His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) by Emma Thorne Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth. I could taste myself, it was acidic and salty and it made me want to be fucked hard.
    “You taste like sex,” I said, my head rolling back onto the softness of the bed.
    “You are sex,” he said, his lips against mine. “I need to be inside you.”
    “Please Mr. Amador.”
    “Legs together. Hands over your head.”
    I nodded my body tingling with excitement and need. Marco walked around the side of the bed and reached for my hands extending them over my head, scooting me towards one of the bedposts. With my eyes closed, I could think of nothing but him, his voice, his body, his touch. I felt that I existed for this. My body was made to respond to his voice, to his command, to his call. I no longer cared about keeping my love life uncomplicated; I no longer cared about my failed New Year’s resolution the only thing I wanted right then was Marco Amador. Was this love? I didn’t know, this was need, this was sex, this was the rawest form of fucking I’d ever experience and I wanted more. He’d tasted me, he’d teased me now I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t move.
    “I want to own you tonight Ms. Starr,” he whispered. One of his hands moved up my blouse rubbing against my hardening nipples. “But I’m afraid we have a problem. You are wearing far too many clothes.”
    “I’m sorry Mr. Amador,” I said, reaching for the buttons.
    “No, let me,” he said grabbing the edge of my blouse. He hesitated and looked at me. “Shall we do this the fast way or the slow way.” He grinned wickedly, one eyebrow raised.
    “Fast,” I said, putting my hand on top of his. “Rip it. Rip it now. Please.”
    “Good answer,” he said, grabbing my blouse and tearing the remaining buttons open. Then his mouth was on mine, and his hand was between my legs pressing softly against my still throbbing pulse. It was almost painful to be so stimulated after coming so quickly. Marco’s kisses were electric pulses of energy racing through my body, lighting me up in all the right places. This was the most delicious making out, this was my body aching for more. We pulled apart at last gasping and breathless.
    “Sit up,” He said, his fingers on the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it with one hand. My breasts exposed he dropped his mouth to my chest his tongue running towards my nipples. He explored each breast with his hands and his tongue sucking and biting with just enough pressure. My head rocked back and I raised my hips up in the air legs spreading. Marco was playing with me perfectly. I was naked and exposed but I didn’t feel powerless I felt empowered to let go, to be free, to spread my legs and moan and drip with wetness and please him. In pleasing him, I would be pleased. I wanted to moan for him, to come for him. I needed to be fucked, badly.
    “May I ask you a question Mr. Amador?” I asked, between kisses. I could feel another orgasm building as he caressed my nipples and my clit.
    “Yes, you may,” he said, grinning. I think he was as pleased as I at how quickly we’d embraced these roles.
    “Would you like me to take your clothes off now?”
    “Yes, please Ms. Starr.” He sat up and stood at the edge of the bed. I moved towards him, running my hands along the waistband of his jeans and slid my fingers up his chest. I stripped off his black turtleneck running my hands along his smooth tan chest and his beautifully inked arm.
    We stopped kissing for a moment and I undid the button of his jeans pulling them down over his hips. I got off the bed and turned him around so I could help him step out of each leg.
    He stood in front of me wearing black fitted boxers. His erection pushed against the front of his underwear. I took my hand and placed it against his throbbing hardness pressing softly up and down as I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. He responded rocking against my hand and pressing his tongue between my lips. Then my arms were around his lower back and he held me, our lips fused together. For a