Good Vibrations (Welcome to Paradise) Read Online Free Page B

accord. I can sense that I'm already in too deep. All I can do is pray that I'm as strong tomorrow as I am right now, here in this moment.
    He unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my pale legs. Kneeling, he remains eye level with my center, leaning gracefully forward, his nose and mouth land on the apex of my thighs. My mouth drops open in shock as my middle heats up. My right eyebrow shoots up when I hear him inhale and then feel his hot breath released back onto me, my knees weakening at the sensation. He slides his nose against my wet panties and upwards not stopping until he lands between my breasts.
    "This won't do at all," he says, unfastening the bra as if he's done it a million times, which he probably has.
    My back is arching my exposed chest toward him, an offering he’ll hopefully accept. The playfulness has disappeared, only to be replaced with a lustful burden. A crease forms across his forehead, backing my intuition. He kisses me quickly to cover then says, "Let's move to the bed."
    Taking me by the hand, he leads me to his platform bed that sits as the dominant feature in the open space. We stop at the edge and he strips his own jeans off before we slowly lay down together. Looking at each other, we study, learning the other’s features. His leg slides between mine. His are long and muscular, and I wonder if he plays soccer or tennis.
    He looks me over, taking one of my breasts in his hands and kneads. “You’re incredibly sexy,” he says.
    I have a decent sized chest, average, I suppose, but he seems satisfied and his words make me feel beautiful. Eyeing each other without a word, we give one last out of this unexpected turn of events. Neither of us takes it and we move closer, our bodies tangling.
    He rolls on top of me, taking the lead and suddenly we’re moving together, intense pleasure I'd long forgotten building quickly. Our kisses are fevered and we moan in unison pushing the other towards our mutually desired goal.
    Evan’s tongue enters my mouth, and unlike the frenzy we felt moments earlier, this time it caresses mine. His hands glide along the side of my body then stop and gently play with the back of my knee. He pulls it up, wrapping his arm around my thigh and holding it against his side. This new position makes me squirm with desire, needing more.
    My mind focuses on his fingers tucking under the sides of my panties as he continues trailing wet kisses down my body, over my hips, as he removes my panties.
    Lifting up abruptly, he stands at the base of the bed, his eyes locked on mine while he removes his black boxer briefs. Black equals bad boy. Will wore white.
    I prefer the black.
    My breathing deepens as anticipation starts to peak. He lowers himself back down, hovering over me. A small smile reveals his appreciation of my body beneath his.  I've never felt more confident or comfortable being naked in my life, and I briefly consider leaving on this high. But knowing his history with women, I’m curious as to what makes them cry when they have to leave him. I have a strong suspicion it's related to his skills in bed. As a matter of fact, I'm counting on it.
    On his hands and knees above me, he lowers himself down, resting his body lightly on top of mine as he kisses me again. Our lips part and we look at each other. I can’t hide the fire I feel for him as his erection presses against my center, adding the fuel that makes me heat and lust for more—more contact, more sensations, just more of all of him.
    "Are you sure about this?" he asks although we both are well aware that no woman ever says no to him.
    I try for casual. "Never more." I don't know how I sounded, but he definitely gets the message. His lips find mine with more pressure, but yet still gentle in their quest.
    He pulls back and stretches toward the nightstand, pulling the drawer open to retrieve a condom. Sliding down my body, he kneels between my legs, taking the packet between his teeth, and ripping it open. As I