Not For Sharing (Romance with Sizzle) by Kenzi Costello Read Free Book Online Page B

assures me that due to Ethan’s dubious behaviour, I would be fully exonerated
for any misconduct. My conscience on the other hand, condemns my weakness.
    He sweeps
over the margin of my hips and waist and reaches the cheeks of my behind. He
strokes them, grasping at my flesh. I feel my skin rising in goose-bumps,
tingling with a cold shiver.
    His hands
slide around to my stomach and circle my belly-button. When his fingers brush
down to my panties, gently running under the rim, I agonise over whether I
should allow him access to an area that had, until now, been exclusive to
Ethan. I shift my position slightly, sliding my legs over one another in
arousal, and an indistinct murmur leaves my lips. It’s enough to alert him that
I am semi-awake.
    Maybe I’m
having a brief encounter rather than a sordid one night stand? Yes, that sounds
much more poetic. Or maybe I’m back to defending my shameful behaviour
again.
    His hand slips
down the front of my panties and dips inside them, his hot breath wafting down
my neck in short bursts. He glides his fingers over my mound and between my
thighs, their clamminess affirming my arousal, whetting his appetite further.
    He tugs down
at my underwear, my only protection, eager to continue his intrusion. I
re-position myself to make his job easier. My co-operation disturbs and thrills
me at the same time as his touch begins to feel more and more like erotic agony.
He yanks them off sharply at my ankles, discarding them to the floor. I begin
to palpitate; the muggy air is stifling me. It’s difficult to say whether I’m
having a panic attack or just feeling a surge of delirium. I find that despite my
distress I still long for his embrace, I long to feel womanly again, to feel
desired. What I find more frightening is that in reality, I want him to corrupt
me.
    As soon as
my panties touch the floor, he is descending under the sheets. I can’t remember
the last time I had received oral but it had been long enough for me to realise
how much I missed it. He begins to softly pat his lips against my stomach,
trailing down the centre of my belly-button. He traces his tongue around my
pubic bone, clothing it in sweet moisture, each lick singeing my skin and I
moan with a randy affliction.
    His velvety kisses encircle my
pelvis, and he tentatively draws apart my legs. He slides his arms underneath
them and stretches up to grip my hips. His mouth reaches down to my inner thighs,
lingering on their damp flesh and then nuzzling his head in tight between them,
inhaling deeply. His slight stubble grazes lightly against my skin; each
prickle kindles the fire blazing though my body.
    I’m about
to spontaneously combust.
    My recent
Hollywood wax has stripped my mound to reveal a silky smoothness and as he
explores my pounding groin, his hums of contentment announce his appreciation
at my intimate grooming. He laps the dripping wetness around my lips, and then with
a slow gentle pressure he teases me with his tongue, suckling me into his
hungry mouth. My back arcs involuntarily and my hands grasp fiercely at the
sheets beneath me, gathering them up in my fists. My enjoyment continues longer
than I have experienced before.
    ‘Oh my
Lord,’ I scream in my head , ‘this man must be breathing through his
ears! How long can he stay down there?’
    My hips
begin to flex as I hanker for more and more of this heavenly sensation. I’m
feeling on the brink but preferring to prolong my body’s craving for satiation,
(self-discipline learnt from Ethan) I tug at my lover’s cropped hair,
signalling for him to rise up.
    Instead, he
moves further down the bed pulling harshly at my legs. I disappear under the
sheets. I feel claustrophobic and a little anxious. W hat the hell is he
doing? He drags me down until my legs are hanging over the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, he flips me forcibly onto my stomach and then throws the sheets to
the side. He pushes his hands between the middle of my thighs to spread my legs
wide