Private Party by Jami Alden Read Free Book Online

anything feeling better. First one, then two fingers slid inside, stretching her wide, teasing against a bundle of nerves she’d never even known existed.
    “Your pussy tastes so good,” he murmured, his frank language sending a blush through her entire body.
    “You have no idea how many times I jerked off dreaming of fucking you with my tongue and my fingers.” The image sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her squirm against his hungry mouth.
    Her moans and squeals of pleasure melded with the hot wet sucking sounds of his loving. Tension knotted in her belly. The firm pressure of his fingers sliding slowly in and out, the gentle suction of his lips and tongue sent her spiraling. She couldn’t have held back her orgasm if she’d wanted to. Her back arched off the bed, and she came on a seemingly endless wave, her harsh cries fading into soft sighs as the tremors eased.
    It could have been seconds or hours that she lay there, slightly dazed. Her hands unclenched from the comforter and flopped, palm up on either side of her head. Slowly she became aware of Chris, kissing his way up her belly and rib cage. He stopped to tease her nipple with the barest flick of his tongue, as though realizing that the hypersensitive peak couldn’t bear firm suction just now.
    “Better?” he whispered, settling himself once again between her legs. She felt him, unbelievably thick and hard, pressing insistently against her inner thighs.

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    “Much, thanks,” she said, and giggled in response to the wide grin that spread across his face.
    “You sound like you’re thanking me for tea,” he teased, bending his head for a kiss. One hand reached up and threaded through her hair, while the other caught her leg and hitched it over his hip. He shifted, and she reveled in the stretch and slide as he pushed the very tip of his shaft inside of her.
    “Ready to try this again?”
    She tried to say yes, but instead all that came out was a garbled “yah” as the slick pressure and friction of him inside her sent renewed heat coursing through her.
    A tendon stood out in sharp relief on his neck and sweat dripped from his temples as he struggled to maintain control. This time he didn’t surge forward, but slowly squeezed inside, inch by tantalizing inch, until finally he was buried so deep tingles jolted up and down her spine.
    “You okay?” His face was drawn in tight lines of concentration, and his arms trembled a little as they supported his weight.
    He looked beautiful and savage as he held himself above her, his entire body rippling while he struggled to maintain control. Experimentally, she shifted her hips, gasping sharply as the movement brought the base of his cock against her clitoris. Mistaking it for a sound of pain, he swore and started to pull away.
    “I’m sorry—”
    “No, please, don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt, I swear.” Julie surged against him again, needing him to move.
    “It feels good, so unbelievably good.” Sliding her hands down his back, she grasped his buttocks, pressing him even more deeply inside of her. “I think I can feel your heartbeat inside of me.” It was all the encouragement he needed. Finally he began to move, slowly sliding in and out, groaning as she squeezed around him, trying to pull him deeper with every stroke.
    Instinctively she drew up her knees to open herself more fully. He hooked his hands under her knees and pressed her thighs back against her chest, spreading her open so that she could feel his shaft slide against her clitoris on every stroke.
    Vaguely she heard her moans, increasing in volume with every thrust. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his buttocks, and her cries urged him on as he pumped in and out, until another orgasm hit her with such force she could swear she saw stars.
    His head was thrown back and a guttural cry ripped from his throat as his own climax hit him. She milked him gently, feeling a delicious sense of power as he ground against