Never Forgotten: Second Chances Read Online Free Page B

transition from business partner into lover a smooth and effortless one. No way did she intend to interrupt the delightful game. If Thom wanted to close the discussion by shifting her attention from the problems of business to the joys of the flesh, she had no interest in stopping him.
    As her robe found its way to a puddle on the floor, he pushed her back on the soft couch and moved over her, kissing her. Then his soft, moist lips danced down her neck and breasts, over the flesh of her rounded stomach, making her body sparkle as he kissed it and tasted her with a delicate flick of his tongue. His intrusion between her thighs made her gasp as his kiss on her pussy released tension she hadn't known was there. The sigh became a moan as he pressed his face into her cunt, his tongue exploring her. Her bare feet rested on his back, and his hands held her thighs as he ate her pussy, injecting an urgency into his delicacy that aroused her. He tasted her juices and then spread them, separating her pussy lips, letting his hands begin to work their way into her as his mouth found her clitoris and teased it out of hiding. He licked it, and her body screamed for him to rub her hard. She was so close. But he was a tormentor more than a plunderer. She endured his touches, feeling the exquisite way they built her arousal, her desire to come, her need to explode. His long fingers stroked inside her, seeming to home in on those elusive places of sexual excitement, and then she came, arching her back, pressing her cunt into his face. He licked and probed her as she came, giving her a long ride up and then down the chaotic roller coaster of emotion.
    When she lay limp under him, Thom stood and carefully undressed in front of her. She watched him, knowing that her eyes on him added to his excitement, that he wanted her to see when he bared his hard prick. She licked her lips, slowly, returning his teasing, as she saw it emerge, thin, and long, and, she knew from experience, a tool he knew how to use well. She wanted to feel it inside her.
    When he was naked, he stood in front of her. She knew he was deciding how he wanted to take her. He calculated such things, sometimes choosing to talk it through as if she weren't there, other times, like now, turning over the possibilities in his head silently. She never knew his criteria or what calculus he used, but she knew this moment was one he enjoyed, and so did she. She kept her eyes fixed on him as he rolled a condom carefully over his hard shaft, and then stroked it with his other hand stroking her inner thigh, letting her know he was going to fuck her.
    Finally he moved far too slowly between her legs, kneeling there with his shaft protruding over her belly. She reached for him, putting her hand on his cock and feeling the heat of his desire through the condom. He moved closer. "Put it in your cunt." She'd never had a man take her as smoothly as Thom did. He moved with liquid grace, his cock splaying open her pussy lips then filling her sheath, feeling as if it belonged there. When his hip touched hers, he withdrew again slowly, let out a soft breath and penetrated her again. She wrapped her legs around his lean body in a welcome and carnal embrace that let her press his body into hers, pulling his cock deeper inside her. He paused and kissed her, then he began to fuck her, his motions rocking the couch over the hardwood floor, making the feet squeak with his thrusts. Her head hung back over the padded arm of the couch as he fucked her, and she let herself focus entirely on the wonderful sensations his hard cock aroused in her. Everything with Thom was lovely and elegant, and sometimes too much so. Now it was beautiful. She put her arms on his shoulders, reminding herself to resist the powerful urge to dig her nails into him, as even that much violence could disturb his passion, break the mood of gentle and suave lovemaking. Instead, she clung to him, acutely aware of him, his breathing, the tension