Needing Nita by Norah Wilson Read Free Book Online Page B

face. Mine , she marveled. Not for a night. Not for a month. For keeps.
    “Are you waiting for a pretty please?”
    “It couldn’t hurt.”
    “Then pretty please, lover. Come to me.”
    Barely able to contain the bubble of joy in her chest, she pounced on him, laughing. He grunted as he caught her, but absorbed her weight easily.
    She pushed herself to her knees, straddling him.
    “Gee, you don’t seem at all tired,” he observed.
    “Not at all.” She bent to kiss him, and he slid his hands up her back, his palms hard and urgent, yet tender. “In fact, why don’t you let me do all the work? We never did get around to that last night. It was going to be next if I hadn’t fallen asleep.”
    He laughed. “Baby, it would have had to have been next last night. You wore me out.”
    “Mmmmm.” She squirmed lower, bringing her bare sex into contact with his erection, straining beneath his clothing. “You seem to have recovered.”
    “It’s a miracle.” He reached up to cup her breasts.
    It was a miracle, she thought. Miraculous that he loved her. Miraclulous that she was poised on the brink of taking that tumble herself.
    “Well, if you’re going to do all the work, you can start by digging a condom out of my left front pocket. Unless you’ve already made up your mind about the kids or no kids thing?”
    “No way. I don’t even know if you snore yet, remember?” She rolled off him, slid her hand in his pocket and came out with a condom. “I know I said I’d do all the work, but I don’t think I can get you out of those clothes without your cooperation. You’re too big.”
    “Oh, baby, I’ll cooperate.”
    In ten seconds flat, he was a naked and flat on his back in the middle of her bed. She stood there a moment, holding her breath. Fully engorged, his cock nudged his flat, muscled stomach. She let out the breath she’d been holding. “At any time last night, did I mention how wet I get at the sight of that?”
    His erection jerked as though she’d physically stroked him.
    “Maybe a time or two,” he managed.
    Smiling, she grasped his member, dragging a sharp inhalation from him as she closed her fingers loosely around him. Then she bent and laid her tongue on the base of his cock, licking it all the way to the tip in one broad, flat stroke.
    “Ahhhh!”
    Feeling her own internal muscles clenching with excitement, she closed her mouth over his glans and began describing figure eights with her tongue, savoring his salty-sweet taste.
    “Nita!” His hands fisted in her hair, holding her head at his groin for long moments as she sucked and licked him like a lollipop. Then he pulled her away. “I think you’d better get that condom on me.”
    He was right. She needed him inside her. Now. She sheathed him quickly. Straddling him again, she guided the blunt tip of his cock into her slickness. Lowering herself slowly, she savored the sense of fullness as she stretched to accommodate him.
    “God, that’s good,” she said. Balancing herself with her hands on his chest, she rose up again, taking a little more of him on the downswing. As mind-blowing as orgasm was, she loved this just as much, the initial shocking thrill of full penetration. On that thought, she sank the rest of the way, taking his shaft to the root, impaling herself. She cried out with the pleasure of it, and Craig bucked beneath her, grasping her hips and surging up into her.
    “No.” She flattened her palm on his chest. “Let me.”
    His hands dropped from her hips to her thighs.
    She proceeded to rock herself to orgasm. When she finally stopped spasming around him, she realized he had held himself motionless. Damn, he was still hard, still buried deep inside her!
    “Why didn’t you come with me?”
    “Because I think you can come again.”
    He sat up, opening his legs and drawing hers up so she sat cradled in his lap, their bodies still joined. The position brought them chest to chest, face to face.
    “You are so beautiful,”