Riders - Horizons (III) Read Online Free Page A

so did he. We
melted into each other like a pair of love crazed animals. Heat
flushed through me like an uncontrollable fire.
    “Goddamn you,” he groaned
in my mouth.
    “And goddamn you too,
baby,” I moaned in return, feeling completely high on
him.
    His gaze met mine, and suddenly, everything
softened between us.
    At that moment, he took hold of my
heart.
    “Tiffany, sweetheart,” he
murmured in a hoarse voice. This was what I'd been waiting for. The
gentle side of him. The real Joshua, the caring sweet one. We
rolled around together, hands and mouths exploring, gently nipping
at each other. He whispered such beautiful things in my ear, things
I really loved to hear. I thrilled inside as he stroked through my
hair, kissing it and wrapping it round his fingers. And then he
kissed my eyes, his mouth sweeping slowly back and forth as his
fingers went down, and slid overs that sensitive part of
me.
    Over and over, insistently, he stroked me to
heaven.
    “Josh...whoa... sweet heaven
above ...” I trembled and sweat beneath
him, my eyes rolling back in my head. I moved against his fingers,
instinctively building the pressure. How I loved this. I'd never
felt anything like this before. So hot and aroused and so full of
him, my body, my mind, my heart... everywhere.
    I wanted him with everything I was made of.
So desperately.
    My breath caught in my throat as he brought
his fingers up to his mouth and tasted me. My heart was pumping
much too hard and fast and I was almost beyond myself.
    He wrenched off his t-shirt and pulled up my
loose blouse.
    Our bodies lay bare together. My breasts
squashed beneath the heaviness of his muscular chest.
    My hands were all over his back and his bare
ass, up in his hair, drifting in a dream around his broad
shoulders. I felt the muscles working as he moved and I burned
inside like a flaming torch.
    Never had I felt so hot and excited. From
the heated, harsh breathing, the way his mouth was open and his
glazed expression, he seemed to be just as involved and deeply in
the moment as I was.
    I felt a storm rising as
he touched me, so carefully, stroking me inside. It felt like
velvet, satin and silk were caressing my skin. I adored him for
taking the time to get me there ― inching closer and closer to the
point where ―
    “Oh... oh... Josh! ” I actually
shouted his name out loud, tightening my grip on him, my head
tipping back and my eyes closing as orgasm took me over.
    It was truly earth shattering.
    Waves of pleasure ripped through me, soaking
and drenching me like a raging river, flooding me with heated
pulsations.
    He kissed me long and slow, his tongue
winding with mine.
    With a long low groan, he collapsed on me
with his release..
    I was in heaven. Up there, with angels
singing, flying through pink fluffy clouds.
    “Baby you're the best. How
you make me feel. Oh, God! ” I clutched him to me, never wanting to
let go.
    But all too soon, the sweat between us began
to cool as we started to come down from the high.
    He dropped a few little kisses on my neck.
Sighed deeply, and then he raised his head and spoke to me.
    “I'm a real good fuck,
ain't I?”
    He said those basic, harsh words in such a
way that it didn't sound nice at all. And I didn't like the
expression on his face.
    “What are you saying,
Josh?” I asked warily.
    “What I'm saying is
remember it, babe. Because it's the last one you'll get from me.”
And he moved off me, withdrawing fast.
    Pain stabbed me in the heart as he rose to
kneeling, between my legs, his eyes on mine. He coolly dealt with
the condom. Standing up, he zipped up his jeans and put on his
t-shirt.
    I lay there broken. Completely crushed to
pieces.
    A cold emptiness invaded my whole body as he
stood looking down at me with such contempt.
    Did he think I was easy,
was that it? Was this how he treated all girls ―l ike trash ―as s omething to be used and
discarded?
    “Get dressed, Tiffany.
We're done.”
    I rolled up with a gasping sob,