WMIS 04 Rock With Me by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online

me to my feet and into his arms, stomping out of the
     kitchen.
    “Where are we going?” I ask with a chuckle as I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle
     his neck.
    “Bedroom. I’m going to have to stock every room of your apartment with condoms,” he
     mutters and sets me down on the bed, pulls a foil packet out of the drawer and makes
     quick work of suiting up as he crawls onto the bed beside me.
    I straddle him and run my hands up his arms to link our fingers and pin them to the
     bed beside his head, raise my hips and impale myself on his hard shaft.
    “Fuck, you’re wet.”
    “You sort of turn me on,” I respond with a sassy grin.
    “I’m so happy to hear that, sunshine,” he replies sarcastically and chuckles and then
     groans as I grip my intimate muscles around him and pull up, then push back down and
     begin to ride him, circling my hips, grinding my clit against his pubis, and I feel
     the pressure begin to build, my stomach tightens, and I break out into a sweat.
    “Damn you feel good,” I whisper and move faster, chasing the orgasm that’s almost
     in my reach.
    “Let go of my hands, Sam.”
    I comply and he palms my breast with one hand and his talented thumb finds my clit
     and sends me over the edge in an overwhelming climax. Before I can resurface, he lifts
     me off him and flips me onto my stomach, pulls my ass in the air and shoves himself
     into me roughly.
    “Oh God, yes!” I cry and push my palm against the headboard as I rock back onto him.
     He grips my hips tightly and fucks me hard, growling and panting, in the most deliciously
     primal way I’ve ever experienced.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chants as he pulls me back onto him and empties himself inside
     of me.
    I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
    Jesus, what is he doing to me?
    He collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress, and I don’t even care if
     I can breathe. I think he may have just killed me anyway.
    And what a way to go.
    He slowly pulls out of me and rolls to the side and off the bed to discard the condom,
     then crawls onto the bed and covers us both with the blankets, tucking me against
     his side, with my head on his chest.
    “Meow.” Levine jumps onto the bed, eyeing Leo for a second and then nudges Leo’s hand
     with his head.
    “He likes you,” I whisper and smile as Leo pets his head.
    “Are you okay?” He asks.
    “I’m fantastic, thanks. You?”
    Leo laughs and shoos the cat aside, who then flips his tail at him and curls into
     a ball at the end of the bed and begins to take a bath.
    “Fantastic is a good description.” He kisses my forehead lightly.
    “Are you leaving now?” I ask, ready to put some distance between us, yet hoping he
     says he wants to stay.
    He stills for a moment, and then tips my chin back so I’m looking him in the eye.
     “Do you want me to leave?”
    “You can stay.” I shrug. “I might have a use for you in the morning.”
    He lowers his face to mine and nibbles my lips softly, then rubs his nose against
     mine. “I want to stay.”
    “Okay.” He’s running his fingers up and down my back, making me sleepy.
    “You don’t have any tattoos,” he murmurs sleepily.
    “Nope,” I confirm.
    “No desire to?” He asks.
    “Nope.”
    “Gee, you’re so chatty.” He chuckles. “Why not?”
    “I don’t know, I guess I just never found anything that I wanted on me forever.” I
     shrug and trace one of his stars again with my fingertip. “I like yours. I’ve seen
     them in photos, of course, but they’re better in person.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Are you gonna get more?” I ask.
    “Maybe.” He shrugs. “Probably.”
    “They photograph well.”
    “That’s what I’m told.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead again.
    “Are you starting to miss it?” I ask, and he doesn’t even pretend that he doesn’t
     know what I’m talking about.
    “Sometimes, but I’m enjoying the break. I’m writing music, and I talk to most of