Pushing Her Boundaries by Julia Rachel Barrett Read Free Book Online

from her mons to the delicate lips hiding her clit and her vagina. Most of the hair had been removed from those sweet lips, and when she spread her legs for him, he could see the pink-crimson-colored, silky inner flesh, glistening with her arousal. Thanks to the waxing, there were so many more soft, vulnerable places exposed, waiting for him to explore with his eyes, his fingers, and his mouth. He bent down and kissed the top of each thigh and inhaled. Maggie was going to taste like a slice of heaven.
    The woman was a bloody feast. He took his time, studying the high, round breasts tipped with ripe, rosy nipples just begging for his mouth. He was entranced by the taut, athletic waist that flared into slender hips. She had those long, oh so long, slim, shapely legs that she could spread wide apart. Mace let go of her and ran a hand over the thick ridge of his dick pressing against the front of his jeans and he watched Maggie’s eyes narrow as she followed his movement. Her hands clenched into fists and he knew she wanted to touch him, to see him. He rubbed himself again and again. She bit her lower lip, that luscious lower lip he’d just sucked on.
    Later. I have plans for now . He stepped close to her and, with a quick movement, restrained both her hands in one of his. She gasped and tossed her head back, as he slid a finger into that enticing soft satin between her legs. He had to touch her, had to know her there, in her most intimate, secret part. Maybe she wouldn’t give him her heart, but, by god, she would give him her body. He planned to make this one night memorable enough that, with luck, her heart would follow. Mace closed his eyes, exploring her sensitive skin, feeling the swollen bud of her clitoris beneath his finger, recognizing how turned on she was. He wondered if he should change his original plan or just make a temporary detour. The idea of tasting her tempted him.
    He let go of her hands and dropped to his knees before her. He pushed her legs farther apart. Spreading her labia with his fingers, he leaned his head into her and licked her as if taking his first taste of an ice cream cone. Her knees bent slightly and she gasped. He felt her fingers in his hair, and he thought about ordering her to withdraw them, but fuck it, he wanted her fingers there. She tasted sweet, and the feel of her beneath his tongue, against his lips, was like soft, warm silk.
    Mace licked her again, and this time his tongue grazed the edge of her vagina. Her knees began to buckle and he lifted his head, dragging his tongue over her clit as he did so. “Don’t you dare fall, Maggie, stay upright.”
    He reached around her for the pat of butter he’d pulled out of the fridge. It was going to feel cold for a second or two, but her tight little ass would warm it up. He’d planned to do this from behind, but now that he’d sampled her, there was no way in hell he’d move from the spot he presently occupied.
    Mace dipped his middle finger in the cold butter, making sure to coat it well. If he’d had lube, he’d have used that, but butter worked just as well in a pinch. He looked up to find Maggie watching his every move. Her legs trembled again. Maybe I should prop her against something. No, she can stand.
    “I won’t hurt you, Maggie, but you gave me permission to do whatever I wanted. Are you withdrawing it now?”
    She licked that enticing lower lip and shook her head. Sliding his butter-coated finger to the cleft between her buttocks, he sat back on his heels to watch her face. “Maggie.” His finger circled the tight aperture, coating her with cold butter. “Maggie.” She looked down at him just as he pressed his middle finger upwards, past the tight ring of muscles and into the velvet softness of her ass.
    “Oh god…” She gave a little jump and let out a whimper. He thought she might faint.
    Tempted to let out his own appreciative groan at the heat of her, Mace instead rose up on his knees and, wrapping his other