Learning Curves by Cathryn Fox Read Free Book Online

sweet torment.
    “Stay still,” he commanded.
    She stopped moving, and her reward was swift. He pumped his finger into her, and she lost herself in the steady rhythm of the glorious thrusting motions. His finger pounded, stroked deeper, harder, its only purpose to give her pleasure.
    She quaked violently, her brain barely able to process when he pushed another finger inside her. She whimpered and rocked against him, the duel pleasure of tongue and fingers moving in synch far more amplified without the sense of sight. She rocked, and pitched forward, tension rising, coming to a peak.
    Oh God, this was so worth the wait.
    She drew deep gulping breaths as his fingers owned her, plunging in slick strokes, his tongue cruel and delicious against her clit. It was the most erotic thing ever. Her skin grew tighter, and she pushed against his face, ravenous, needy, a filthy display of want. His burning mouth pressed harder, and her thighs trembled.
    “Fuck my fingers.”
    Her sex squeezed at his words, each slippery stroke sparking her nerve endings. “Yes,” she cried out. To hell with modesty. She gripped his head and jammed it against her sex, needing him to ravage, feast, and devour every inch of her.
    “Don’t stop,” she said, rushing to get the words out. He sucked her clit into his mouth. “That. Please.”
    Consume me.
    Dizzy heat seared through her. She gasped and he moaned. Holy shit, he was enjoying this as much as she was. Her head fell back as he pressed his tongue and teeth on the sensitive nub. All her senses left her. Words wouldn’t form in her mind as her body let go. Intense pleasure began at her core and rippled outward until she nearly blacked out. Her sex clenched hard around his fingers as he wrung an orgasm from her.
    “Linc.”
    “I’ve got you,” he said. “Take what you need.”
    Drowning in sensations, she let go of her dress. It fell over his head, making this feel so much naughtier, sexier. She reached under her dress and raked her fingers through his hair, his strong arms keeping her afloat as she rode out the ebbs and flows.
    Her voice thinned to a whisper, and she whimpered, “Yes…” She sagged against the rail, Linc still between her legs, his fingers running along her folds, excruciatingly slow, as he kissed her soft curls.
    She drew a breath and opened her eyes to find him sliding back up her body. She put her hands on his face, her heart crashing, her body still humming. “I can’t believe I’ve gone without that for so long.”
    He chuckled. “If you liked that, wait until I slide my cock in you.”
    Damn, she loved it when dirty words came out of his mouth. “Show me.”
    His mouth found hers. Their tongues joined and tangled as one of his hands went to her hair. He pulled the pins, letting her mess of curls fall down her back. He fisted it and murmured into her mouth. “You are so damn sexy.”
    She hadn’t felt this wanted…okay, ever. “When you talk to me like that,” she whispered, her heart tripping up a bit. Dammit, the only thing she was supposed to feel this weekend was his body. “You make me feel…really wanted.”
    He pushed his cock against her. “So much, it’s all I can do not to rip this dress off you and fuck the hell out of you right now. It’s all I can do to take it slow.”
    “Slow is overrated.” She ripped at his shirt. “I need you now.”
    He captured her hands and shoved them behind her back, pinning her to the rail with his hips. “You’ll have me. Believe me, you have me. I want your hands on my cock more than anything, but first you need to touch yourself.” She sucked in a breath and held it as he stepped back to look her over. A dark perusal that felt more erotic than a caress. “I want you out of this dress.”
    Rough hands grabbed her around the waist and turned her. Her whole body trembled at the sound of her zipper opening. Linc’s warm knuckles slid over her spine, and her body burned hotter when he unhooked her bra with