Read Online Never Let Go (Take My Hand) by Nicola Haken - Free Book Online Page A

around his soft length,
unable to suppress a smile when I felt it grow against my hand.
    “Jesus, Emily…” he breathed, pushing his hips up
against me.
    “I’ve missed you,” I said before leaning forward to
kiss his taut stomach. I started stroking him as I trailed soft kisses along
his muscles and he pushed his erection further into my hand, groaning as he did
so.
    “Come here,” he whispered, urging me up to his face. Slipping
my hand free from under the covers, I crawled up on my knees and pressed my
lips to his. The feel of his tongue dancing with mine was enough to make me
moan into his mouth. I wanted him. I needed him.
    I wound my fingers into his messy brown hair, holding
his face to mine as I kissed him with every ounce of passion my body held.
Unexpectedly, he ran one finger up the inside of my thigh and when he reached
the apex, I gasped.
    “You’re so wet. So ready for me.” I’d never have the
courage to talk like that, but whenever Dexter did it made my belly ache and
the muscles between my legs clench. “You’re so beautiful, Emily. So fucking
perfect.”
    He started to kiss me again and, never taking his lips
from mine, he rolled me onto my back. He took a moment, propped up on his
elbow, to just stare at me. My skin heated in the wake of his eyes as he
scanned them up and down my exposed body. Then he laid a flattened palm on my
breast, massaging it gently before trailing down the centre of my body until it
cupped my sex. I arched against his hand, desperate to feel his touch. As I
did, he leaned over my body and clamped his soft, moist lips around my nipple,
drawing it into his mouth and sucking it into a stiff peak.
    “God, Dexter…” I whispered, closing my eyes and biting
my bottom lip when he slipped one finger inside me.
    “Open your eyes, doll,” he ordered. “Look at me. Stay
with me.”
    I did as he asked, fluttering my eyes open and locking
my gaze on his. He stared intently into my eyes as he drove another finger into
me, waiting for my reaction. My body tensed and I chewed on my lip so hard it
became painful.
    “You like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“You like feeling my fingers inside you?”
    “Y-yes,” I moaned breathlessly as he strummed his
skilled fingers along my front wall, hitting my g-spot and making me want to
scream.
    “Shh, doll. You need to stay quiet.” God, that was
becoming impossible. I turned my face towards the pillow, praying it would mask
my moans. His fingers were relentless, thrusting deeply in and out over and
over again.
    “Look at me,” he ordered again, his words forcing my
face away from the pillow. “Tell me what you want.”
    “You. I want you. Inside me.”
    “I am inside
you, doll. You’ll have to be more specific.”
    “Not your fingers.” He ripped them out of me instantly
and positioned himself above me, resting his forearms on either side of my
head.
    “You mean my cock? You want my cock inside of you?” he
asked, his voice dripping with pleasure and dominance.
    “Yes.”
    “I thought as much. Your pussy is begging for me,” he whispered against my jaw. “See?” he added,
bringing his fingers up to my mouth. “Taste how ready you are for me, Emily.”
    Oh. My. God. Was he really asking me to do that ? When his moist finger brushed my
lower lip, I realised yes, yes he was. My tongue darted out of its own accord
and swept just once over the length of his finger. Hmmm. Sweet… maybe a little salty. Definitely horny as hell. If I hadn’t have been so turned on I’m
sure I would’ve been embarrassed with the idea of tasting my own arousal.
    “Fuck, that was hot,” he practically growled, his
denim-blue eyes sparkling with need. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said,
thrusting deep inside me without warning and making my breath catch.
    “Oh my God.”
    “So tight. Always so fucking tight.”
    My head rolled backwards and my nails clawed into the
firm muscles hugging his shoulders.
    “Emily, look