SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession by Karen Knightley Read Free Book Online

perfect amount of scratch, caressing my sensitive skin.  I loved the way he just raised up his arm and pulled his shirt off in one swoop, so confidently, so sure of what he wanted. 
    And he wanted all of me, I tell you.  He turned me around and began kissing my ass, firmly embracing my cheeks with his mouth and teeth and unleashing his forbidden desires.  So many men before him went for the most obvious parts.  Alan wanted to please me.  Every move he made was to please me, and he didn’t stop kissing my asscheeks until I was panting, grabbing bedsheets and whispering his name.
    “What do you want?” he said in a gruff voice. 
    “Anything…” I whispered.
    He moved it closer, putting his lips right against my pussy lips, leaving me breathless and moaning.  “Yes…”
    He even moved his lips farther south, grazing my asshole with his tongue, a forbidden sensation that I liked.  All I could say as he ate me out so vigorously, so intent on fulfilling my every whim, was the only word that’s been on my mind as of late…
    “Yes…yes…yes!”
    He was a man of action.  I took him in my mouth just long enough to get him hard because he was anxious to prove to me his stamina.  I had no doubt.  I knew he was an all-nighter type of guy.  His body was chiseled and his movements graceful.  As soon as his penis entered me, I squealed in delight, feeling his hard erection bump and grind inside, and knowing I was going to stay that way—filled up and with a fluttering stomach for long minutes…maybe hours. 
    The texture of his body rolling on mine was soft and firm.  His smell was masculine, overwhelming my nostrils and making me quiver.  My lips licked his shoulders, his neck muscles and his upper chest, eager to taste his sweat.  His moaning voice became louder, less controlled, as he continued thrusting hard into me, but with no end in sight.  For the first time ever, I knew I was going to come just from penetration alone.  Then I looked into his eyes—his loving and fiery eyes ever focused on me—and I couldn’t resist coming.  And coming.  And coming again. 
    Our moments of afterglow were just as good as our reckless passion.  Everything about the man seemed perfect, from his sensitive voice, to his rowdy and boyish laugh when he cracked a much needed joke to break the awkward tension, to even the calming sounds of his relaxed breathing.
    “You’re too good to be true, you know.”
    “Maybe I am.  Maybe you’re dreaming,” he laughed.
    “Maybe I am,” I said in all seriousness.  I felt like I was dangling a priceless golden cup in my hand—a cup I was too afraid to even hold, in fear I might damage it.  Not that the man himself was fragile, but I was just so clumsy.  Even then, tucked away in comfort and security, my mind wouldn’t stop asking questions.
    What if someone else comes along?  Would I still say yes?  It’s not like Alan has put a ring on my finger.
    I ignored the angry voices in my hand, hand-to-hand with Alan, soaking up our morning after in all its glory.
     
    **
     
    June
                  The sad thing is, Alan probably would put a ring on my finger, if I had really wanted it, if I had done anything to let him know that I was giddy in love with him.  But I was the one who backed off.  I didn’t call him the next day, or the next day, and tried to make myself scarce.  I don’t know if it was instinct, or just that I was afraid that he really would propose out of the blue.  He was strong all right…but unpredictable.  That’s what scared me.
                  Finally, I look his call and sure enough, he reassured that everything was good between us.  “I don’t want to come on too strong either,” he said.  “I don’t like to be needy.  I don’t like trying to force anything, you know?”  His voice was controlled, but I did hear a faint voice of ache even behind his proud words.  “I don’t have to see you every day.  But