Read Online Heirs Book Two: American Lady by Elleby Harper - Free Book Online

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blinked his eyes.
    Emboldened, she tunneled her hand in his
hair, wrapping her fingers around his messy locks and tugging his
head up towards her. She wanted to kiss him. She needed to kiss
him.
    Her eyes fastened on his dazzling blue gaze
before her lids reflexively closed when their lips touched. The
tentative press of lips quickly became deeper as they both
responded, tongues circling and tangoing together. Maixent’s hand
behind the nape of her neck kept their mouths locked, not allowing
her to draw away or draw breath until he shifted his lips
unhurriedly in a series of nibbles across her jaw, working his way
slowly downwards towards her breasts.
    Under his suckling, her nipples elongated
and desire unfurled in her groin. She caught her breath with
disappointment as he removed his mouth. Leaning up on his elbows,
one eyebrow quirked smugly, his eyes gleamed wickedly as though he
knew the full effect he had on her.
    Leisurely he stood up and moved to the side
of the bed where a magnum of champagne nestled in an icy bucket. He
was standing in the shadows of the room, lit only by a soft glowing
lamp on the opposite side of the bedhead as she drank in the width
of broad shoulders, tapering in muscled planes towards a sculpted
waist and hips and chunky thighs that looked strong enough to crush
a horse between their grip. Deftly he popped the cork.
    She waited for him to fill the glasses, but
instead he dipped the bottle over her and dribbled ice-cold liquid
over her tiny breasts. She squealed. He grinned devilishly, pinning
her hands down beside her squirming body. Unhurriedly he buried his
head between her breasts, licking up each droplet. The combination
of icy champagne and hot wet touch of his tongue quivered her body
with desire.
    “This time we’re going to take it slowly,”
he said.
    Languidly his tongue snaked its way
downwards over her gently rounded stomach, circling her navel.
Traveling further he buried his nose amongst her damp curls,
inching lower until he was inhaling her salty essence. The quivers
in her body intensified as he took his time thoroughly kissing
inside her thighs, down the sides of her knees and calves, finally
sucking on each individual toe. The suction seemed connected to her
groin, rolling over her in sweet, sensual waves.
    He bent her legs, pushing her knees up and
outward so he could trail his tongue along her clitoris, at the
same time sliding one long finger into her wet depths. She was
moaning now, her head tossing from side to side at the pressure he
was applying as he slid a second finger inside.
    “Oh, please,” she begged in a voice hoarse
and thick with desire.
    He stood up between her legs. His erection
seemed massive in the dim light and she knew she wanted to taste
him just as he’d been tasting her. She knelt on the bed, her heels
digging into her thighs. She parted her lips and ran her tongue
slowly around them. His eyes scorched her with their intensity.
These bold moves were so unlike her normal behavior. Being with
Maixent brought out an audacious, wanton goddess who had obviously
had enough of prim, proper Charley.
    She leant forward, opening her mouth to suck
him inside. He gasped so she sucked harder, twirling her tongue
around his velvety tip. She heard him groan, his breath panting as
she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, her fingers fondling and
squeezing his testicles. His hips began flexing, meshing with her
rhythm. His excitement caused her own muscles to clench and she
ached to feel him inside her again.
    She raised her head, pulling him with her as
she toppled onto the bed. In a frenzy she pulled him inside her.
She felt every inch of him plunging in and out, his thumb rubbing
mercilessly over her clitoris until her body was bent like a
plucked bow with her hips arching off the bed, bucking
uncontrollably under him. Groaning, sobbing his name, she hooked
her legs behind him urging him even deeper inside as their orgasm
crashed over them like a