Riding Out the Storm by Emma Jay Read Free Book Online

reveled in the power he had over
her, holding her on the edge of orgasm, denying her swollen clit the caresses
it craved, instead, dragging wetness over her asshole and probing, just a
little, with his pinky finger while his other fingers worked in her cunt.
    She
came with a shuddering moan, pushing her hips back against his fingers, sliding
his pinky in a bit deeper than he expected, the muscles gripping him. Her head
bobbed only a few more times before Zach gave a shout of his own.
    Once
she released Zach, Ethan hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her onto
his lap, burying his head in the curve of her neck, kissing her, not quite able
to bring himself to kiss her mouth after she’d sucked off Zach, condom or not.
She curled into him and he lifted her, carrying her back to their bed.
    “I’d
like a shower.” She rose and reached a hand to him. “Join me?”
    How
could he say no? He took her hand and followed her, bare-ass naked despite the
chill in the room, into the bathroom. The peace he felt when he shut the door
surprised him. He had her to himself again. He caught her hips and pulled her
back against him, bending his head to her throat, lifting his gaze to watch her
face in the mirror.
    Her
eyes had drifted shut and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Her lips
parted on a sweet sigh, swollen from her kisses and the blowjobs, her nipples
red from his mouth and fingers. He cupped her breast a moment before she broke
free.
    She
leaned into the shower and turned the water on hot, then moved in front of the
sink and reached for her toothbrush. He leaned against the wall and watched her
brush her teeth thoroughly, then turn to him hopefully. He stepped back into
the now-steaming shower, drawing her in with him.
    “Beautiful,”
he said against the curve of her breast, his fingertips playing with her other
nipple.
    She
cupped her hand around the back of his head and arched toward him, offering him
her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, hard, rolling the tight nub with his
tongue, loving the way she moved against him, sliding her body along his. She
reached down to close her hand around his cock and caressed it with short
strokes.
    “I
didn’t bring a condom,” he said against her skin.
    “In
my make-up bag.” She twisted out of his arms as if reluctant to leave him and
reached outside the shower curtain.
    He
heard things clatter into the sink before she straightened, a condom raised
triumphantly.
    “I
want you in me,” she said as he took the condom and rolled it on his throbbing
cock. “Against the wall. Please, Ethan. Please.”
    He
slid his hand between her parted thighs and found her just as wet as she’d been
on the bed. He played with her clit, swollen and needy, teased her entrance,
and straightened.
    She
backed against the wall and lifted one foot on the lip of the tub, opening
herself to him. He was going to have to lift her to fuck her. He closed his
hands on her waist and lifted, careful of the slick tub, and pinned her to the
cold tile with his chest as he reached between them to guide his cock home.
    She
cried out in pleasure and he let her slide down, just a little, so she was more
fully seated on him, her cleft riding the ridge of his erection, her clit
pressed up against his groin. Her body was hot and slick, and he started
thrusting without thinking, driving into her wetness, the wetness she felt for
him, not some other man.
    She
bent her head to suck water off his shoulders as he powered into her, her legs
clasped around him, her cunt squeezing him to hold him inside. The angle was
incredible, the freedom of movement, the sexy woman in front of him a fantasy
come to life. She lifted her head and covered his mouth with hers before he
could think, and then he was kissing her back, tasting mint and Jill, not latex
or Zach.
    He
cupped her ass, lifting her higher and plowing deep, loving the combined sensation
of drag and the wetness. He sure as hell hadn’t thought he could come