The Anniversary Party by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online

over the soft skin in a serpentine rhythm. He was so close to her clit she could feel each exhale warm the tiny organ. Kylie fought the urge to box his ears or rap him on the head. She would have to suffer the foreplay. It wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been so damn long.
    Then he caught her off-guard, sweeping that delicious tongue over her swollen clit. Kylie went rigid, sucking in a hiss of air between her teeth. She nearly came that moment but held it off. She would not, would not, would not! He circled her clit wickedly, his mouth on her like suede-soft heaven. He drove his tongue into her cunt, arching it there, probing the quivering ring of her entrance. Kylie's hips bucked and she grabbed his shoulders with shaking hands. Anything. She would do anything to come. To feel his hard cock slide the length of her, not stopping until he'd buried himself as deeply as possible.
    Wade traced the lips of her labia, suckling each one until Kylie moaned. Each time she moaned he moved on to deliver sweet torture to another part of her. He slid one finger into her, teasing her G-spot. Wade was the only lover who had ever successfully located it. He returned to it by memory as if a map of her pleasure was imbedded in his mind.
    Her grip tightened on his shoulders as he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulsing gently with his tongue until tiny sparks of purple and pink danced behind her closed eyelids. He slid another broad finger deep inside her and started to thrust. His rhythm drove her higher. Suckle, lick, thrust, hook. Each time he hooked his fingers a spasm of pleasure coursed through her and her slick, needy flesh clamped around his fingers. Each stroke on her G-spot inspired a new clench in her sex.
    Kylie panted, hovering on the edge, and Wade stopped. He knew she was there and he was going to torture her.
    She lay still, refusing to beg. The low, flickering light assaulted her eyes making her feel unbalanced. His fingers were still buried in her channel, his lips a fraction of an inch away from her clit. Kylie waited. Her heart thumping so hard she was sure he would hear it in the near dark. She could almost imagine an ornery smile spreading like a stain over his handsome face. She sucked in a deep quavering breath and sighed.
    "Sweet, Miss Kylie. I missed you,” he whispered and then his lips wrapped around her, his tongue darting and swirling and arching so quickly she barely registered one point of pleasure before the next one was triggered. He drove a third finger into her, knowing she could accommodate it, and pushed into her harder and deeper than before.
    Kylie vaguely heard the screen door bang in the distance as the first hot rush of orgasm washed over her. She bucked beneath Wade and he steadied her hips with his free hand as his fingers continued to delve into her, a sweet invasion. One wave followed another, each echo of climax shaking her to the bone. Kylie shoved her fist in her mouth just as a triumphant, delighted cry rose from her throat. Wade never stopped, his fingers and tongue teasing every drop of pleasure from her body.
    Then her mind remembered the sound of the screen door and though her body still shook, she sat up. “Wade!” she hissed. “I think someone's coming."
    Reluctantly, he withdrew from her, helped her slide her slacks over her hips. He wiped her juices from his face with his shirt sleeve and smiled at her in the near dim light.
    Kylie's blouse was still unbuttoned when Fawn called out in the dark. “Where are you guys?"
    The gazebo door swung open and Kylie pulled her coat closed just as Fawn's face appeared. “What's going on? Are you okay? Why are you in the here?” Fawn fired one question after another.
    Kylie opened her mouth to speak when Wade answered. “Just looking for a little privacy. It's hard to deliver an apology under the scrutiny of well-meaning family."
    Fawn studied them both suspiciously. She scanned Wade head to toe and then grinned. “It sure is hard."
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