Class Reunion by Juliet Chastain Read Free Book Online

eternity. But when his response became more forceful, more urgent, his cock throbbing against her belly, her whole body yearned desperately for him.
    Still holding her, he pulled back a little and he kissed her face; her eyes, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead. She felt his lips on her chin and then her neck. He kissed softly—so softly he almost tickled the sensitive skin. She sighed with pleasure.
    “Never stop,” she said. “Never stop kissing me, Nicholas.”
    As though they were dancing, he steered her to the edge of the bed where she sat, while he knelt and carefully removed her heels. He took one foot in his hand, brought it to his lips, and tenderly kissed the arch of first one foot and then the other. He kissed her ankles; he nipped at her shins and calves. Slowly, one by one, he sucked on her toes. She murmured her pleasure as she ran her hands through his hair.
    He ran his hands up her shins and stroked her knees. She shivered with delight. He caressed her thighs, slowly moving up—so slowly she could have screamed in frustration had she not been so filled with the pleasure of it.
    But suddenly he stopped, stood, and pushed her onto her back. He kissed her lips and tenderly stroked her face, her hair.
    His lips still on hers, he caressed her breasts through her clothes. She brought her hands to the top button of her dress, eager to open it, wanting to feel his hands on her naked flesh. But he took hold of her wrists.
    “Not yet, my love,” he said. “Not yet.” Through her dress he stroked her midriff, her hips, and then her thighs. His gaze locked with hers. He slid back to his knees. He lifted the hem of her skirt and folded it over her belly. He kissed the tender insides of her thighs and nipped them and caressed them. His gaze never left hers. She shuddered.
    He slid his fingers along the edge of her panties and stroked her mound through the silky fabric. The ache in her pussy consumed her entire being. She wanted him, needed him—now.
    “Now,” she gasped.
    But he said, “Not yet, my darling.” He released her gaze and slowly, maddeningly, teasingly pulled her panties lower and lower down her hips. Then she felt his breath on her mound. He licked the tender outer folds as he pushed the panties to her ankles and tossed them aside.
    He flicked his tongue back and forth across her plump, needy clit and she gasped. Then he sucked it, unrelenting, driving her wild. She was overwhelmed with sweet sensations and her need for him. She trembled on the edge, barely hanging on, and then, ecstatically, she tumbled over—and over and over.
    She’d barely landed when he pushed his tongue deep inside her. Luscious sensation radiated out from wherever he touched, filling her pelvis, her belly, her chest, her very heart and soul. She gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. Feverishly, she grasped his head, pushed him harder against herself, and yet she thought she could not bear the glorious sensation one more second. She felt herself explode into a million pieces as she flew over the edge into wild, voluptuous freefall.
    Before she could return to earth his finger was inside her and he was gazing at her, gauging her response.
    She groaned, the fiery pleasure blossoming, and she heard herself cry out as she tumbled over again.
    As she attempted to catch her breath and calm her wildly beating heart, Nicholas took her face between his hands and rained kisses across it as he whispered that he loved her. Her heart constricted with love for him, but her pussy radiated savage, overwhelming need for more, more of Nicholas. She tried to speak, to tell him of her love and of her wild desire, but she could not put the words together.
    He just smiled and stood and shoved his shoes and socks off. When he began to unbutton his shirt, she realized that although she’d never before found it particularly sexy to watch a man undress, she did now. Fascinated, she watched as Nicholas pulled off the shirt—buttons