Brooklyn Flame (A Bridge & Tunnel Romance #1) by Mira Gibson Read Free Book Online Page A

after a beat she said, “Okay.”
    Lifting up, she braced the couch back with her hand and wrapped the other around his penis. The second she held him, a hot surge of desire shot through him and he tucked his hips, sliding his erection up and down her warm hand and groaning, but it didn’t last. Greer angled the length of him upwards until he felt the hot, wet sheath between her legs begin to press around his penis.
    When she lowered down, expanding slowly to accommodate his girth, he groaned and got swept up in the silky feel of her. Deeper and deeper he penetrated her, as Greer moaned and gasped in breathy surprise at his shape, until he filled her and she was sitting flush against his hips.
    Leaning back, she began thrusting, rising and falling, riding him and moaning softly. The sight of her was amazing, but the feel of her was insane. Her breasts jiggled every time she fell flush against him and when she rose up again, sighing then gasping at the angle, he could sense she wasn’t far from the edge. And that was a good thing. She was too sexy. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold off from exploding into the slippery heaven between her legs.
    He grazed his hands up her thighs, traveling the soft lines, until he found her clitoris with his right thumb. The tight mound was slippery and when he began massaging it using firm but gentle pressure, she arched her head back, moaning and thrusting faster.
    He wanted to tell her that she looked incredible, that she felt amazing, and that he wanted to come with her, at the same moment, but as he formed the words in his head he knew they would sound trite or cheesy or insincere. So he held his tongue, deciding that if she wanted to voice her experience to connect, he would reciprocate. But until then, he would keep his mouth shut, except to pant. He was edging closer and closer towards coming.
    “There,” she breathed, as she rocked her hips, working his erection deep inside of her.
    His thumb had been tracing a tight and slow circle around her clit so he kept the pressure and pace exactly the same, since it seemed to be working for her.
    Greer’s mouth opened wide and her breathing quickened so fast that an orchestra of gasps and moans flossed up her throat and the next thing Hunter knew, the tight sheath of her body was clamping hard and expanding in fast alternation, the evidence of her fluttering climax.
    “Oh, yes,” she cried out, riding the waves of her pleasure.
    “Damn, Greer,” he groaned, on the brink. “You’re so fucking sexy I can’t hold off.”
    “Not yet,” she ordered, riding him harder and faster. His thumb could barely keep hold against her clitoris, but the way she was moving, he assumed she might not need that aspect anymore. “I’m still coming.”
    Shit, he thought. He was ready to pop. But he kept cool and stayed hard, conjuring visions of things no man should have to think about while fucking a sexy as hell artist in her studio. Anything to hold off, he told himself, and it was working.
    Soon Greer settled down into a lazy grind, saving his cock inside her though she had crested over the peak of her orgasm.
    “Baby?” He said, angling to get permission before ejaculating.
    “Don’t call me baby. I’m twenty-seven.”
    “Can I?”
    “Not inside me.”
    He didn’t want to slip out of her hot, slippery vagina, but couldn’t stop her from lifting off, grasping hold of his hard penis, and stroking him, as she sat on his thighs.
    And that was all it took.
    He came hard, squirting all over his muscular stomach and at times his pecs with the help of her confident hand, as Greer smiled down at him, glowing in the wake of her orgasm.
    Hunter thought she might curl up beside him after and snuggle, maybe lift her face for a kiss, needing to be held. He thought maybe they would fall asleep, wake up in a half hour, and go at it again. Fantasies formed faster than he could make sense of them in the seconds following his orgasm, but Greer did none