Read Online Anything For You by Sarah Mayberry - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Sarah Mayberry
Tags: Category, It's All About Attitude
Ads: Link
then back again. A tidal wave of lust threatened to swamp her—sixteen years of fantasizing, imagining and wanting, banked up and ready to explode.
“Sam,” she whispered brokenly, trying to warn him. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
Sam’s face was flushed, his eyes fixed on her straining breast.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said.
Stop? She couldn’t tell him to stop if her life depended on it. Even as he said the words the tidal wave hit, and she was gripped by desire, a passion so strong, so all-consuming that she knew that nothing was going to stop her from having Sam Kirk right there and then on the hard boards of her living room floor.
“You have no idea,” she said, and then she grabbed him by the neck of his T-shirt and hauled him close, her mouth angling up to meet his, her hips straining forward.
Sam needed no further encouragement. His mouth was hot and urgent on hers, and their tongues danced madly, feverishly, as their hands clutched at each other’s bodies. Delaney gasped with need as Sam pushed her silk robe off her other shoulder, both hands on her breasts now, his fingers plucking and caressing and teasing her nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she said, sliding her hands down Sam’s back to grab his butt and drag his hips tighter against hers. His erection felt thick and long and so promising that she ground her hips against it instinctively.
He was wearing too much clothing. They both were, and she grabbed at his T-shirt to wrench it over his head. Sam was on the same wavelength, his fingers hauling at the sash keeping her robe cinched around her waist. She felt the slide of silk against her bare legs and then Sam was groaning with approval and running his hands down the length of her torso and down onto her hips and butt.
“Perfect,” he muttered against her mouth, his big hands cupping her butt as though he owned her.
Delaney fumbled with the waistband on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and reaching greedily inside for the heat of him. His erection was strong and proud, and achingly hard. She eyed it hungrily, then gripped it firmly and slid her hand up and down his shaft. Sam’s breath caught in his throat and the next thing she knew she was on her back, and Sam had shucked his jeans to lie naked on top of her, her nipple undergoing exquisite torture in his mouth.
“Yes! Yes!” she heard herself cry too loudly, but she was beyond caring. Her hips bucked wildly, and she clutched at his head to ensure he didn’t stop.
Even as the feel of his mouth on her breasts almost sent her over the edge, Sam smoothed a hand down her belly and into the wet heat between her legs.
“Oh, Laney,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he discovered for himself how ready she was for him.
Her muscles tightened as he slicked a finger across her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. She spread her thighs wide to invite him in and he took her up on the invitation, sliding a finger inside her. Delaney closed her eyes and almost died on the spot. It was so good, almost too good—but also not enough.
Unable to wait any longer, she twisted beneath him and rolled so that she was now on top, her thighs astride his, her breasts rasping against his chest. Sam’s blue eyes glinted up at her as she reached for him, guiding his erection to the heart of her. Biting her lip, Delaney savored the first nudge of his hardness against her softness. Swiveling her hips, she teased herself and Sam with the almost-penetration, anticipation driving her wild. Sam’s face was taut with desire, and she felt his hips tense as he prepared to thrust up into her to complete the act. Preempting him, she slid down onto his erection with a single graceful tilt of her hips.
He filled her utterly, perfectly, completely, and she threw back her head and reveled in the moment.
“Yesssss,” she sighed.
It was…beyond words. Primal. Needful. Demanding. Gripped with the need to complete the ride, she tilted
“Sam,” she whispered brokenly, trying to warn him. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
Sam’s face was flushed, his eyes fixed on her straining breast.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said.
Stop? She couldn’t tell him to stop if her life depended on it. Even as he said the words the tidal wave hit, and she was gripped by desire, a passion so strong, so all-consuming that she knew that nothing was going to stop her from having Sam Kirk right there and then on the hard boards of her living room floor.
“You have no idea,” she said, and then she grabbed him by the neck of his T-shirt and hauled him close, her mouth angling up to meet his, her hips straining forward.
Sam needed no further encouragement. His mouth was hot and urgent on hers, and their tongues danced madly, feverishly, as their hands clutched at each other’s bodies. Delaney gasped with need as Sam pushed her silk robe off her other shoulder, both hands on her breasts now, his fingers plucking and caressing and teasing her nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she said, sliding her hands down Sam’s back to grab his butt and drag his hips tighter against hers. His erection felt thick and long and so promising that she ground her hips against it instinctively.
He was wearing too much clothing. They both were, and she grabbed at his T-shirt to wrench it over his head. Sam was on the same wavelength, his fingers hauling at the sash keeping her robe cinched around her waist. She felt the slide of silk against her bare legs and then Sam was groaning with approval and running his hands down the length of her torso and down onto her hips and butt.
“Perfect,” he muttered against her mouth, his big hands cupping her butt as though he owned her.
Delaney fumbled with the waistband on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and reaching greedily inside for the heat of him. His erection was strong and proud, and achingly hard. She eyed it hungrily, then gripped it firmly and slid her hand up and down his shaft. Sam’s breath caught in his throat and the next thing she knew she was on her back, and Sam had shucked his jeans to lie naked on top of her, her nipple undergoing exquisite torture in his mouth.
“Yes! Yes!” she heard herself cry too loudly, but she was beyond caring. Her hips bucked wildly, and she clutched at his head to ensure he didn’t stop.
Even as the feel of his mouth on her breasts almost sent her over the edge, Sam smoothed a hand down her belly and into the wet heat between her legs.
“Oh, Laney,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he discovered for himself how ready she was for him.
Her muscles tightened as he slicked a finger across her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. She spread her thighs wide to invite him in and he took her up on the invitation, sliding a finger inside her. Delaney closed her eyes and almost died on the spot. It was so good, almost too good—but also not enough.
Unable to wait any longer, she twisted beneath him and rolled so that she was now on top, her thighs astride his, her breasts rasping against his chest. Sam’s blue eyes glinted up at her as she reached for him, guiding his erection to the heart of her. Biting her lip, Delaney savored the first nudge of his hardness against her softness. Swiveling her hips, she teased herself and Sam with the almost-penetration, anticipation driving her wild. Sam’s face was taut with desire, and she felt his hips tense as he prepared to thrust up into her to complete the act. Preempting him, she slid down onto his erection with a single graceful tilt of her hips.
He filled her utterly, perfectly, completely, and she threw back her head and reveled in the moment.
“Yesssss,” she sighed.
It was…beyond words. Primal. Needful. Demanding. Gripped with the need to complete the ride, she tilted
Similar Books
