Obsession Down Under by LAYNE MACADAM Read Free Book Online Page A

He reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and watched with eagerness as she shimmied out of the scrap of lace.
    Her big breasts spilled free, creamy, voluptuous, sex goddess breasts he wanted to bury his face in. But before he could, she tugged on the ribbon and released her hair from its confines. The strands fell in wavy disarray, one long silken waterfall of chocolate that draped her shoulders. With a shake of her head, she flicked the curtain of hair over her back, giving him an unimpeded view of dark pink areoles and nipples that stiffened and jutted out under his admiration.
    As if by rote his hands moved to fondle her magnificent twin mounds, but before he could tweak a pebbled bud, she raised a hand.
    “No, Cowboy, this is my show, you’ve had your turn.”
    Her slender hand curled around his cock as she spoke.
    “Relax and enjoy,” she ordered, pushing against his chest as he attempted to rise.
    He’d always been the dominant partner, but letting her run the show was novel, so he gave in out of curiosity and a need to please her.
    As he leaned back against the pillows, she took him in hand and stroked him from root to tip. Her twinkling blue eyes never left his as she pumped his cock. Then she winked, and he stared, mesmerized, as she lowered her face.
    Feather-light and delicate, a mere whisper of dragonfly wings, her lips massaged, working their magic and reducing him to liquid heat. He hadn’t realized he’d groaned until she lifted her head, and he saw the mischievous glint appear in her eyes. He grinned, but when she massaged his balls, and her mouth took an extra-long pull, his eyes rolled back and he almost flew off the mattress. Crikey. Another second of that action, and he’d shoot straight down her throat and that wouldn’t be cricket, not without permission. Besides, he wanted to be tight up inside her the first time he came.
    With care and purpose, he nudged her off his groin. She glanced up and viewed him with inquiring eyes.
    “I want you, babe,” he explained, rolling her onto her back.
    Twitchy as a teenager about to get laid for the first time, he reached into the bedside table and took out one of the condoms he’d placed there the night before.
    She stole it from him and ripped it open with her teeth. “Allow me,” she crooned, propping herself against him and sliding the latex along his entire length. “I’m all yours, Cowboy.”
    A cloudy mass of dark hair spilled like satin across the pillow as she lay back against the linen. Pliable. Totally fuckable. A sacrificial lamb offering herself up on the altar of his desire. He shucked his jeans and briefs and then split her thighs with his big body. “You’re beautiful,” he said, nuzzling her swanlike neck. And he meant it, too. She was beautiful and his for the taking.
    Her mouth parted under his kiss. It was a bruising kiss, a kiss of dominance and submission, a kiss that had her quivering beneath him as he thrust his tongue into her sweet cavern.
    Familiarizing himself with every contour, every nuance of her body, he mapped the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips with his hand. His fingers traced patterns over the smooth naked spot where the tattoo marked her skin. Lower and lower, they moved until he dipped the longest one into her sex. Bliss. Tight and hot; wet and ready. He slid out of her, and she whimpered, “Please, Whip, don’t torment me.”
    “Tell me what you want,” he invited.
    “What?” Her pink tongue swiped over her parted lips. The simple gesture had him pulsing. She was unaware of the effect she had on him.
    “You know, like you did in your e-mails,” he coaxed.
    “Oh no. I can’t do that.” The pitch of her voice rose. She shook her head and looked away.
    “Baby.” He took her chin in his hand and turned it to face him.
    Her eyes came back to his. “Whip, don’t make me. I was embarrassed enough typing the words.”
    He was having none of that. No way, Jose.
    This called for a bit of gentle