Take a Chance on Me by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online

swirling his finger
around over the swollen nub. She bit her bottom lip. Mitchell and his magical
touch drove her crazy. She rested her cheek against his chest and took a deep
breath. He kissed the top of his head as he worked his thumb against her clit.
She groaned before running her tongue against his chest. Its hair tickled her
tongue and she took in his scent. Rachel had detected the spicy undertone of
his aftershave the minute she’d met him. It swirled around her now and she
couldn’t help but playfully nip his skin as he brought her to climax.
    “Okay, you ready?” Mitchell whispered.
    “I think I’ll have to lift my butt a little for you,”
she said.
    Rachel held his shoulders, raising her hips and
feeling stretched to the max as Mitchell pushed his cock inside her.
    “So, just which one of us moves?” asked
Mitchell.
    “We should have brought the book over here. I
don’t think we’re in a position to go grab it right now, do you?”
    “How about we both move toward one another? That
might be even more fun.”
    They laughed when their heads bumped on their
first attempt. Rachel decided to lean back on her elbows and let Mitchell do
all the work.
    She arched upwards, remembering the model of the
vagina her mother had in her office and the red areas indicating where a
woman’s sweet spots were. Mitchell must have seen it too, because he was
hitting the mark each time he moved.
    Rachel screamed a little.
    “Did I hurt you?” asked Mitchell.
    “No, just the opposite. Keep pounding me…Oh, right there.”
    This time around as her climax built, the room
began swirling, making her lightheaded. She leaned into Mitchell. He held her
tight, rubbing her back as she climaxed. She licked his chest and minutes later
felt him find release.
    They held one another, both panting, and Rachel
could swear she was hearing not only her own heartbeat, but his, too. He rubbed
her back again She could stay like this forever, but soon they’d both be back
to their real lives.
    “That was better than great,” Mitchell whispered
in her ear.
    Some of the glitter she’d seen in the car fell
onto them again, dusting their bodies and the bed. They both looked up at the
same time.
    “Same thing happened to me in the limo and I
couldn’t figure out where it had come from,” said Mitchell.
    “Me too. I think it was fairy dust. I know it sounds crazy, but it reminds
me of this picture book I had when I was a kid about fairies and they had this
magic dust that looked like it.”
    “Then that’s what it has to be.”
      A flash
of lightning zigzagged by the window, and a few seconds later a clap of thunder
shook their hotel suite, followed quickly by a heavy downpour.
    “Guess you were right about the rain,” said
Rachel. “Oh––I’d almost forgotten. I owe you a massage.”
    “You sure?”
    “Positive. I’ve taken a few classes in it in
case I ever want to add it to my repertoire as a physical therapist.”
    “It sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”
    “Okay, then … lie on your back and just relax.”
    “That won’t be too hard for me.”
    Rain began pelting against the window as Rachel
got off the bed to dim the lights and look around for something to use as
massage oil.
    “I think we might have to use the
orgasm-enhancing gel to oil your back.”
    Mitchell turned his head and rested his cheek on
the bed. “Do you think a back can have an orgasm?”
    She laughed. “I guess we’ll soon find out.”
    Rachel hurried into the adjoining room to get
her bag, and dug through it until she found the tube.
    She walked back to Mitchell and sat on the bed.
She squeezed some in her hands, rubbed them together to warm it up and then
made circles across Mitchell’s shoulders.
    “Oh yeah, that does have some aphrodisiac
properties,” said Mitchell.
    “Really?”
    “I’ve got a hard-on already, but that could have
something to do with those cute little hands of yours.”
    She ran them lower and then, feeling in a