HeroAdrift_PRC by Desconhecido(a) Read Free Book Online

above her mouth. As she bit into it, she looked into his eyes. In them she saw promises she didn't dare to believe. After she took one bite, he pulled the shrimp away a bit and Abby felt some of the sauce drip onto her bottom lip. She started to lick it away, but he beat her to it, his lips and tongue doing a sensual dance against hers.
    It was astonishing just how sensual it was to be fed this way, with each bite leading to shared hunger and even greater desire. By the time he had reached the last piece of shrimp, Abby was panting with desire and she didn't even take the bite he offered, going straight for his lips instead.
    When they finished the appetizer, she looked at him, aroused and impatient.
    "Abby, my love," he said. "I want to tell you about Miami."
    "Oliver, my love," she repeated, "I want to hear about Miami as well, but first, will you let me love you?"
    He smiled and she knew he was remembering when he'd asked her that question.
    "Yes," he said coming back for another kiss.
    Then he allowed her to stand, but only for a moment before he swung her into his arms.
    "Wait a minute, this is my show," she said on a husky laugh.
    "Oh, I plan to let you do all the work," he replied. "I just wanted to get us a little more comfortable."
    Abby nodded. "Comfort is good."
    He carried her through an apartment that mirrored her own and straight to a neat, if utilitarian, bedroom. The fact he had only just moved in was apparent with the lack of photos and mementos. But when he laid her on the bed and then began to undress, she forgot all about decorations.
    "Wait," she ordered. "That's my job."
    She got on her knees on the mattress and moved to the edge, where she could reach him. He'd undone the top button of his shirt and that's where she began. With each button she undid, she tasted him with her lips and tongue. Soon, his gleaming chest was covered with red lipstick outlines.
    Keeping her touches light, she traced the outline of his nipples, pleased with the way Oliver shivered in response and how the hard buds tasted slightly salty with his desire when she suckled on them. When she removed the shirt completely, baring his chest to her eyes, she frowned at the sight of his scar. She moved closer and placed a gentle kiss on its center. Although he stiffened initially at the touch, he quickly relaxed.
    "You sure you don't want to hear about Miami now?" he asked.
    Abby could hear the desire in his gruff tone. She couldn't explain now with words, but maybe he would understand her actions.
    "Later. We'll have all the time in the world later," she said.
    But Abby's plan wasn't just to kiss the top half of him, as important as that was. Not wanting to be sidetracked, she moved lower. She removed his belt one loop at a time, then unsnapped and unzipped his pants. She got lost for a moment or two exploring the contours of his belly button and the way the line of hair from his chest arrowed down his washboard abs.
    But soon she was back on track and kissing her way down to where his erection rose against the fabric of his briefs. She traced the outline his hard-on made with her tongue and he groaned and put his hands on her head. She thought for a moment he wanted to hold her in place, but he gently pulled her face back from his cock.
    "I want to be inside you tonight when I come," he murmured.
    Abby smiled up at him. "Sounds like just what I had in mind."
    She laced the fingers of her right hand with his left and pulled him down on the bed. He stretched flat on his back and she helped him finish removing his underwear. When Oliver was naked, his cock rising proudly towards his abdomen, she moved off the bed to stand beside it. She could feel the hot lick of desire from his gaze as it passed over her and she shivered.
    Slowly she lowered first one strap of her dress, then the second. She could feel the way her breasts were swelling and knew he could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric draped over her. Keeping her movements