump hard enough that it began to hurt again. She didn’t care. She didn’t think. She only moved, and felt.
    Unexpectedly—she always had to work so hard to come when she did it by herself—another orgasm began to build. She lost the rhythm for a moment, then lost it again for good but it didn’t matter. Pleasure had already started to flow through Lindy’s body, having its way with her, forcing her into the scream Richard had wanted to hear. And then gasping into another one, with his name somewhere in the middle of it, just as he arched into her