Stroke of Midnight by Bonnie Edwards Read Free Book Online

everything she did. Every flick of her finger, every swirl of the lotion, every drop that came from her weeping lips.
    His hand danced on his shaft, his eyes hooded but still he watched her. Watched her. Watched her…
    Alex saw each twirl and twine of her fingers through her pubic hair, saw an accidental tap of her forefinger against her clit, saw her eyes go wide at the feel. She was flushed, ready and set to go off any minute.
    He wouldn’t let her. Not without him.
    She tilted her head back and her palm slid once, twice against her engorged clitoris.
    “No,” he said. “The first come is mine.”
    He slid to the end of the bed, touched his tongue to her clit and heard a muffled scream ricochet off the cabin walls. The gush of juices that filled his mouth tasted like salty ambrosia. He lapped at her, slid his hand to her ass to hold her steady and let her fuck his mouth and tongue. She came in a lunge and arch against his mouth.
    Her grunts and sigh and weird little back-of-the-throat sounds nearly made him shoot on the sheets. His cock, full beyond bearing, screamed at him to press into the bed and rock to his own rhythm, but he held his hips still with iron control.
    Jaye rocked and butted against his mouth, coming and coming with her hands wedging his head in place. She kept him there, demanding all he could give, taking everything he had while the gushes continued. Her muscles worked under his tongue, clenched under his lips and worked through her orgasm until the contractions eased and slowed and she slumped over him.
    He rose to her and helped her slide to the bed in a sprawl of complete satiation.
    “And that was just for starters,” he said, nudging his cock against her thigh. Even that brief touch to her soft, hot skin was like a firebrand to his flesh. “My turn.”
    She opened her eyes and smiled. “Oh, yes. Your turn.”
    He’d thought to take his time, but there was no time to take. He was far too ready for finesse. And he didn’t like that she was capable of bringing him to this.
    “This is going to be rough, fast and hard.” He slid his hand under his pillow, tore open a condom packet and rolled it on. “This almost hurts,” he said.
    She laughed, low and throaty. “I’ll bet.” She widened her legs, raised her knees. “Now fuck me.”
    The slide in was deep and fast and to the hilt. “You fit. Oh, fuck. You fit like a glove.” The words tumbled out of him. Then he moved while she squirmed her delicious ass in circles and he was lost. Rolls of electric charge rose from the base of his spine to his head while his cock flexed into her. In a torrent of raging release he came and bucked and spewed some more.
    She rose to his every plunge, took him deep inside and urged him into her harder, faster, and pumped with him.
    “I’m coming again.” She lunged and bucked and grabbed to hold him deeper and in place for her to work against his still hard cock. Her rush came quickly as his died away and when she was through she held him to her chest and crooned.
    He collapsed and let her do it.
     
    Jaye plucked a grape off the stem and placed it between her teeth, pressed down and the juice and pulp squirted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Might be fun to have Alex do that, she thought, with a stretch and roll to her stomach.
    “Want some?” she offered.
    “Again? You’re insatiable.”
    “The fruit, Alex, would you like some fruit?” She chuckled.
    He ran a hand across his hard belly. “I can’t guess why, but I’m famished.”
    She smiled and dragged the bowl of fruit off the night stand and set it between them on the bed. He grabbed an apple and bit strongly into the flesh. Juice dripped to his chin.
    She slid two fingers across his chin stubble and licked the juice from them.
    “So, where are you taking me for lunch?”
    “There’s a café I know near the Seine. You’ll like it.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “You like bold. And the food’s bold. Strong flavors,