Plus None 2 by Emily Hemmer Read Free Book Online Page B

top of my thighs. I have to shimmy to get it over my hips. He pulls at the erection outlined against his pants as my plain white bra comes into view. I drop the dress over the edge of the bed and wait for further instructions.
    Alex removes his belt, a long piece of black leather. “Remember this?” He waves it in front of me.
    Oh yes. I remember. I tied him up with it so I could win our little game of who could hold out longer. My mistake was to untie him before he’d been fully sated. As soon as his bonds were removed, he used that belt to a very wicked end.
    I nod and watch as it falls to the ground. The buckle clangs loudly on the hardwood floor.
    “I want to see your breasts.”
    I can’t hear it, but the metal teeth of his zipper taunts me as he slips it down, inch by inch. Alex’s eyes flicker to my neck. I wonder if he can see my heartbeat there. It’s beating wildly. Reaching back, I grip the clasp on my bra and unhook it. My breasts weigh the fabric down. The stiff material scrapes against the tender skin of my arms as I draw it off of me. His eyes feed on the exposed flesh. I shiver, nearly beside myself with excitement.
    His pants and boxers fall noiselessly. His penis is long and thick, just as I remember. I reach out to touch, but he shakes his head slowly. “Lay down.”
    The duvet is cold from the air conditioning and I arch my back in surprise. A sharp hiss meets my ears. I need to feel something, anything, or I’ll burst. I raise my hands to my breasts, wanting to massage them, but he tells me to stop.
    “I want to be the first one to touch them,” he says.
    I lie and wait.
    “Spread your legs. Bend your knees.”
    I’m hot and coiling with lust. Spreading my legs to the cool air sends a current of need rippling through me. Alex places a knee on the bed between my legs.
    “Be still.”
    I don’t know how he can sound so controlled. I’d burst into tears but having already done that once before, I worry he’ll think I’m unbalanced.
    He bends his head over my belly. My muscles tremble in anticipation. His eyes blaze a scorching path from my navel to the crotch of my cotton panties.
    “I dreamt of you here.” His mouth descends, hot and eager, over my core.
    I want to fist my hands in his hair but he told me to be still. I moan and crumple the bedcover beneath each hand. His breath is impossibly hot over the wet cotton. Strong hands reach around my thighs and pull my legs further apart. Alex’s teeth bite the useless material and drag it across my labia, nicking my clitoris. I buck up, unable to obey his command. His hands force my hips back down.
    With the cotton barrier moved aside, he delves, teases, and devours. One of his hands leaves me and I whimper. When his fingers spread me open so his tongue can lap that most sensitive part of me, my whimper turns into a scream.
    I tug the bedspread from around me. The urge to grab his head and position him where I want is nearly irresistible. His movements aren’t gentle. He knows how much I can handle. Two fingers push their way inside to prepare me. The last bed I shared was with him, and my orgasm’s been building steadily for what feels like two years. His tongue runs aggressively up and down as his fingers reach deep. He uses his thumb to rub out a tight circular pattern against me and I feel like a pane of glass that’s cracking under pressure.
    It’s the sounds that drive me to the end. The rapidity of his breathing, my own anguished gasps, the drum of his hand against my flesh… I shatter, moaning throatily as my neck arches back. My interior walls convulse around his fingers. His thumb stills and he soothes the stimulated nub with gentle lips.
    As I come down, he removes his hand. His fingers are wet as he pulls my panties down my legs. He drags himself up the length of my body. My eyes are closed. My brain directing all sensory function to touch. Alex kisses my jaw and works his way to my chin. Breathing becomes easier as my body