BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance by Sharlyn G. Branson Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth right away and then fuck you nice and good. And I was planning on pretending to be a real gentleman.”
    My cheeks burned with embarrassment. My body didn’t fail to notice his dirty talk. I hungrily watched him take off his shirt and, seeing the bulge in the front of his trousers, realized he’d definitely made an effort to impress me. He could’ve started fucking me right in the anteroom at the very moment we’d entered his apartment, but he hadn’t. Not that I would’ve objected, but I preferred to be seen by him as more than just a sexual object.
    He threw his shirt on the floor and lay prone on the wide sofa. I kicked off my shoes and positioned myself behind him, with my hips around him. I licked my lips—my tongue desperately needed to intertwine with his. I wanted to shower his incredible body with kisses, but knew that if I went down that road, the massage would go out the window. And Nick was tired and needed to relax.
    Not that sex wouldn’t relax him either…
    “Close your eyes and think of something nice.” I started to skillfully knead his back muscles, warming and releasing the tension inside them.
    “Oh, God, this is so good,” Nick groaned, his deep timbre reverberating through my loins.
    Touching him filled me with pleasure. I began thinking about how nice it’d be to take care of another part of his body… My heart rate skyrocketed. I quickly pushed this naughty thought out of my mind and dug my fingers into the tense, rock-hard muscles of his back.
    Concentrate, Estelle!
    “Imagine you’re on a beach somewhere, the waves crashing on the shore…”
    “That can’t relax me, honey. The thought of how I’ll soon dig my face between your legs and stick my tongue deep inside your pink, tight pussy… Now that’ll definitely do the job.”
    Oh, come on! Did he really think he could talk to me like that and expect me to give him a decent massage? My hands and legs turned to jelly. I instinctively pressed my thighs together, trying to dampen the throbbing of my clitoris.
    Nick turned on his back. “It turns you on when I talk to you like that. Show me how wet you are just from listening to my dirty mouth.”
    My skirt was now up to my waist, and Nick’s fingers slid along the skin of my thighs, brushing against the lacy ends of my stockings. His index finger slipped under the elastic of my garter, pulled it outward and then let it go. Sweet, mild pain spread across my body.
    “Show me, Estelle.” His voice was hoarse with arousal. Ignoring my modesty and spurred on by him, I pulled aside the fine material of my panties and inserted my middle finger between my labia. My vagina was screaming for attention.
    “I want to taste you.” He pulled my arm, and before I knew it, my finger was in his mouth. His hot tongue swirled around it, licking it hungrily. His dark, sexy eyes met my gaze. My heart started beating even faster. It was so hot to see how much he desired me. If he didn’t do something pretty soon to relieve the pain between my legs, I’d go crazy.
    “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. Nick was a proper macho man who liked being dominant in bed and issuing orders. Luckily, I loved that, because in doing so, he showed my body how much he wanted me. His behavior didn’t scare me, and he didn’t threaten to beat me senseless if I didn’t comply, like my ex-husband had.
    I carried out his order without moving from the position I’d assumed. I took off my blouse, then my bra, and finally my skirt. I flung them onto the floor and was left wearing only panties and garters.
    “Now stand over my face.” Nick grabbed my ass, positioning my sex above his lips. He slipped his hot tongue in my wet slit, and I cried out in pleasure.
    “Scream all you like, babe. Nobody will hear you here,” he said and resumed the sweet torture, this time his hungry mouth intensely sucking on my pulsing clitoris.
    I pressed my hand against the backrest of the sofa for support. I closed my eyes,