Two-Step Temptation by Emma Jay Read Free Book Online

slacks and reached inside, stroking the length of him with her palms, through his Jockeys. He grunted her name and she broke the kiss to trail her mouth down the planes of his chest, pausing to tease his nipple, his navel. His gaze was drawn to her ass in the mirror as she bent at the waist to trace her lips along the line of hair from navel to his shorts.
    She knelt before him, tugging his pants and Jockeys down in the same movement. She curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth in long, smooth strokes.
    His knees shook as he rested his palm on the top of her head. This fantasy had played in his mind daily since he’d left her eight months ago. She loved to give head, or at least she loved to show enthusiasm for giving head, and she knew all his sensitive spots, knew where to apply pressure for the greatest pleasure, knew which rhythm pleased him. She teased the head of his cock with her lips and tongue, sipping the precome from his slit, gliding him deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat, her tongue darting over him, her left hand squeezing, her right hand stroking his balls. Jesus, he was deep and her mouth was hot and slick. He watched her bobbing movements in the mirror, watched her take all of his cock, then slide along the length of him before swallowing him deep again. When he felt her hum around him, he knew he had to pull out or risk coming in her mouth.
    “Maybe later,” he managed, his voice shaky as he backed away from her. “I want to be inside you.”
    She stood, all lithe grace, and gave him the condom. As he rolled it on, she stepped out of her panties. God, he could smell her arousal, see how damp the fabric was.
    “Lean over and put your hands on the counter.”
    She did, lifting her ass just a bit more than necessary. Her pussy was slick and swollen. He cupped his palms over her naked hips, positioned himself and glided into her channel.
    The combination of her heat and her moan and the sight of her watching him fuck her in the mirror nearly made him come. He held on to his orgasm with sheer willpower and drew back, then thrust again. Her eyes glazed, her pupils dilated in the mirror as she watched his cock disappear into her pussy again and again. Jesus, he couldn’t hold on long. He captured one of her hands from the counter and brought it to her breast. He squeezed it, before he guided it down her belly to her mound.
    “Come,” he said against her ear, his finger sliding with hers over her clit, both of them stroking in time to his rhythm, the little bud hardening under their ministrations, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her breath coming harder and harder.
    She slammed her ass against him, her inner walls rippling around him, her orgasm pulsing against his fingers. He drove into her soft flesh, the sound of his groin slapping her ass arousing as hell, the sound of her wet pussy gripping his cock making him insane, just before he came in bursts that had the lights dimming, the earth shaking. But he was clasping Haven and all was fine with the world. Hands still on her hips, he lowered his mouth to kiss her shoulder, already planning the next time. He swirled his thumbs over the tender skin of her back, and savored her shudder. She still wanted him. If he played his hand right, he could make her want him back in her life.
    She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the mirror, and her lips started to curl in a smile, as if she knew just what he was thinking.
    Suddenly she straightened, smile gone. “Oh, God.”
    “A little after the fact, don’t you think?” He chuckled, withdrawing and dealing with the condom.
    “I have to serve the cake! Jill is going to kill me.” She snatched her dress off the floor and fumbled with the tangled straps. “How did this work?”
    “Here.” He took the dress from her, but the slender silky straps were incomprehensible. “What the hell? You don’t remember?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Huh.” He shook out the