7 Days of Seduction Read Free Page B

like now."
    He tipped her head up to his mouth, and with the tip of his tongue, outlined her lips with light, smooth strokes. Her lips were so incredibly sensitive, the corners ticklish. Prickles danced everywhere he touched. She squirmed against his mouth, wanting to wrap her arms around him. But he'd trapped them between their bodies.
    She opened for him, needing him deep inside her. Fears forgotten, her desire overrode common sense. This could be a bad mistake, but the memory of that video persuaded her to the contrary.
    Driving her wild, he continued to play, sent his tongue to tease her lips, her teeth, pretending to enter, then backing off.
    Ash groaned, pulled her arms free and grabbed his head. She captured his mouth, driving her tongue deep within while he continued to play, eluding her until she squealed with frustration.
    He laughed, a deep chuckle that rumbled in his throat, and he let her capture him. She sucked on his tongue, as she had Sam's shaft the other night. The memory tightened her breasts. He clenched her nipples, tweaking them hard enough to cause pain that morphed into pleasure. Her pussy flooded with heat and moisture, an ache that'd intensified since her dream. Hell, since Friday night.
    As if reading her body, Hunter stepped back, left her panting. "Hang on a minute, Ash."
    He opened the shower door, leaned over and grabbed a towel and a condom package. He turned away and a minute later tossed the towel and empty foil pack out then shut the door. When he turned back around, he'd sheathed his cock in bright orange.
    Ashley stared then smiled, remembering the Smurf dick from the video. "Are you always so colorful?"
    "I think sex should be colorful in all ways." He pulled her back into his arms, lifted her and thrust his erection all the way into her slit like magic.
    "Oh, Jesus." Ashley grabbed his shoulders and stared into his midnight blue eyes. The fullness of him strained her insides. If he moved, she'd explode. But damn, he felt good. She rocked back and forth on her tiptoes to encourage him.
    But colorful had many connotations, not all of them good. "What did you mean by ‘colorful'?"
    "Something a little different, out of the ordinary. Colorful condoms, intriguing or fun positions." He thrust into her, unhurried. "New experiences. Do you like to try new things, Ash?"
    He worked his way back to her nipples, tweaking harder than last time. She hissed as the nips of pain grew sharper, shot down to the place where his cock worked her and became part of the exciting tempo spiraling upward. She could hardly keep her mind on his question she was so distracted by the sensations flooding her body.
    "What have you tried, besides straight sex and fellatio? Do you like getting your pussy eaten?" He pulled her right leg up over his hip and thrust harder, driving deeper into her core.
    "Aah." She couldn't help but moan. He burrowed his thick shaft through her as if he wanted to come out the other side. "Mmm. Oh…oh…only did it once." Ash couldn't breathe and he was doing all the work.
    "Did you like it?" He drove in, ground his hips.
    "No."
    "Did you come?"
    "No." But damn if she wasn't going to soon.
    He chuckled and eased off pumping and slipped out of her. "We'll have to try again."
    Aching for the orgasm that had slipped away, Ash wasn't sure if he meant now or some other time. "Sam said we had a ménage a trois the other night. Does that count as colorful?"
    Hunter smiled and spun them around so the water cascaded over his back. He bent her backwards until he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he grazed it with his teeth, more pain-pleasure sparked to her empty channel. He sent his fingers to twist and tweak, replacing the torment of his mouth. "I don't count Friday night as much of a ménage. You were too wasted."
    Ashley nodded and stretched back over his arm. "I was so drunk you could probably have fucked me in the ass and I wouldn't have noticed."
    "Really? Now that is colorful."
    Ashley