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 B

fun.
    But this, this is serious. This is more.
    I sense a different kind of bond breaking as he enters me.It’s a restriction. An artificial barrier we’ve set between ourselves, and it’s shattered now.
    All is open. All is honest, dangerous but wonderful.
    â€œI love you,” he says quietly, then starts to thrust.
    I can’t speak, but I show him with my body that I feel the same. By holding him in my arms as tightly as I can while still allowing him to move. By hooking my legs around his body, and undulating my hips to press against him.
    If only I could mold our two forms so closely together that we could become one, be inside each other’s skin.
    We rock and surge against each other, our heated perspiration almost fusing us in the way I crave. Christian’s thrusts are short, shallow, urgent, almost desperate. He braces himself on one arm for leverage, and clasps me tightly to him with the other, his fingers digging into my flesh, not in cruelty but in possession and fierce need.
    The joining is manic, almost animal, and yet at the same time soaring and transcendent. Holding him, being held and owned and fucked by him, I’m aware of my life changing as my flesh throbs with pleasure and clutches at his.
    I gasp those three words, too, as my future changes shape.
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    In the morning, the park outside is fresh and clean and bright with sunshine. It’s like a brand-new world after the storms of last night, a tangled paradise as I stare out from the window.
    On the mantelpiece, Christian’s clock reads a little after 6:00 a.m., but I’m wide-awake, anticipating a busy day ahead. I’ve so much to do and I don’t know how to start.
    So instead, I return to bed…and my man.
    We said very little last night. Our bodies spoke for us. But this morning, I have to confirm not just my hopes and fears but my beloved’s.
    I know he probably wants what I want, but will his ancestral notions of duty and honor stop him from taking it? He mightfeel he has to set aside his needs for what he thinks is best for me.
    Time to persuade him that he can’t live without me.
    Lifting the sheet that covers him, I feast my eyes on his magnificent body for a few moments, loving his tousled hair and the faintly sweaty early-morning aroma of his skin. His patrician face looks younger in repose, and his long, lush eyelashes are two dark fans against his cheekbones.
    I wonder whether to bend down and take his cock in my mouth. It’s already thickening, as if it’s awake even if Christian himself isn’t quite yet.
    But instead, I try something different. Lying down against him I press my bottom against his thighs, and then draw his sleeping hand against its rounded shape, hoping he’ll respond.
    Yours , I think as his fingers automatically curve and cup me. Yours until the end of time, to spank and play with at your leisure .
    â€œYou do know what you’re asking for, doing that, don’t you?”
    His voice is sleepy, yet still full of masculine power. He squeezes my cheeks briskly, already waking and ready for his treat.
    â€œUm…yes, I think so.”
    â€œYou know, there isn’t really time, my love.” There’s regret there, but it’s tempered with typical British stoicism. As if he’s bracing himself already for what he dreads. “Isn’t your taxi coming at eight? Shouldn’t you be packing?”
    I can’t speak. Now that I have to tell him about my decision, I’m scared. I know I’ve read him right, and I know he cares, but still….
    â€œI’m not going.”
    There’s a long silence. His hands are still upon me, but they’re quiescent.
    And then he laughs. And squeezes again.
    â€œYou’re a very silly girl. You know that, don’t you?”
    â€œYeah, I do know it…but it doesn’t change things.” I pressmyself back into his hold. “I’ve decided that I like rain, and