LusitanianStud by Francesca St. Claire Read Free Book Online Page B

“Those aren’t clothes.” He only shrugged
before he kissed my ankle, then the top part of my foot. I began breathing hard
and gasped when, with his gaze steady on mine, he wrapped his lips around my
big toe. The sensation was so deliciously sensual and exquisite I shuddered and
moaned as I clutched the sheet. With my eyes half shut I watched Diogo remove
my shorts and panties, then his own clothes and shoes. He was fully aroused and
it was a beautiful sight to behold. Long and thick, his cock sprang up above a
pair of strong hairy legs and below a flat stomach I so anxiously wanted to get
my hands on. I tugged my top over my head and leaned back on my elbows.
    Diogo kneeled, completely still, by my feet and I watched his
cock jut up proudly. I licked my upper lip and stroked his shaft with my toes.
He climbed swiftly over me and I opened my legs for him, the reaction coming so
naturally, as if we’d been together just the night before.
    He belonged between my legs. I belonged in his bed. I was as
certain of this as I was that my heart belonged to him. And always had.
    Retrieving a condom from the side table, Diogo kept his gaze
on my naked body as he sheathed himself. “You’re still the most beautiful woman
in the world to me,” he said as he finished slipping on the condom.
    The words were music to my ears. I wanted to be beautiful
for him. I wanted to be everything to him, as I’d been once before. “You’re
beautiful too.”
    Diogo chortled and slid up to kiss me on the mouth, then
glided down to take a nipple into his mouth.
    I moaned as I clutched his head.
    His fingers slipped over my mound, parting my folds to
stroke my clit. I moaned louder and longer.
    “Mmm, so swollen and ready for me,” he croaked before taking
the other nipple, his fingers applying just the right pressure to my clit,
quickly arousing me to a maddening frenzy.
    “Diogo!”
    “I know. I want you too.”
    Then he kissed me hard, his words echoing in my head. I had
his lust—always had—but today I needed more. I just had to show him how I loved
him and hoped to rekindle his past love for me.
    Diogo deepened the kiss and groaned. “You’re driving me
insane with need, Sarah, and I won’t last if we don’t slow down.”
    Dizzy, my pulse hammering in my temple, I could hardly catch
my breath as I gripped him tighter, need, hunger and love driving me.
    “Take me, Diogo. Take me now!”
    He thrust a finger inside me and I jerked up. “Oh, you’re so
wet already,” he rasped.
    “Yes,” I hissed. “Hurry!”
    “Okay.” He pushed my legs apart, bent over me and I pulled
him closer for another lingering kiss. As his tongue thrust inside my mouth he
placed his cock at the entrance of my wet tunnel and slowly pushed in.
    Oh my God! I moaned loudly. “Oh so good!”
    Diogo withdrew until just the head of his cock was nestled
in my opening, then he thrust deeper, harder than before. I raised my legs and
wrapped them around his waist, changing the angle so he could go deeper. I
watched his eyes drift shut, his face a picture of bliss as he moved
relentlessly in and out of me, groaning as heat rose to his face and dew
covered his golden skin. And then I too closed my eyes and let myself go,
holding on to his rigid arms, crying out when he hit the spot that brought me
to the edge. “Yes, yes, right there. Oooh,” I whimpered.
    Diogo obliged as he too got closer and closer, his frantic
thrusts and his continuous groans heralding his impending orgasm. Lifting my
leg, he put it over his shoulder, again changing the angle of penetration and I
cried out loud, the sensation achingly wonderful. Reaching down, Diogo rubbed a
thumb over my clit and I went flying over the edge, screaming, taking him along
with me, his whole body jerking and quaking as he came.
    “Oh damn , Sarah!” His arms buckled and he collapsed
on me, panting.
    I lay limp against the cushions for a few moments before I
opened my eyes and stared at the beautiful