AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She keened, and then his hands rose and zeroed in on her nipples, playing them like she imagined he manipulated the dials on his soundboards; with fervor, assuredness, and expertise.
Talia wasn’t going to last long. How he knew exactly what she wanted when previously she’d had to spend hours attempting to school casual partners without any success, was a mystery. But maybe it was all about the man beneath her. Maybe love made the experience so much better; so hard to resist…
Talia felt her climax rising, unabashedly taking everything Fleet had to give. She rode his face to heaven, coming harder than she ever had in her life. Her knees shook with the force of her orgasm, and if not for Fleet’s steady support of her breasts, where his hands splayed widely, she would have toppled right over.
The aftershocks seemed to go on forever, but Fleet was patient. He didn’t move her away. He didn’t rush her in any way, but continued to softly lick at her folds until she felt like her body was once again within reach of earth, and she lifted her flesh from his mouth.
“How did you do that?” she breathed.
“Do what?” he asked, smoothing his hands down her sides to land on her flanks. She could see the extremely satisfied look on his face.
“Make me come so hard, so fast?”
“That’s an easy one,” he rasped. “When you love your job, you give it your all, and the rewards are infinite.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Fleet had just come home from the surgeon, and he was pumped. Four weeks from the operating table, and his dry spell was about to end. He’d had incredible fun over the past month, learning Talia’s body and playing it like a virtuoso, but there was no doubt his cock felt neglected. And today? He’d been given a clean bill of health. Even though his six weeks weren’t up, his surgeon had told him he was good to go. She’d assured him that his overall strong constitution and the way he’d judiciously followed her rules to the T since his surgery had hastened his recovery.
Talia, of course, knew none of this. He’d been driving to and from work on his own for the last five days, and had kept this follow-up appointment from her, knowing how much she worried. Right now, she thought he was doing another truncated day at the office, and would meet her back at the house sometime around five. Even his parents, who were visiting once again and had just this morning ensconced themselves in his apartment, weren’t privy to the advent of his newfound freedom.
He looked at his watch. Three o’clock on the nose. Talia would just be getting off shift, so he had only minutes to prepare. Once she saw his car in the driveway, she’d probably assume he wasn’t feeling well and burst in to find out what was wrong. But she’d quickly find out he wasn’t ailing from anything other than a painful case of blue-balls.
Now, the balance of his well-being was up to her. Only Talia could make sure his recovery was one-hundred percent.
Leaving her a trail of clothing that was unmistakable, Fleet stripped down to his boxers, then left them draped over her bedroom doorknob before closing the portal behind him. He was already so hard his balls ached, drawn as tightly as they were to his body. But not for long. He was so close to emptying them…so freaking close.
Yanking the covers off the bed, he laid down on his back, his cock waving skyward like a semaphore flag, unmistakably signaling its intent. There was no secret code here that Talia had to decipher.
He fidgeted, looking at his watch rapaciously until finally he heard the front door open. Then…nothing.
He cupped an ear. As far as he could tell, there had been no forward movement from his girl and it confused the shit out of him. What the hell? He wanted to groan. Why wasn’t she heading to him quickly, eager to jump his bones, heading straight for the storm that was brewing? He’d made his intent pretty damned clear, hadn’t he?
Fleet watched the door carefully, straining to hear something. Anything. And just when he was about to call it quits and see why she hadn’t come to him, the bedroom door crashed open.
Holy shit.
Fleet wasn’t going to last more than five seconds.
Talia’s hair lay wild and loose to her shoulders, clearly having been yanked out of its customary work-bun. Her uniform shirt was open, revealing she’d already lost her bra. There were no pants on his woman at all, no panties, and no shoes. But she’d repositioned her leather belt so it lay low on her naked hips, her holster empty but reminding him how lethal she could be.
So fucking turned on,he acknowledged silently.Mouth-wateringly, heart-poundingly turned on.And by the smug look on her face, Talia knew it.
“I take it you’ve been cleared for something?” she queried, and he could hear the gruffness in her voice that belied her cocky approach.
“Uh, huh,” he replied, unable to find more words than that.
“Blow job first?” She raised a brow. “Or right to fucking.”
“Fucking, please,” he managed.
Eventually he’d love having her hot cavity of a mouth on him, but right now his heat-seeking missile was craving a different kind of warmth.
Talia strode right to the bed, then hesitated.
His heart leapt to his throat. “What?” he asked.
“Can you…” She rolled her eyes and grumbled. “Is it okay if you’re on top?”
