Our Little Secret by Rachael Stewart (free ebook novel txt) 📕

their outlet. My mouth moves in time with his and I angle my head to let him in deeper, to let his tongue graze mine. Oh, yes.

He releases my wrist to wrap his arm around me, drawing my body up against his, tearing his mouth away to find the sensitive skin of my throat. His stubble is rough as it scrapes against my skin, making me shiver and shake. The lust so powerful it consumes me from within as I fork my hands through his hair and cling to him for support as my knees weaken.

His hand leaves my cheek to stroke down my front, over the light fabric of my dress, my bra... He palms my breast, his thumb sweeping over one taut peak and making my hips roll.

He comes back up to claim my mouth, to swallow my moan that is quick to follow, and his arm around me tightens. I palm his chest and kiss him deeply, feeling his heat permeate my fingers, feeling his heart beating as wildly as my own.

‘I think it’s my turn to give you a happy ending...’ I look at him from beneath my lashes, waiting for my meaning to register as I lower my fingers to his belt and start to unfasten it. His body stills. His fingers are quick to close around mine as he struggles to drag in air. His jaw pulses and his throat bobs. But I don’t look away. I don’t stop, either, and his fingers slacken over mine, letting me continue.

He’s staring so hard into my eyes, their glittering depths hypnotic, and I’m high on it. The power, the control, the risk, even... I unbutton his trousers and ease his zipper down. The sound of it cuts through the air as illicit as any erotic touch. His cock strains to greet me and I trace a fingernail down his clothed length, savouring the way his jaw pulses and his nostrils flare with his sharp inhalation. I wonder if lust has stolen his voice as I slip my hand inside his briefs and feel him pulse within my grasp.

I pump his cock and his hands fly to my hips. ‘Dio, Faye.’

My smile is small and teasing, my eyes drinking in the tension rippling through his body. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

He shudders, the breath hissing between his teeth as I move over him again, my hand twisting and undulating.

‘No, no.’ The words are as tight as his body. His eyes squeeze shut, his fingers flexing against my hips. ‘But you will be my undoing.’

‘Good,’ I whisper. ‘And, when you’re sated, we can return to play cards with the guests as though nothing is amiss.’

‘And you?’

He opens his eyes and stares down at me as if he can scarcely believe we’re doing this, in the vineyard, with the chatter of the guests blowing on the breeze, the vines cocooning us.

That makes two of us. But...

‘This is about you.’ And my sexual awakening, if I want to be even more honest about it. I lift up on tiptoes and brush my lips with his, parting them with a flick of my tongue, and it has his eyes flaring into mine. ‘No one knows what we’re doing. No one can know but us. It’s our little secret and I want to take advantage of that.’

He bucks into my grasp, his groan reverberating through me. I clench my legs together tight, nursing the ache that’s building with his pleasure. I feel his pre-cum slip through my fist and I bite into my lip.

He shakes his head. ‘Faye...’

‘I want this. I want to make you lose control like you made me today. Let me have this.’

I stroke him harder, let him grind into my grasp as I set the tempo. His hands lift to my shoulders and he throws his head. ‘Si... Si, cara mia.’

His Italian endearment merges with his heightened need and I am so lost to the moment, so lost that I forget I want more, that I want to taste him, like he tasted me.

‘You need to stop before...before...’ I look up into his flushed face and see what he means staring back at me. But it’s my turn to shake my head as I lift my dress to my knees and bend to the ground.

‘It’s my turn,’ I repeat, and his hands lift to my hair, his eyes burning into my lips as I bring them to the tip of his erection and flick my tongue out to tease at his slit.

His cock bucks in my hold, his, ‘Are you sure?’ a growl.

Jesus. I’m on my knees before him, his cock at my lips, and he’s asking me if I’m sure.

How can Dani not know her brother as I do?

He loves.

He cares.

And right now he cares too much to let his wicked desires take over and drive this. My answer is to surround his head and sink him in deep, so deep he reaches the back of my throat, and I know he’s holding back. I know the reason his body is so rigid is that he doesn’t dare fuck my mouth as deeply as he desires. That I have to take him there.

I cover his hand in my hair and I hold him there as my other hand grips him, sinking him in deeper and sucking hard, telling him with my actions what I want, what I need. Slowly he succumbs, his fingers tightening in my hair as his body rocks faster, harder. I moan around him, telling him, yes, yes, yes, come for me. My eyes burn into his, urging him on. The moon enshrouds him in white. He is a dark shadow with eyes that glitter, his panted breaths overtaking the trill of the insects around us, flooding my ears and my clit with heat. I drop the hand over his to the skirt of my dress and hook it under to find my swollen, wet heat and I rock into my palm.

I won’t