Live Wire by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

stared up at him, watching the wild blue of his eyes, darker, gleaming brighter than she had ever seen them.
    “Beautiful.” The sound of his voice was thicker, harsher as he came to his knees before her spread thighs. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
    She shook her head. She had never seen herself as beautiful. She had never believed she was beautiful. But at this moment, she felt, at the very least, pretty in his eyes. When he stared at her as though he were starving for the taste of her, his cock thick and hard, flushed, the head dark and throbbing as he came to his knees between her thighs.
    “How pretty,” he murmured, reaching out to run his fingers over the bare folds of flesh.
    For a second, nervousness edged at the arousal that had her dazed, almost uncomprehending.
    She could see his absorption with the fact that there were no curls there, that her skin was softer, smoother than it would have been if she waxed or shaved.
    Naturally bare. She had been bred to have no pubic hair. Her father had known the child he wanted, and he had chosen the perfect woman to conceive that child. And one of his requirements had been a woman whose genetics lacked the gene for pubic hair.
    That thought, the memory of that past, threatened the pleasure wrapping around her.
    Then he parted the folds, slid against the entrance, and two fingers pressed inside her.
    Immediately her hips jerked, sensation slamming through her womb, her clit, rocking through her system with an overload of pleasure.
    “So ready for me,” he said hoarsely as he came over her, his fingers sliding free as he gripped his cock and tucked the engorged crest against the entrance.
    “Jordan.” She could feel him, thick and heavy, prepared to penetrate as her lashes fluttered in pleasure.
    “It’s okay, baby. Everything’s okay.”
    He pressed tighter.
    She had waited so long. For so long she had felt teased out of her mind, desperate to have him touch her, hold her, and it was finally happening. Finally, the aching need that had tormented her for so long would be eased. At least for tonight.
    Her hands lifted, her fingers gripping his hard biceps as he began to enter her, stretching her, burning her.
    Her nails dug into his arms, her hips lifting, lowering, working his flesh deeper inside her as her gaze locked with his.
    “Perfect,” he whispered. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck me back.”
    Tehya shook her head as she felt her juices gather and gush at the eroticism of the command, the sound of his voice, so rich and husky. She was captivated by him, dazed by the surfeit of pleasure rushing through her.
    Surging closer, she gasped, bit her lip. He was so thick, so hard, the shaft was almost bruising as it impaled her, separating her intimate flesh and forging inside each time she thrust upward.
    Her thighs spread wider, each sensation merging into the one before it, building, coalescing into such sharp, fragmented shards of ecstatic sensation that by time he took control of her and forged in to the hilt, she was crying out with need, begging for ease.
    “Look, Tey.” His gaze sliced from hers as he glanced down her body, pulling her gaze to the point where they met where his body disappeared into hers.
    The swollen folds of her pussy were parted, glistening with wetness, cupping, enfolding the base of the hard shaft penetrating her.
    The sight of it had a punch of pleasure tearing through her womb. It jerked her hips tighter against his, lodged his cock harder inside her, the head rubbing against the overstretched depths of her vagina.
    She was gripping his cock, flexing involuntarily around the hard flesh. She wanted to hold him just like this forever.
    As she watched, he eased back, revealing the glistening shaft until only the thickened crest remained, before pushing back inside her, slowly, deeply. The flared head stroked over ultrasensitive nerve endings, rasped against excited flesh, and sent a flood of sensations racing