Naughty Bits 2 by Megan Hart, Saskia Walker, Charlotte Featherstone, Portia Da Costa, Cathryn Fox, Lilli Feisty, Elliot Mabeuse, Jenesi Ash Read Free Book Online Page A

echoing strangely in our frowsty little nest. He tightens his arms around me again, and snuggles me close. The heat under all this bedding is really quite oppressive, but the sensation of safety, and of being cared for, more than makes up for that.
    And the fact that he’s still erect, and his delicious penis ispushing against my belly and weeping warm, silky fluid, makes matters infinitely more interesting and sensual.
    â€œYes…” I whisper, adjusting myself to rub against him and let him know that my fear of the storm hasn’t killed my desire for him. In fact, the more I feel that long, hard, fabulous tower of flesh against my skin, the less I seem to be noticing the muffled booming of the thunder.
    â€œWell, we’ll have to pop out sooner or later, or we’ll suffocate.” He pauses, then chuckles. “And I’m going to need some air if I’m going to make love to you properly. A guy needs plenty of wind in his lungs for a good performance.”
    As if by magic, the next roll of thunder sounds much more muted, more distant. And the one after that even more so, far less fierce.
    â€œI think I’ll be all right now.” I place my hand flat against his belly, then slide on down. When I fold my fingers around his prick, he gasps and tugs at the quilt, so we emerge.
    â€œAre you sure? It could still come back again. We could wait a little while, if you’d like.”
    He’s still concerned, thoughtful, caring. Even though his penis is like a bar of fire in my hand, and the satin flow of pre-come is yet more copious.
    â€œI don’t think I can wait.”
    It’s true. My own body is flowing for him, too. I’m wetter than a river down below. The thunder chunters again in the background, and though I flinch, my need for Christian is far greater than my remaining fears.
    I part my legs and he gets the message and starts to touch me, his fingertip settling lightly, yet with authority, on my clit.
    The pleasure comes quickly, as wild and elemental as the storm, and just as electric. Within seconds, I’m climaxing hard, rocked by the intense, hungry spasms in my sex, and fighting a battle with myself not to grip Christian’s cock too roughly.
    But he just laughs kindly, and pushes toward me while I pulse and pulse.
    When I get my breath back, I stare at him as he looms over me in the low light from the bedside lamp. I’m still holding his erect penis, but there’s more than sex in his eyes. They’re dark yet brilliant, a chiaroscuro of turbulent emotions. They seem to say so much, yet the message is still scrambled, unclear. I sense some of it, and it takes my breath away again.
    â€œI want to make love to you.” His voice is husky, low, intent. “No spanking, no mind games, no ropes or bondage. Not tonight.”
    I don’t know what to say, but he seems to read my thoughts. He gives me a little smile, then rolls away from me for a moment and pulls open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, and fishes around in it without looking. It takes next to no searching to produce a foil-wrapped condom. He puts it into my free hand.
    My fingers shake as I dress him in it, rolling the superthin latex over his silky skin and encasing the iron-hard strength of his erection. When he’s covered, I hesitate.
    What will he want? His usual position? Taking me from behind?
    I start to roll into position, but he stops me, a firm but gentle hand on my flank.
    He smiles, pushes me flat against the mattress and then parts my legs and moves swiftly and elegantly between them.
    For a moment, he just rests there, the head of his cock nestling tantalizingly at my opening, almost quiescent.
    â€œI’ve so been wanting to do this,” he says, his eyes grave. “Wanting it, but knowing I shouldn’t.”
    I want to say why not? But I think I know why.
    Games of spanking and bondage are just that. Games. Beautiful and life-enhancing. Sexual