Shackled by Morgan Ashbury Read Free Book Online

harder. Good. I want very much for you to enjoy all the delightfully sinful things I’m going to do to you.”
    Bethany wanted to return the gift of the arousal coursing through her. “Please.” She felt Jonathan press against her and lean over her. The heat of his breath wafted against her ear just before his tongue teased her there.
    “Please what, Beth?”
    “I want to touch you. I want to taste you.” How could she explain to him how she felt right now? She’d been a wife for more than twenty-five years, and in all that time, she’d believed arousal and sexual heat to be fairy tales, some creation of fiction, or worse, a man’s cruel measure against which to find his wife lacking. How could she explain that in the few short hours they’d been together, Jonathan had not only given her more sexual pleasure than she’d ever experienced, he’d unlocked her need to lavish sexual pleasure in return?
    Jonathan proved by his actions that she didn’t have to explain herself to him at all. He stroked his hands up her arms and gently pulled her hands away from the tile. He enfolded her in a hug, his cock pressed tight against her ass. He kissed her neck and said, “Do what you will, sweetheart.”
    Bethany wasted no time. She turned around, faced him, and stretched up to lay her mouth on his. She kissed him, eager to drink her fill. He tasted so good, and kissing him added fuel to her already flaming fires. Kissing had never been a turn-on for her, but it sure as hell was now. Could she kiss him so deeply, absorb him so completely, she’d be a part of him? Her lips and tongue left his mouth to taste and sample the flavors of his jaw and his neck.
    While the shower continued to rain lightly upon them, she used her hands to test the strength of the muscles roping his arms and chest. She nuzzled the hair covering his nipples and inhaled his scent. She learned the subtle flavors of him, never before realizing a man’s chest could taste different than his chin, that both would hold a different flavor from his lips.
    Bethany swirled her tongue around first one male nipple, then the other. She pulled back, surprised but extremely pleased when those small male buds hardened from her attention, much as her own had done earlier.
    “You like that,” she said.
    “What’s not to like? Keep going, Beth. I need more.”
    Yes . She wanted, desperately, to give him more. She wanted to give him everything . She didn’t know if she could please him. Experience had taught her she was incapable of fulfilling a man. But she wanted to, God how she wanted to please and fulfill this man.
    She stroked her hands up and down his sides as she continued to kiss and lick his chest, down toward his navel. His cock bobbed for her attention. She understood the mechanics of a blow job. She wasn’t certain of the technique, or if, despite wanting to, she really could do it. In the past—no. No more thinking about the past. Only the moment mattered, and in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to taste and pleasure the man who’d opened a whole new world of sensation and wonder for her.
    Jonathan sucked in a breath, and she understood the closeness of her mouth to his cock aroused him. She’d come, but he hadn’t. Bethany slipped to her knees and fisted him. His cock, hot and hard, felt as if it was covered in the finest silk. Here, and only here, a man’s skin had a delicacy to rival a woman’s. She tore her gaze away from his magnificent dick and looked up at him.
    “Show me how.”
    She loved the strength of his fingers as they combed her hair then gripped her head. She loved the scent of him, so rich and male, so Jonathan right there at the base of his cock.
    “Open your mouth for me, baby. Take my cock inside it. Use your tongue, and your lips. Suck on me.”
    She opened, took him in even as he pushed his cock into her, the salty flavor sending shivers of delight down her spine and making her pussy clench.
    “Run your tongue along