Trial by Fire by Taylor Lee Read Free Book Online

his fingers and thumb and bit down on the other. With a wailing cry, Erin shattered, stunned as always at the waves of pleasure flooding her. Nate held her in place murmuring soft words, praising her, delighted astonishment coloring his voice.
    “God, Erin, look at you. Christ, honey, I haven’t even made it to your sexy belly button and you’re coming all over me.”
    Nate gazed at her in wonder. He’d learned very quickly how sensitive, how responsive her nipples were. But even so every time she came like this he marveled. Her breathy pleas, her unabashed orgasms thrilled him. He groaned softly. And dammit, he hadn’t even hit the money ball yet. But he sure as hell intended to. He’d never be satisfied until he was inside of her, deep inside. That place where he swore he ended and she began. A place where there was not so much as a breath of air between them.
    He stroked her cheek, running his finger over her swollen lips, then slipped his finger inside her mouth, gratified when she instinctively sucked on it. The grasp of her moist tongue and powerful grip sent his prick into high gear. But he cautioned his unruly member, reminding himself that he had places to go, things to do, before he allowed himself to sink inside of her. He reached for the glass of wine and slowly drizzled a cool trail of musky liquid in and around her navel. Like virtually every place on her sensitized body, this ticklish place never failed to make her beg for more. A plea he was pleased to deliver on.
    Running his tongue around the sensitive divot, licking and lapping at the fragrant wine, he sucked and nipped on the tender flesh until she was begging for mercy. But he wasn’t through. Tightening his grip on her wrists that he held above her head, he whispered to her.
    “I’m going to let go of your hands, baby, but I want them to stay right here. Do you hear me?”
    At her soft consenting moan, he continued.
    “Here, honey. Hang onto my knees and don’t let go, you hear? Mmm hmm. Good girl. Because baby, I need both of my hands to do this.”
    When she reached up behind her head and grasped his knees arching up even more, her head thrashing from side to side, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. But he couldn’t let her go. Not until he mixed the musky wine with the sweetest juices in the world. Murmuring to her a soft erotic threat that she wasn’t to let go of his knees, he pressed his hands between her legs, spreading them apart. Her resistance only drove his need higher.
    He growled low. “Open, baby, open for me. Hmm. God, yes, Erin, like that.”
    In an erotic game of push and pull, he separated her legs, pushing against her resistance until she was open to him. The sight of her soft moist folds, slick with musky juices almost undid him. Grasping for restraint, he drizzled the cool fragrant liquid over her tormented flesh delighting in her surprised squeal.
    His voice was soft, teasing, thick with need. “How about you just lie back and relax?” Pressing her feet against his shoulders, he cradled her bottom in his big hands and pulled her closer to him. With a rumbling groan he lifted her to his mouth eager to taste the heady mix of wine and wildly aroused woman.
    “That’s the way, Erin. Let’s put your legs over my shoulders, give me better access to get all that wine off of you.” He reveled in fragrance of her heated flesh and teased her with his lips and tongue. Holding her tight when she writhed with pleasure, he chortled, “Damn honey, this tastes good. Need to get a case of this wine and send my compliments to the vintner.”
    He reveled in her cries, her impeachments to let her come, but he refused to let her climax until he’d had his fill. He wanted her wild with desire. It was only fair. Every nerve ending in his body was demanding release, but first he need to give this glorious woman one more earth shaking orgasm. Only the strength of his shoulders between her legs and his growled command that she