Passion in the Sky by Diane Thorne Read Free Book Online Page B

tongue dived between her labia, she bit her lip to stifle the moan wanting to burst from her.
    His caress on her nub nearly brought her to her knees. Erotic strings danced their way to every nerve in her body. He circled her clit then licked it. The torture was horrid, bringing her closer to exploding in pleasure. Damn, she loved his eager and wicked tongue.
    She lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder. His enthusiasm seemed to increase as he lapped with greater vigour. She ran her fingers through his soft, dark hair and gently rocked her hips while holding his head. Lust and anticipation flooded her. It was too much. Yet, she had to have more. Her body starved for freedom, for release. When he pushed a digit inside her and sucked on her swollen bud, ecstasy came. Her inner walls clenched and sweet harmony spread through her in waves.
    “Mm…” He kissed her outer lips, then looked at her with hungry eyes. “That was divine. Absolutely, divine.”
    “Exquisite.” He’d used the word a few times with her. For some reason, the adjective popped into her mind to describe her orgasm.
    As the wonderful, orgasmic tune singing within her body started to fade, she lowered her leg. He stood slowly and she slid her hands down his torso. My, what a solid chest he has.
    “It’s been a while for you. I can tell.”
    He withdrew his finger and dragged it over her sensitive clit. Her pussy spasmed and in an instant she longed for his finger to return and bring her more bliss.
    “I’m sorry, but it has.” She lowered her gaze.
    He lifted her chin with his free hand. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Trust me, I’m enjoying this just as much as you are. And it will be even better when we get back to my hotel room.”
    A smile emerged on her face. “I trust you.”
    Although she didn’t know him well, her gut instinct told her he was a decent man and not some psycho sex fiend. As for him enjoying their bit of time together, one glance at the bulge in his jeans indicated he was indeed. She imagined their sexual escapades would only broaden and become more enthusiastic with a bed and furniture available for use. The small bathroom offered privacy while they pleasured each other now, but the facility definitely lacked comfort and limited what they could do.
    “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he said as he stared deep into her eyes.
    “I believe you.”
    He pressed his lips to hers and initiated a new round of kissing. He tangled his tongue with hers while he slid his finger back inside her. He gently inserted another digit and rubbed her clit with his palm. Gwen’s hormones sprang to life again. Her need for more pleasure climbed again. While Phillip aroused her with his deep, penetrating touch, he moved his free hand lower to one of her breasts. He tugged back her bra, freeing her nipple, then latched on to it with his mouth.
    Tendrils of lust wormed through her again as he flicked and teased her nipple. Between her legs, he inserted a third digit. Every time he withdrew it and the others, he dragged them over her swollen nub. His touch left her hungry for more, which he gladly gave by slipping back inside her and repeating the process. While she greatly enjoyed his treatment of her sensitive parts, a burning need persisted and it involved his hard muscle.
    She moved her hands down his solid torso until she reached his jeans. Itching to touch him, she slid her palm lower. When she found a big object and rubbed the length, Phillip’s tender care seemed to transform. He nibbled and sucked harder on her sore nipple while he tweaked her clit. Encouraged by his liveliness, she worked to unfasten his pants. At the same time, she massaged the lump in his jeans. And what a huge lump it was.
    He released her breast and kissed her lips. “I’m so hard right now.”
    She finally unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. The tip of one of her fingers brushed over the head of his erection and felt moisture. She