Fournicopia by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online

come over for you to make me dinner.”
    “Then why did you come?”
    Gus looked at the hands clutching his knees and blew out a deep breath. “I couldn’t stay away.” He shot her a glance. “If I’m goin’ too fast, just tell me and I’ll go.”
    Her slow smile lit up her face. “Someone told me there aren’t any real rules. So, no, you’re not going too fast.”
    Relieved, he let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s funny. We’ve seen each other naked, but I don’t have a clue how to talk to you.”
    “How about I make this easier?” She scooted closer and raised one hand to touch his face.
    When she tipped up her chin, he leaned toward her and kissed her. It started sweet. And that’s really all he meant to do, but the hand he wasn’t watching touched his thigh. She trailed her fingers upward, met the hardening ridge of his cock and lingered.
    Not breaking the kiss, he cupped her hand and held it against him, tightening his grip to encourage her to explore. “It’s all yours,” he whispered against her mouth before sinking into a deeper kind of kiss.
    Tongues met and dueled. Lips suctioned. Before he knew it, she eased over his lap, and he held her still atop his erection, glorying in the feel of her weight wriggling on top of him.
    This time, she rose for air. “Think you’d like that bed under my back?”
    “Might be less dangerous.”
    Her mouth stretched, but that didn’t stop the kiss that followed. He lunged up from the couch, his arms beneath her back and knees. “Point,” he said, then sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.
    Aislinn laughed and pointed toward an open doorway. “Through there,” she said, gasping when he nibbled her chin.
    Watching out of the corner of his eye, he continued to kiss her, his heartbeat escalating to a steady, insistent throbbing in his ears.
    When he was inside the bedroom, he strode straight for the bed and lowered her, not letting her go until he had her under him.
    “Might be easier without all these clothes,” she whispered.
    He reared up, stripped his shirt over his head and quickly unbuckled his belt.
    She scrambled backward, lifting her top, shoving down her jeans, taking her panties with them. When she was nude, it took her pointed stare at his crotch to get him to hurry through the finish, but not before he pulled a condom from his pocket.
    Nude at last, they lay on their sides, hands gliding over hot skin, breaths catching then gusting. She took the packet from him, ripped it open and rolled it down his length. “This one fits.”
    Impatient to touch and taste her sweet skin, he palmed a breast, rasped the tip with his thumb, then scooted down to take it in his mouth. Sucking hard, he let his hand wander farther down, touching her taut abdomen, circling a fingertip in her bellybutton before he scraped downward again and sank his fingers between her thighs.
    Aislinn slid her thigh over his, giving him access. “And here I thought I was the only one wondering how we’d keep the conversation going.”
    “I think better when I’m busy.” He scooted down again, kissing his way to her pussy then burrowing his tongue to find her clit while he sank two fingers into her wet cunt. “God, I love the feel of you, Aislinn. It’s like hot fucking silk.”
    She dug her fingers into his scalp and rolled to her back.
    He followed, not relenting, flicking his tongue, his mouth suckling on the swelling knot. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about the taste of you.”
    A laugh shook her. “Not the thing I’d have guessed you’d remember most.”
    “Why not? You’re so wet. Smell so goddamn hot.”
    “Hot has a smell?”
    He snorted. “It does now.” Withdrawing, he clamped three fingers together and pushed them inside.
    She moaned. “You’ve got big damn fingers, Officer Taggert.”
    “Is that a complaint?”
    “Hell, no, but I’d like something even bigger.”
    “Promised myself I’d eat you ’til you came.” He pulled free and crawled up her