Read Online Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY) by Megan Hart - Free Book Online
Authors: Megan Hart
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deep inside to nudge her G-spot. Edie clutched at smooth marble, her mouth open in a silent cry. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as Ty’s stroking finger urged her pussy to bear down on it. His tongue flickered gently against her clit as he added another finger, twisting them as he fucked in and out of her.
“You’re so wet for me.”
It always moved her how awed he sounded, how grateful. It was one more thing about Ty she adored. How much he loved her body’s reactions to him.
“I want to make you come, Edie.”
“I’m close,” she murmured, concentrating, and her voice trailed off into the moan he loved so well.
He was the only man she’d ever been able to talk to like this during lovemaking. With Ty she could say what she felt, she could scream or cry out, or moan. She could be as loud as a porn star or give him her pleasure in near-silent groans and the twisting of her fingers in her hair. With Ty she never worried how she looked or sounded when she was coming. She didn’t have to be anything but what she was.
It began as it always did, with a burst of warmth concentrated in her clitoris. Edie drew in a breath, long and slow, and let it out again as her body tensed. Ecstasy sparkled, tiny lightning flashes, and she rolled her pelvis up to meet Ty’s questing mouth.
His fingers hooked upward inside her and heat exploded. Her cunt spasmed, and she cried out as her climax washed over her in one, two, three waves of pleasure so strong they left her limp and wrung out.
The aftershocks rippled through her as Ty, breathing hard, kissed her pussy again and withdrew his fingers. He pulled her close to kiss her mouth, and Edie was already reaching for his cock between them.
“I want you inside me.” It wasn’t a request.
She stroked him first, but not to get him hard. He already was. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, using the satin of his boxers to tease him, because she needed a couple seconds to come down from her orgasm. And because she wanted to tease him as he’d teased her, she thought with a grin as Ty’s hips jutted forward under her touch.
“You like that?”
“It’s good.” Ty wasn’t as vocal when it was his turn. He’d told her once it was because when all the blood went to the head below, he wasn’t much good with the one above. “Really good.”
Smooth satin stroked over his cock, but that wasn’t good enough. After months of nothing but long-distance loving, Edie craved Ty’s skin against her. She pushed the boxers down and took him in her hand, loving the heat of cock in her palm. She weighed his balls with her other hand, loving the way he shivered as she ran a fingertip along the seam between his cock and sac.
Edie scooted to the edge of the counter, which was just the right height for what she planned. Marble squeaked under skin as she moved. With one hand gripping Ty’s shoulder for balance, she used the other to guide his cock to her well, where she dipped the head into her folds. She teased them both, nudging his cock head half an inch inside her, wetting him, then pulling him out. In again, an inch this time. Her body opened, embracing him. Wet from the orgasm he’d already given her, there was nothing but slick acceptance. Only delicious friction.
In. Out.
Ty bent his head to press against her shoulder, his breath caressing her breasts and nipples, still sticky from the champagne. Edie, her fist gripping his penis tightly at the base, eased him in almost the entire way. This time she didn’t urge him to pull out. They stayed that way for a moment, both breathing hard.
“I love you, Ty,” she whispered against the side of his face.
“I love you, babe. Missed you so much.” Ty shifted his hips, pushing, and Edie released his cock so he could fill her.
Ty didn’t move right away, but he did kiss her. A gentle slanting of mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue. He cupped the back of her head, his big hand cradling it. She locked her ankles behind his back,
“You’re so wet for me.”
It always moved her how awed he sounded, how grateful. It was one more thing about Ty she adored. How much he loved her body’s reactions to him.
“I want to make you come, Edie.”
“I’m close,” she murmured, concentrating, and her voice trailed off into the moan he loved so well.
He was the only man she’d ever been able to talk to like this during lovemaking. With Ty she could say what she felt, she could scream or cry out, or moan. She could be as loud as a porn star or give him her pleasure in near-silent groans and the twisting of her fingers in her hair. With Ty she never worried how she looked or sounded when she was coming. She didn’t have to be anything but what she was.
It began as it always did, with a burst of warmth concentrated in her clitoris. Edie drew in a breath, long and slow, and let it out again as her body tensed. Ecstasy sparkled, tiny lightning flashes, and she rolled her pelvis up to meet Ty’s questing mouth.
His fingers hooked upward inside her and heat exploded. Her cunt spasmed, and she cried out as her climax washed over her in one, two, three waves of pleasure so strong they left her limp and wrung out.
The aftershocks rippled through her as Ty, breathing hard, kissed her pussy again and withdrew his fingers. He pulled her close to kiss her mouth, and Edie was already reaching for his cock between them.
“I want you inside me.” It wasn’t a request.
She stroked him first, but not to get him hard. He already was. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, using the satin of his boxers to tease him, because she needed a couple seconds to come down from her orgasm. And because she wanted to tease him as he’d teased her, she thought with a grin as Ty’s hips jutted forward under her touch.
“You like that?”
“It’s good.” Ty wasn’t as vocal when it was his turn. He’d told her once it was because when all the blood went to the head below, he wasn’t much good with the one above. “Really good.”
Smooth satin stroked over his cock, but that wasn’t good enough. After months of nothing but long-distance loving, Edie craved Ty’s skin against her. She pushed the boxers down and took him in her hand, loving the heat of cock in her palm. She weighed his balls with her other hand, loving the way he shivered as she ran a fingertip along the seam between his cock and sac.
Edie scooted to the edge of the counter, which was just the right height for what she planned. Marble squeaked under skin as she moved. With one hand gripping Ty’s shoulder for balance, she used the other to guide his cock to her well, where she dipped the head into her folds. She teased them both, nudging his cock head half an inch inside her, wetting him, then pulling him out. In again, an inch this time. Her body opened, embracing him. Wet from the orgasm he’d already given her, there was nothing but slick acceptance. Only delicious friction.
In. Out.
Ty bent his head to press against her shoulder, his breath caressing her breasts and nipples, still sticky from the champagne. Edie, her fist gripping his penis tightly at the base, eased him in almost the entire way. This time she didn’t urge him to pull out. They stayed that way for a moment, both breathing hard.
“I love you, Ty,” she whispered against the side of his face.
“I love you, babe. Missed you so much.” Ty shifted his hips, pushing, and Edie released his cock so he could fill her.
Ty didn’t move right away, but he did kiss her. A gentle slanting of mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue. He cupped the back of her head, his big hand cradling it. She locked her ankles behind his back,
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