Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 by Jennifer Skully, Jasmine Haynes Read Free Book Online Page A

mattress.
           Jud toed off his shoes, and otherwise still
fully clothed, climbed up beside her, blocking any reflection. His first act
was to drizzle champagne into the hollow of her throat, then lick it away
before it dripped onto the bed, sucking her flesh into his mouth.
           He looked at her. “Everything will taste
like peaches.”
           “Maybe, maybe not. You’ve got a lot more to
taste.”
           He tipped the glass to splatter her nipple.
The cool liquid sent a jolt through her and made her realize how hot her skin
was, how rosy and flushed.
           “You have gorgeous, perfect breasts,” he
whispered, the warmth of his breath in sharp contrast to the cool champagne.
           Then he did his best to clean her up,
licking like a cat at a bowl of cream before he pulled her nipple into his
mouth. He drew hard on her, almost to the point of pain, but so good her hips
rose from the bed and moisture spilled through her body.
           “Still peaches,” he murmured against her
breast.
           “Try the other one.”
           He did, with the same result. This time her
hands skimmed down her sides to meet the sensual roll of her hips.
           He poured champagne into her belly button.
She turned to the mirror to admire the sight of his dark head bent over her.
           As if he felt her movement, he reached up
to tap her cheek. “Close your eyes and just feel.”
           “But the mirror enhances everything.”
           He lapped at her belly button, then rested
his chin lightly on her abdomen. “The brain is the biggest sex organ. Close
your eyes and imagine the sight.”
           She did as he requested. Behind her eyelids,
she visualized his long fingers lightly stroking her thigh, his sensuous mouth
caressing her stomach, his tongue dipping into the crease of her belly. The
sensations heightened with her imagination, a dual effect. Her tension soared,
and her hips rotated against the bed. Almost as if she could anticipate his
next move, her legs parted moments before his hand strolled to her curls.
           The first touch on her pussy was electric,
a shock rushing through that had her pushing up against his fingers. Then his hand
was gone, though the tickle of his dress shirt still tantalized her skin as he
shifted. Cold liquid hit her mound, then sizzled down her center, only moments
later to be heated by the warmth of his tongue and his fingers parting her
folds. He lapped, sucked, teased, and she shot out of herself, close to coming
in a matter of seconds.
           He read her body’s reactions and whispered,
“Not yet.” Then he blew gently on her hot flesh.
           She writhed against the touch, which wasn’t
really a touch at all. “More,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.” Her ears
buzzed, her blood pressure climbing. She wanted to come, she needed it so
badly, nothing else mattered.
           He rose up above her, the rasp of his
clothing against her like an electric current traveling her skin. Glass chinked
on the side table, then the drawer slid in its track.
           “Keep your eyes closed and roll onto your
stomach.”
           She did, the bedclothes strumming her
overheated skin. Without sight, her body’s awareness of him enhanced each
touch, each whisper of sound. She was beyond trying to figure out what he was
doing, she only wanted it, whatever it was he planned.
           With a few well-placed taps, he got her to
rise to her knees and tucked a pillow beneath her belly. His fingers circled
her clit, shooting her to the orgasmic plane once more, then he eased back to
her rear.
           “Open up for me.”
           The heat of his body melted her from the
inside out. She pushed her ass higher and spread her legs. Warm lube caressed
her anus. He smoothed it forward, teasing her clitoris only to slip away once
more. She contracted deep inside, her body almost coming on its