Ecstasy by Bella Andre Read Free Book Online

now, having held her globes in his hands, even only for a moment through her thin, damp cotton shirt, he knew himself for the fool he was.
    Candace was definitely at D cup. At least.
    Slipping his hands between the plush velvet coverlet and her shirt, he hooked his thumbs up under the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her tits. As he pushed the shirt past her nipples and the tips of his fingers covered her tits, he heard her rapid intake of breath and almost came in his jeans. He was already breathing like he had run a marathon.
    “Put your arms up,” he whispered into her ear and as she obeyed him he slid the tank top off of her body and threw it to the floor.
    Candace turned her head to face him, but he already had a plan of action and was not going to let her deter him. Putting his hands on her rib cage, he lifted her torso slightly off of the bed so that her nipples were just barely touching the velvet.
    “I’m going to rub your tits against the cover and I want you to focus all of your attention on how good it feels.”
    She nodded, just barely, showing him she understood. He pressed his groin into her ass, which pressed her mound into the velvet. He separated her legs with one of his and her juices soaked through the denim covering his legs. Roughly, so she could feel the coarse fabric pull and tug against her tender lips, he moved his thigh up and down against her.
    Tightening his hold on her ribcage, he lifted her torso up just high enough that her nipples floated just above the velvet cover. “Your breasts are the only thing in the world that matters, Candy. Forget about my thigh rubbing between you legs. Forget about how much you want to turn around wrap your legs around my waist.”
    She groaned and tried to protest, so he squeezed her ribs tighter in his strong hands.
    “Do as I say,” he said forcefully. “It’s for your own good.”
    Candace’s body tensed underneath him for a split second before her hips started to buck wildly against his leg. She was coming again, convulsing helplessly against his leg. His mouth curved up into a steamy look of satisfaction as he drove his thigh against her pussy and gave her what she wanted.
    The fierce rocking of her lower body blew dozens of rose petals off of the bed, into the air and onto the floor.
    The mingled scents of her pleasure and the rose petals were a fragrance he knew he would never be able to forget.
    But he still hadn’t forgotten his goal. Before they left the room, before lesson one had come to its incredible, unforgettable end, he wanted her to realize just how sensitive a woman’s breasts were, so that she could write powerful sex scenes in her books that left no part of the female body unexplored.
    He almost laughed aloud as he realized what a poor job he was doing of fooling himself that he cared one whit about her writing skills at this moment as he lay over her, his fingers mere inches from her tits, his leg practically jammed up inside her cunt.
    They could offer him the fuckin’ Pulitzer Prize right now and he wouldn’t care. Frankly, what he was doing in his guest bedroom—what he and Candace were doing together—had nothing to do with writing and everything to do with sex. And he wanted Candace to experience sex in its most heightened form. With him.
    Still holding her rib cage in his large hands, he began to slide her torso ever so slightly back and forth, so just the tips of her breasts were rubbing up against the velvet fabric on the bed. He thought about turning her over and taking her tits into his mouth and sucking them, nipping them until she was crying out again, and he barely kept his own needs reined in. But what kind of teacher would he be if he changed the lesson plan mid-way just because his cock was about to explode in his pants?
    He heard her whimper again and he knew she had fallen ever so slightly back down to earth from her explosive orgasm, so he leaned forward and whispered again in her ear, “You’re going