When Love Comes Calling: Two Short Stories Read Free Page B

his finger buried inside her, his hand on her breast, his thumb in the middle of flicking her hard nipple.
    “How can you say that, Sylvie?” His voice was pained as he spoke softly in her ear. “You want me, I know you do. This doesn’t lie.” He rubbed his hand over her wet sex, his finger moving deliciously inside her. She shivered and he growled as he bit her earlobe.
    “No, not fuck,” she panted, “I can’t risk it, Edmund. I can’t let you fuck me.”
    “Sylvie,” he groaned, his voice a plea and an angry purr at the same time.
    “Edmund, please!” She cried out even as she thrust against his hand, unable to stop herself. Sylvie had to get his promise, or this would stop, she had to stop it.
    “God! Sylvie,” he groaned. She started to pull away, and he grabbed her tighter. “Yes! Damn you, yes, all right. I won’t fuck you today, Sylvie.” She breathed easier for a moment until she felt his finger pull out of her and ram back inside roughly. She gasped and pushed back against his hand, driving it in farther, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “But I will satisfy you, Sylvie. I will see you writhing beneath me, taking all I’m allowed to give you, coming for me. You will come for me, Sylvie.”
    His fingers pinched her nipple and Sylvie bit her lip, enjoying the pain, the sting, the soothing way his palm rubbed over it afterward. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, Edmund, I will come for you.”
    He pulled away and turned her, his hand wet with her juices trailing over her hip as she turned. It was the most erotic thing Sylvie had ever felt. Her skirts were still up and she watched as he stared at her naked sex, at his hands on her. As soon as her back was against the wall he ran his wet hand over her stomach, and it quivered. His hand stopped for a moment and he looked up at her face. His eyes caught hers, and she couldn’t escape from the burning intensity in their depths. He held her gaze while his hand began to move again, running down into her pubic hair, his finger grazing her hard clitoris, making her shiver, before once again sliding slowly into her slick passage.
    “Christ, Sylvie,” he whispered as her eyes fluttered. “You want this so badly, you need it so badly.”
    “Yes, yes,” was all she could say as he fucked her with his hand.
    “Shall I make you come now, darling?” he purred. “And then keep going? Keep fucking you even after you climax? I love how wet an orgasm makes a woman’s cunny, how hot and swollen you get after you come. Will you let me play in your cream, Sylvie? Will you let me taste it and rub it on my cock? Will you?” His voice didn’t match his words. He wasn’t asking. He was telling her what he was going to do.
    “Oh God,” Sylvie moaned, feeling the muscles in her vagina clenching on his finger as he built her pleasure to unbearable heights with just that one touch.
    Edmund laughed, the sound seductive. “I can make you come with just a finger, Sylvie. Christ, you are amazing.” His other hand came up and pulled her dress down. He pulled hard enough to force it over her breasts, until it cut into her upper arms and pushed her breasts up. “But I want more. If I can’t fuck you, then I’ll do everything else.” He bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, voraciously pulling on the hard peak as Sylvie’s back bowed against the wall, driving her hip into his hard cock. He pulled back swearing.
    “Be careful, darling. You don’t want to set me off too soon. We’ll both be sorry if I can’t come down your delectable throat.” He head swooped down and he kissed her throat just as she swallowed hard at the image he conjured with his words. He felt the movement and laughed against her neck. Then he moved his mouth back down to her breast and kissed the slope on the inner side. “Thank God you’re not wearing a corset,” he murmured. Without warning he sucked hard on the spot he’d just kissed, and Sylvie cried out, her hands coming up to