Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) Read Free

chasing back all the shadows surrounding her soul.
    He carefully unzipped her dress and drew it over her shoulders, leaving her clad only in her bra and panties. At the first contact of her rock-hard nipples against his hard chest, she moaned into his mouth. He gave her an answering growl, picked her up in a lighting fast move, and swung her around so she was on her back on the couch. Ryan helped her out of her bra and panties in passion-clumsy moves, neither wanting any space between them. When he removed her panties from around her ankles he brought the damp fabric to his nose and took an audible inhale that sent a hard contraction of lust through her sex before he tossed them aside. The raw, primal noise of pleasure that he made as he smelled her arousal was so damn hot.
    Now nude, she leaned up and undid the silver buckle of his belt, drawing it out and placing it on the floor within reach, kissing him back as he devoured her mouth. They broke apart so he could pull his black boxer briefs down. As soon as his cock was free of the fabric, she leaned forward and took his steel-hard erection into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip with more hunger than finesse. With a gentle shove she urged him to lie back on the wide couch, never letting him out of her mouth as he reclined beneath her. She wanted to taste him, touch him, drown herself in his scent until the world fell away and she was alone with him in their own universe.
    He pulled himself from her mouth and before she could protest, flipped her onto her back and buried his face between her thighs, groaning hard enough to vibrate her clit as he suckled it. She was so close to the edge her back arched and she pressed her pussy to his face, scrambling for something to hold onto while he devoured her. His licks were greedy, his mouth harsh and demanding as he made sexy growling noises while he licked her clit rapidly with the flat of his tongue.
    “No!” she screamed as he ruthlessly pushed her to her orgasm. He immediately stopped, and the hungry, angry, frustrated expression on his face made her reach out to him. “Inside me. I need you inside me when I come.”
    Instead of relief, his expression grew even darker, more determined, almost scary. He slid onto the couch over her and braced himself on his elbows, grasping her hair with his fingers and staring down into her eyes with enough passion to make her shiver.
    “Condom?” he asked in a strained voice.
    “No, just you and me. I’m safe, you’re safe. Just us, please.”
    He shuddered against her then leaned over and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss against her lips. “Just us.”
    Wrapping her legs around his waist she tilted her hips up to him and reached between them to line the fat head of his dick against her soaking wet slit. As soon as he was in position he began to press into her, not even giving her time to remove her hand. She struggled to arch beneath him, to shove his cock into her, to make him take her but he used his superior strength to hold her still and force her to accept his slow, relentless entry. Soon, she was unable to keep her eyes open, thrashing beneath him as his very, very thick shaft stretched her to the point of pain.
    Her pussy burned and he grunted when he finally filled her so that his balls pressed against her ass. She went wild beneath him, her sex squeezing and clutching at his cock when he began to pull back out, both of them shaking by this point. Nothing had ever felt as good as Ryan taking her and pressing his body into hers. She ground her pelvis against him and leaned up, latching her teeth onto the hard muscle of his shoulder and biting down hard as her climax blasted through her. He began to fuck her harder, plowing through her tight muscles and driving her orgasm until she was whimpering.
    He finally stopped moving all together, the thick head of his shaft just barely inside of her. “Are you okay?”
    She opened her eyes and licked her lips at the sight of