Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) by Bella Andre Read Free Book Online Page A

ear,
“You’re going to come again, sweetheart. Any minute now, you’re
going to feel the way the velvet caresses your rock-hard nipples.
You’re going to realize that your breasts are the center of
everything.”
    She started to say, “Charlie, I,” but he cut
her off saying, “Shh. I don’t want you to talk to me. I want you to
feel.”
    He wrapped his left forearm around her waist,
while still rocking her breasts gently side to side on the velvet
comforter, and ran the fingers of his right hand down from the
bottom of her rib cage, down along her flat stomach, which
convulsed as he lightly touched her skin, to the top of her
mound.
    “Uh uh uh, Candy,” he admonished her when she
strained to move her clit closer to his finger. “What did I tell
you?”
    “My breasts,” she gasped.
    He smiled and moved his fingers down a
millimeter. “That’s right. If you keep doing what I want, I’ll keep
doing what you want.”
    A small sob left her throat, and he knew she
was close, so close that if he so much as touched the tip of her
clit with his fingertip she’d explode again in his hand. He moved
his left arm slightly. He was still holding her torso suspended
from the bed, but now every time he slid her body to the left side
on the velvet her breast slipped into his palm.
    “Charlie!” she moaned and again he had to
fight the urge to rip his jeans off and split her wide open with
his cock.
    He kept his palm open at first, so that all
she felt on her nipple was the callused skin of his open palm. “Are
you focusing on your breasts and only your breasts right now?” he
asked her in a low voice.
    He saw her nod her head and rewarded her by
moving his right hand another millimeter towards her clit. Even
though he was no further than the top of her slit, her juices were
soaking his hand, so he rubbed his fingers around in circles on the
slick skin of her well-waxed mound.
    As he slid her left breast into his palm
again, he held her still and pinched her nipple between his
fingers, rubbing it between his thumb and middle finger. At the
same time he plunged his hand down into her wet, hot cunt and
ground one finger and then two and then the tip of a third into
her.
    She screamed “Charlie!” and the muscles of
her pussy clenched as they tried to hold his fingers hostage.
    When she was still so far gone, still so
entranced by the waves of pleasure washing over her, he took
advantage of her pliability and effortlessly rolled her over onto
her back.
    Looking at her luscious breasts for the first
time, he gasped at her perfection, at her beauty in the
candle-light, surrounded by the deep hues of the silk, satins, and
velvet furnishings.
    Her breasts were lush melons and he knew
immediately that they were entirely real, with no silicone added.
Having felt one of them in the palm of his hand, he knew how
deliciously heavy they were. His mouth watered as he anticipated
tasting them.
    Don’t get ahead of yourself, Charlie ,
he warned himself. He had to stay on track with his lesson plan. All in good time, he told himself. All in good
time .
    Candace’s eyes were just starting to open and
she was trying to refocus them on his face, when he slipped a
length of richly patterned silk fabric off of the bedpost. He
quickly grabbed her right wrist and tied one end of the cloth
around it and the other end about the bedpost. He slid yet another
length of fabric around her left wrist and tied that one up as
well.
    “You’re such a good student we’re moving
straight to lesson two.”
    Her eyebrows scrunched down in an unspoken
question as he splayed her legs and tied up both her ankles to the
nearest bedpost.
    “Varying positions is lesson two.”
    He tied the final bow on her left ankle, then
gave into the losing battle, letting himself lap once at her very
wet, well worked vagina, with his tongue.
    She tried to buck up into his mouth, but he
had tied her just tight enough that she couldn’t move more than an
inch or two off