Knitted Hearts - Amber Kelly Page 0,46

the edge of the island. Her hands fly back and plant on the surface. I go to my knees, taking her leggings down with me. I pull them from each foot and let them drop to the floor. Then, I hook one of her ankles, and I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, bringing her leg up and over my shoulder.

She is watching me, and she lets her other leg fall to the side, welcoming me.

I take my two fingers and part her lips, opening her to me, and I drag my tongue through her wetness. Her hips flex at the contact, and I suck her clit in deep. She moans, and one of her hands finds my hair, holding me to her. I devour her. My tongue finds her opening, and she starts moving against it. I give her what her body wants, and she rides my tongue until she is panting and whimpering my name.

Then, I bring my mouth back to her bud and slide a finger inside her. I twist and curl, listening to her sounds until I find the spot that makes her cry out. I add another finger, and I nip at her clit until her legs begin to quiver and she clamps her thighs at my ears. I continue to lick as she gets lost in the sensations carrying her away.

Once her breathing slows and her grip on me eases, I stand. I lift her from the island and start walking to the steps that lead up to my bed.

Sonia

Foster lifts me over one shoulder and fireman-carries me up the stairs. He tosses me onto my back on his bed. He quickly kicks his jeans off and climbs over top of me. His big body pins me to the mattress, and he settles between my thighs.

His mouth finds mine, and he starts to kiss me deep and slow. The taste of me still lingering on his tongue.

My hand finds him and wraps around his length, and he grows thicker.

I pull away from his mouth and growl, “I want you inside of me.”

He continues to kiss and caress my neck. Then, he bears up, reaches into the nightstand, and produces a silver packet. He rips it open with his teeth, and then he rises up onto his knees and slides the condom on slowly.

“Foster,” I groan his name impatiently as I arch up into him.

Damn, he’s hot.

His broad shoulders and chest taper to meet his powerful thighs, and his erection is standing hard and ready. It’s a glorious sight.

He comes back over me—his hot, slick, bare skin on mine.

“Ready to come for me again?” he asks.

“Again,” I yelp.

With a cocky grin, he lifts my hips and thrusts inside of me. Seating himself deeply.

“Oh my,” I gasp.

He pulls out to the tip and then plunges in again, filling me, and it feels so damn good.

My head flies back into the pillow, and I grip the sheets at my sides.

He bends his head, so he can kiss my exposed neck, and the contrast of his scruffy jaw against my sensitive skin feels amazing as he pounds into me at a steady pace.

I can feel the orgasm building in my lower back, and my body coils tight. Ready to spring at any moment.

His breath starts coming in short, ragged pants as my legs locks tightly around his waist.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he grunts as my muscles clamp down on him.

He grips my hips as he thrusts harder and faster.

I release the sheets and bring my hands to his ass and hold on. He begins shaking, and a guttural sound comes from his throat as he teeters on the edge.

I’m so close myself and desperate for release when he slips one hand between us and begins to run circles around me. That does the trick. I start convulsing around him as I scream his name.

Foster loses the grip on his control, and he strains up and cries out as he explodes inside me. He brings his mouth to my shoulder and nips at my flesh as his climax crashes over him.

It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had with a man.

We lie there, wrapped together—me beneath him—as we catch our breath. After a few minutes, he raises his head and smiles. Then, he stands and walks to the bathroom.

He returns, sans the condom, kisses my forehead, and says, “I’ll be right back.”

He descends the stairs, still completely naked, and I come up onto my elbows to