Private Show (The Private Series) by Danielle Torella Read Free Book Online Page B

pants, I can clearly see the outline of his hard cock and I am stunned still. I am on fire right now. I desperately need him.
    I move to turn around. “No,” he says. I am at a loss. So I turn back and face the bed. Then I feel his hands at my ankles; he must be on his knees. My thought is proved right when I feel his hot tongue run up my right leg, and his hands leading further up. I start to shake, because my knees are going weak. Sensing this, he grabs me at my waist. His tongue leisurely makes its way further and further up. His hands skim the hem of my pink dress.
    He pushes it up slightly. “Bend.” Oh, God.
    I bend slightly and he gasps when he finds what I am wearing under my dress. A bubble-gum-pink lace thong. “Your killing me, Tess.” Then he is quickly back to his feet, pressing his body against mine, skimming up my sides and finding my zipper, pulling it down, releasing me from the pink fabric. I am braless, and this excites him more; he stiffens and gets harder. His hand reaches around to my breasts and cups them gently, softly massaging them. He rolls my nipples between his fingers. My body reacts on its own, arching my chest further into his hands and pushing my backside against his front.
    Ben lets out a deep groan. This riles me up more and I start to move my ass in circles against his hard front.
    He hastily pulls my dress to the floor, and I am left standing in my thong, white knee-highs and platforms. He rubs his chin, which has some fresh stubble to it now, which is sexy as hell. I move to him, and I kiss his throat and lick along his jaw line. His hair tickles my tongue and God, he tastes amazing.
    “I like this,” I admit as I trace my fingers over his cheek.
    His thumbs hook into the sides of my lace thong and rip them off. I bite my lip and reach for his shirt. Feeling ballsy, I rip it open instead sending buttons flying. And this is the pushing point for him—he rushes my body with his and I reach down to undo his pants. A minute later he’s pushing me to the bed and approaching the nightstand.
    “No,” I say.
    “No?” The look on his face is priceless.
    “No.” I repeat. “We don’t need one.”
    He gives me a questioning glance and looks back down to the nightstand drawer. I walk over to him. “I want you.”
    “But…” I place my hand on his cheek.
    “I need to feel you and only you, Ben. That is why I have gone on the pill.”
    His eyes widen and his jaw drops open. “Really? Tess, I am clean, you have to believe that, I have never gone all… you know, without protection.”
    I nod and have to throw the image of him with countless other women back into the depth of my mind. “I know. That’s why I took the initiative to go on it.” I grab his hard length.
    His eyes roll back. “Fuck,” he hisses. I tug on him to move his back to the bed. “I want you to leave these shoes on. I want to take you over my bed, bent over.”
    Oh, God, I love it when he talks like that to me.
    We reach the bed. I turn and bend slightly, and he brushes the tip of his dick along my backside. I am whimpering in anticipation, I push back on him and he slips into place, and I am pretty sure I squeak. He then begins to push himself in slowly, savoring the sensation.
    “Oh, Tess, you have no idea how amazing you feel. God, thank you.”
    The connection is overwhelming and I am already reaching my high. He stops once he is all the way in and just rocks his hips, I am definitely close. He quickly pulls out and slams into me.
    “Oh. Ben!” I scream.
    He growls, reaches up and grabs one of my breasts and his rhythm picks up. He is going at me hard and fast and before I know it I am coming all around him; I am seeing light bursts as I reach my climax. And he is soon behind me. He pulls out once more and hard back in and he folds himself over my body as he comes hot and hard inside of me, a new sensation for the both of us.
    His breathing is hard and rampant on my back. I am having a hard time