Seducing the Enemy Read Online Free Page B
Author: Noelle Adams
hard length of him, thrilled when he hissed in response.
He didn’t let her play with him long. His body tightened and he moved her hand away.
He rolled on the condom and positioned himself between her legs. As he aligned himself at her entrance, he met her eyes and murmured, “Etta, are you sure?”
She nodded, nervous and excited and desperately urgent all at once. But not panicky. “Yes. I want this, Harry. Don’t you dare get all noble and virtuous on me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
There was pressure as he entered her, but it wasn’t bad until he was about an inch in. He withdrew, which was a relief, and then penetrated her again. Perspiration glistened on his forehead as he slid in a little farther.
The pressure was more than she expected, and she couldn’t help but clamp down around it.
He huffed and withdrew. “Try to breathe, Etta.”
She frowned up at him. “I am breathing.”
“No, you’re not. You’re holding your breath.”
She realized he was right when she exhaled in a rush. She sucked it back in when he re-angled and sank into her more deeply.
She shifted her hips. He felt big, and she was very tight. She hoped it would get better.
“Okay?” he asked, sounding rather strained himself.
“Yeah. Can you maybe hurry up a little?”
“I’m trying to be gentle. A little appreciation might be in order.”
“I’ll be appropriately appreciative if you ever actually get in.”
She realized that while they’d been talking, he had finished the stroke. He was fully sheathed inside her, and it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.
She dragged in deep gulps of air and tried to relax around the penetration.
Harry was panting too. He’d bent his arms and ducked his head and held himself very tensely above her. “Okay?” he asked thickly.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, no, don’t. Just give me a few seconds to get used to it.”
After a minute, the pain subsided, but Harry looked so tense he shook with it.
Not sure whether the tension was a good thing or a bad thing, she said, “I guess deflowering a virgin is pretty hard work.”
Without warning, he collapsed on her, shaking with amusement. Marietta gasped with pleasure as his lean, warm body shook against hers, his hard length moving in delicious little thrusts inside her.
“Damn, Etta,” he rasped, “Don’t make me laugh. I’m already about to lose it.”
“Oh.” She almost preened, realizing that all his tightly coiled tension was because of how much he wanted her. “And here I thought you’d be a man of iron control.”
“Of course,” he agreed, kissing her lightly on the lips. “But you feel so good, even my iron control is being tested. I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you.”
“Right. No more laughing.”
She smiled up at him, awed that she’d found such a handsome, sexy, clever, kind man for her first one-night stand. For her first time ever.
She was definitely going to be spoiled for future encounters.
“You look like you’re going to laugh.” He narrowed his eyes in feigned disapproval. He was still sheathed inside her, and every now and then he’d give a little push, as if he fought the instinct to thrust.
“Not at all. Just smiling because you’re such an impressive specimen of a man.”
It wasn’t far from the truth, but he gave a huff of amusement, his pelvis rocking as he did so.
The motion felt so good, she cried out, “Oh God!” One of her arms flailed out to clutch at the bedding again.
“You ready?”
“Yes, please.”
He began with a slow, steady motion, his thrusts generating delicious shivers of pleasure all through her. She bent her knees and unconsciously started to pump her hips up to meet every lunge.
He kissed her as they moved together until their rhythm grew faster, less steady.
Soon their motion rocked the bed, and their bodies slapped together shamelessly. The sensations coalesced into a deep,
He didn’t let her play with him long. His body tightened and he moved her hand away.
He rolled on the condom and positioned himself between her legs. As he aligned himself at her entrance, he met her eyes and murmured, “Etta, are you sure?”
She nodded, nervous and excited and desperately urgent all at once. But not panicky. “Yes. I want this, Harry. Don’t you dare get all noble and virtuous on me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
There was pressure as he entered her, but it wasn’t bad until he was about an inch in. He withdrew, which was a relief, and then penetrated her again. Perspiration glistened on his forehead as he slid in a little farther.
The pressure was more than she expected, and she couldn’t help but clamp down around it.
He huffed and withdrew. “Try to breathe, Etta.”
She frowned up at him. “I am breathing.”
“No, you’re not. You’re holding your breath.”
She realized he was right when she exhaled in a rush. She sucked it back in when he re-angled and sank into her more deeply.
She shifted her hips. He felt big, and she was very tight. She hoped it would get better.
“Okay?” he asked, sounding rather strained himself.
“Yeah. Can you maybe hurry up a little?”
“I’m trying to be gentle. A little appreciation might be in order.”
“I’ll be appropriately appreciative if you ever actually get in.”
She realized that while they’d been talking, he had finished the stroke. He was fully sheathed inside her, and it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.
She dragged in deep gulps of air and tried to relax around the penetration.
Harry was panting too. He’d bent his arms and ducked his head and held himself very tensely above her. “Okay?” he asked thickly.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, no, don’t. Just give me a few seconds to get used to it.”
After a minute, the pain subsided, but Harry looked so tense he shook with it.
Not sure whether the tension was a good thing or a bad thing, she said, “I guess deflowering a virgin is pretty hard work.”
Without warning, he collapsed on her, shaking with amusement. Marietta gasped with pleasure as his lean, warm body shook against hers, his hard length moving in delicious little thrusts inside her.
“Damn, Etta,” he rasped, “Don’t make me laugh. I’m already about to lose it.”
“Oh.” She almost preened, realizing that all his tightly coiled tension was because of how much he wanted her. “And here I thought you’d be a man of iron control.”
“Of course,” he agreed, kissing her lightly on the lips. “But you feel so good, even my iron control is being tested. I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you.”
“Right. No more laughing.”
She smiled up at him, awed that she’d found such a handsome, sexy, clever, kind man for her first one-night stand. For her first time ever.
She was definitely going to be spoiled for future encounters.
“You look like you’re going to laugh.” He narrowed his eyes in feigned disapproval. He was still sheathed inside her, and every now and then he’d give a little push, as if he fought the instinct to thrust.
“Not at all. Just smiling because you’re such an impressive specimen of a man.”
It wasn’t far from the truth, but he gave a huff of amusement, his pelvis rocking as he did so.
The motion felt so good, she cried out, “Oh God!” One of her arms flailed out to clutch at the bedding again.
“You ready?”
“Yes, please.”
He began with a slow, steady motion, his thrusts generating delicious shivers of pleasure all through her. She bent her knees and unconsciously started to pump her hips up to meet every lunge.
He kissed her as they moved together until their rhythm grew faster, less steady.
Soon their motion rocked the bed, and their bodies slapped together shamelessly. The sensations coalesced into a deep,