The Last Dance by Angelica Chase Read Free Book Online

in slowly. She kissed me more aggressively and I dipped my finger low and felt her growing wet. I grabbed her hand and brought it between her legs, tracing the tip of her clit lightly back and forth with her fingers. She gasped in my mouth then pulled away.
    “Rhys, I can’t,” she said as she attempted to pull her hand from my grasp. I kissed her deeply and brought it back down, dipping her fingers inside and pulling it back up to her clit, making slow circles and pressing it tightly just where I knew it affected her the most. She gasped again and I knew she’d felt it. Her breathing picked up as her perfect breasts rose and fell with her spike of desire.
    “Right there, move your fingers like this.” I circled her fingers and she dropped her head back against my shoulder and started moving them as I’d told her. Her moans increased as she was pulled in by her own touch.
    “Feel that, right there. Faster,” I whispered in her ear as I guided her fingers, seeing the goose bumps form on her arms. She called out to me and I nearly lost my shit as my cock twitched. Fuck, this was perfect. I felt her legs begin to shake and let her hand go, rubbing up and down her sides and laving her neck with my tongue.
    “Oh God, Rhys.” Her voice was hoarse, letting me know she was on edge. I felt her body start to break. I bit her shoulder gently and she came, by her own hand, in my arms. I gripped the side of her head with my hand, pulling her hair and trailing kisses down her neck as she shuddered. She looked up at me, her eyes dazed.
    “Do it again,” I whispered to her. “For me, do it again.” She lowered her hand and licked my lips as she continued to work her pussy. I felt the flex of her thighs as she moved her fingers faster and once again came apart in my embrace.
    “Now let me drink it,” I said, moving her off my lap and turning to hover above her. She looked up to me, wide-eyed.
    “I told you so.” I grinned before making my way down between her thighs to lap up her handiwork. She smiled and nodded as I kissed my way down, sucking and licking her until there was nothing left while she writhed beneath me.

    I sat up in bed and stretched fully, my limbs weak from two days of endless lovemaking with a side of viscous fucking.
    “Good morning.” I looked to see Rhys staring up at me as he adjusted his head on the pillow to get a better look, gripping it behind him.
    “Hi,” I said, leaning over to kiss his beautiful face. He pulled me to his chest and ran a hand up and down my back.
    “Stay another day. Bryce is coming home in a few hours.” He held me close to his chest, caressing my face, my shoulder, my arms.
    “I want to, I do, but I need to get home, unpack. I promised my mother I would come have a late Thanksgiving with her. I don’t want to interrupt your routine, either.”
    “You wouldn’t be interrupting,” he whispered, taking my mouth.
    “Morning breath, Rhys, jeez, doesn’t it bother you?” I covered my mouth with my hand.
    “Nah, I like it dirty.” He moved my hand and plunged his tongue into my mouth as I pushed at his chest, caving to his tender kiss.
    An hour later, we were at his front door and I was having a hard time keeping my clothes on. Every time I went to reach for my coat, we were again kissing and stroking and touching.
    “You know you want to stay,” he whispered as he brushed my hair away from my face.
    “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” I said, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get close enough and it seemed neither could he. He smiled and reluctantly let me go.
    “Be careful, and tell Pam I said hello.”
    “Yes, your new best friend and my mother. I’ll make sure to let her know.” I stood there as we grinned at each other and then I remembered my conversation with her. “You told my mother about Bryce, before you told me. Why didn’t you mention that? I would have been a lot less hurt.”
    “I want you to believe me , especially when I