The Penance of Black Betty by Kelli Maine Read Free Book Online Page B

her.
                  If she could only remember!
                  He laid her in the center of the bed and held himself over her, looking down into her eyes, both of them soaking wet. “You feel this? This is the connection we have? It was instant, and we’ll always have this, Bethany.”
                  “I believe you. I feel it.” She ran her hands up his sides and over his strong back. “I want to feel more.”
                  Alistair slid his hands under her and untied her bikini top. When his fingertips brushed her nipples, she couldn’t help her sharp intake of breath. His touch hummed through her body. Her own hands ran up over his smooth, warm back.
                  She wasn’t sure how to proceed without him giving her orders. She’d never been free to just explore a man at her leisure.
                  As if reading her mind, Alistair rolled over, pulling her on top of him, her bikini top falling to the side. Bethany hesitated only a moment before kissing his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders. She circled the darker skin around his nipple with her fingertip.
                  Her breasts skimmed across his abs, making her shiver. She’d never known want like this before. Never so deeply, so all-consuming. Not that she could mentally remember, but her body had. It remembered this want. This need. The throbbing pulse between her legs that screamed for his attention.
                  “What do I like?” she whispered against his chest. “Show me.”
                  He plucked the ties on either side of her bottoms, untying them. Then he pulled her up while he scooted down underneath her until her knees rested above his shoulders on either side of his head. “You like this,” he said, his breath tickling her thighs. He grabbed her butt and pulled her down against his mouth. With a flick of his tongue and a suck of his lips, she knew he wasn’t kidding. She’d loved this.
                  Mentally self-conscious of being the one on top, she held still and closed her eyes while pleasure overwhelmed her. Alistair gripped her tighter  and rocked her against him as he lapped and teased with his tongue. She grasped the top of the headboard and held on tight. Her hips moved on their own accord, urged on by Alistair. Soon she was riding his face with abandon, moaning and crying out while he rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers.
                  Nothing had ever felt this good. All she could see was a blinding orgasm coming for her and she didn’t care what happened after. She could die for all she cared—she had to have it. It possessed her. She felt its spark—a quick flame of bright heat—and chased it, faster, faster, pulling herself forward and pushing back using the headboard for leverage. Alistair sucked and licked harder, his fingers delving between her ass cheeks to hold her against him. The flicker of heat caught, an ember smoldered, glowing brighter until a flame ignited and set her on fire. She cried out, loud. Her thighs quaked against Alistair’s head.  He held her down against his mouth working every bit of release from her body.  She shuddered and collapsed forward, bracing her hands against the wall. Still, he stroked her sensitive, swollen flesh with his tongue, slowly, gently, while her breathing slowed and her heart pounded.
                  Finally, he guided her back so she was sitting on his chest. His face was slick, his eyes glazed and hungry. “Are you okay?” he asked.
                  She let out a throaty chuckle. “Are you kidding? You couldn’t tell?” She’d never been better in her life. She didn’t care if she remembered one single thing. This was a life she belonged in.
                  Alistair laughed and rolled her over, kissing her. She tasted her salty-sweetness on his tongue and lips,