Best Erotic Romance 2014 by Kristina Wright Read Free Book Online

“That leak is bigger than that,” she told him.
    He took the hint and filled her with two fingers, then three. Tamara groaned and rocked against his hand. It felt good to be touched, to feel the light kisses he feathered over her inner thighs, but she wanted more. Then she remembered the timing belt still in her hand and wound it gently around the back of his head.
    â€œWe should see if these parts have been adjusted to work together correctly,” she said, using the belt to guide his mouth back to her clit. Randal chuckled, but obliged, giving her a long, slow upward stroke with the flat of his tongue.
    â€œThat is perfect,” Tamara moaned. “We just need to run the test long enough to…” She trailed off, unable to keep up the metaphor while he licked her and fucked her with his fingers. Her hands fisted around the rubber belt. Her oncoming orgasm made it hard for her to keep her feet.
    Randal nipped her clit gently and electricity shot through Tamara’s body, destroying her dexterity entirely. Her cunt pulsed. She’d never come standing up before, but she did now, so disoriented by the waves of pleasure coursing through her that she barely knew which way was up. Shaking with orgasm, she released the timing belt, not wanting to hurt him if she stumbled.
    Randal caught her around the middle and held her, still stroking her. “I should have been paying more attention,” he murmured against her stomach. “You did warn me that if the belt got too saturated, it could slip.”
    â€œMmm,” Tamara responded, foggy with pleasure. She was far from finished with him, though. “It’s still leaking,” she told him, gesturing toward her pussy.
    â€œYou’re the professional,” Randal said, “but I do have a special tool I could try. I don’t think my fingers were big enough.”
    Tamara could not help giggling at the silliness of their game. “Yes, you’d better try your ‘special tool.’”
    Randal removed his suit jacket and spread it on the floor. Even woozy with orgasm, she reached out to stop him. “You don’t have to—”
    â€œNonsense.” He guided her onto it, then took off his shirt and folded it into a pillow for her. Tamara gazed up at him, not sure if she was more impressed by his romantic gesture or by the definition of his abs. He smiled down at her. “Now,” Randal said, “I do that frantic search for the condom guys keep in their wallets just in case.”
    Tamara grinned. “Or we can grab my pants and check the one in my wallet. If it’s not expired, that is.”
    Randal returned her smile and tossed her the pants. “Glad it’s not just me.”
    Tamara produced the condom while Randal stripped to bare skin. She buried her nose against his cock, breathing in his sharp male musk, then rolled the condom over his erection. She thought of a few more funny comments about leaks and oil, but right then she wanted him too much to bother with that anymore. She lay back, spread her legs and invited him in.
    Randal rested his palms on either side of Tamara’s head and slid his cock into her. She rolled her hips up to welcome it, and soon discovered their timing was perfect. He advanced when she needed him deeper, then withdrew and rocked just within her entrance right at the moment she wanted to feel him there instead.
    Tamara leaned up to kiss him, gripping his ass tightly and pulling him into her. She couldn’t believe how smoothly he moved within her, or how perfectly he fit. Her second orgasm came to her easily, pleasure gliding through her from head to foot as she buried her face in the side of Randal’s neck.
    His orgasm followed a moment later. Not the noisy type, he placed his mouth against Tamara’s ear to let her hear the tiny hitch his throat gave when he came. He eased his weight onto her. “You are the best mechanic,” Randal whispered.